Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

Only Lu Ming's swordsmanship is sacred and inviolable; good is good, and bad is bad.

For a swordsman, the way of the sword is her lifelong love. This third young master of the direct line, this playboy with only a handsome face, has such delicate hands that he probably has never even held a sword.

By what right do you use this lowly branch to desecrate the sacred Lu Ming Sword?

【The True Lu Ming Sword Technique (0.55)】

[The ultimate speed, the sword that chases the light, the answer of the sword—]

[Used in front of the other swordsmen....]

The sword intent, however, grew even more exuberant.

Wow, there are still current offenders.

Ryan noticed that the progress bar had increased by 0.05. It seemed that training was just training after all, and only real combat could lead to improvement. Moreover, sparring with the swordsman Lu Ming would accelerate his understanding of the 'real Lu Ming'!

Helen, the swordsmanship you cherish so much is being used by me with a tree branch.

If you have the courage, then watch me demonstrate the sword techniques!

"call."

Ryan exhaled a final puff of white air.

After several perfect counterattacks, Helen's stamina was almost depleted, and now it was time to strike while the iron was hot.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ryan made a move.

He was very fast. Although he couldn't catch up with Helen, he still left behind a trail of sword light. The move 'Light-Sweeping' is all about speed, like a shadow skimming across the light. Without a doubt, this was the starting move of Lu Ming's sword technique.

Even if she couldn't believe it, Helen had to admit it.

She couldn't lose; Archduke Lawrence had given a death order—even without the order, Helen wouldn't allow herself to lose.

This is no longer a game of make-believe; it is a duel between kendo practitioners.

Let's see whose Lu Ming sword technique is more noble!

If you don't have enough physical strength, then make up for it with magic.

Helen was panting heavily as all her magic power surged into the Dragon Gold Longsword. The Dragon Gold Inscriptions began to flow, and the metal emitted a faint dragon's roar. Everyone knew that Helen was serious. She no longer held back and held the longsword to her side.

Young master, offense and defense are not the same thing.

Once he blocks Ryan's attack, he can unleash the magic in his sword and shatter the tree branch!

[Magic Parry Lv2: Infuse magic into runes to parry. Once a parry is successful, the magic can be unleashed to shatter the enemy's weapon.]

Having practiced Lu Ming's swordsmanship for so many years, he is very familiar with every move and technique.

Like the 'sweeping light', which seems to be aimed directly at the throat, it actually comes towards the arm.

As he expected, Ryan's sword light went straight down from his throat, heading towards his left arm... but before it could touch Helen's sword, it veered off course and continued downwards, aiming for his torso.

Surprisingly, this led to a variation...

Helen was secretly startled, but it was alright; she reacted quickly enough and used her longsword to protect her torso.

Ryan continued to turn.

The branch is light enough that its momentum is small enough that even a sudden turn or multiple changes of tactics are not a problem.

Helen was completely dumbfounded. What was this? Why were there so many feints? Were you going to stab me or not?

Ryan moved like he was in a maze, turning from his torso to his left chest, and Helen's sword followed him upwards. Then, it went from his left chest to his right chest, up the overpass along his arm, from the starting point at his shoulder to the ending point at his wrist, then down the overpass, turned onto the ramp, and finally turned to go straight for his lower abdomen!

Attack its testicles!

Helen was left breathless by the feint, her heavy dragon-gold longsword spinning several times. Her muscles ached, but more importantly, after being tricked so many times, the magic power she had channeled into the sword was almost depleted, rendering her unable to perform [Magic Parry].

In the end, she managed to block Ryan's branch, but she couldn't break it.

Ryan, having failed in his attack, did not linger and nimbly withdrew, retreating several steps to maintain his distance from Helen.

"What kind of damp, shady thing is this?"

Helen was furious. How could such a dark and despicable sword technique, which was based on a courtesy name, be worthy of being called the Lu Ming Sword Technique?

As a sword fanatic, Lu Ming's swordsmanship was her lifelong passion, and her passion had been molded into Ryan's shape.

She could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded.

What truly broke Helen's defenses was what Ryan said next.

"This is the true Lu Ming Sword Technique."

The boy spoke in a sunny and cheerful tone, waving the branch in his hand without a hint of joking.

“Helen, you have practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years, but you have never touched the true essence of Lu Mingjian.”

Ryan not only touched upon it, but also developed the true essence of Lu Mingjian!

The most powerful sword technique is the one that works on all platforms.

Ryan's Luming Sword Technique will not only be available on the Tree Branch platform, but also on authoritative platforms such as Little Sickle in the future!

【The True Lu Ming Sword Technique (0.6)】

When that true meaning is discovered,

That sword intent then recognized its true self.

“Helen.”

"Lu Mingjian is very noble in your hands, but in my hands, it's a completely different story."

"If you have enough courage to keep watching—"

The boy's long, golden hair flew in the air as the blond-haired Ryan grinned at his victim, Helen, and said, "Take my final move!"

Come,

Quick, slow, knife!

Chapter 11 Helen became impotent.

Helen was utterly ashamed and furious.

She was furious at Ryan's words, furious at Ryan's blasphemy against Lu Ming's swordsmanship, and even more furious at herself.

That helpless self, who could do nothing but watch all of this unfold.

But beneath this embarrassment and annoyance, there was also a faint hint of excitement.

Having been insulted to this extent by a mere tree branch, she realized that if she could not defeat Ryan in this battle, her swordsmanship would be tainted with an indelible inner demon.

Every time I raise my sword afterward, I will be reminded of the shadow of today, and I will never be able to raise my sword again.

If he loses, he will become impotent.

Since that's the case, then let's do our best!

She'll fight to the death with her swordsmanship.

Since physical strength is exhausted, let's squeeze out as much magic power as possible.

Helen unleashed all her magic, her cheeks flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

That violent magic then ran rampant through the flesh and blood, using bones as bridges and meridians as connections, revealing one deep white meridian after another on the exposed skin.

She was already a head taller than Ryan, and now, standing in front of him, she seemed like a towering mountain.

Her LV25 swordsman aura was overflowing, regardless of techniques or swordsmanship; it was a direct crushing of her rank.

If an ordinary person were to confront Helen in this moment, they would be overwhelmed and unable to breathe.

Even Ryan was slightly short of breath, after all, he was only level 1.

Ryan was very familiar with this state; in layman's terms, he was low on health.

We've entered the second phase.

The air grew heavy and oppressive, as if a storm was brewing and the mountains were about to crumble. All the spectators felt the oppressive atmosphere, and they knew that the duel had finally reached its climax.

"This is bad. She's using magic to replace physical strength," the eldest brother, Ambrose, narrowed his eyes and analyzed, "to wield her sword."

“This method is very dangerous.” Ambow looked at his father. “It could kill people, you know what I mean.”

It's either Helen's fate or Ryan's fate.

Upon hearing this, Archduke Lawrence was taken aback.

"So, in other words, I bought the maximum 16-year insurance policy for Ryan's face..."

Lawrence beamed with joy and exclaimed, "Today we can finally cash out at the highest point?"

“That’s true.” The eldest brother, Ambow, nodded in agreement. “That’s great.”

Aliya, the second sister, watched from the sidelines with a face full of black lines. She had to admit that her family members were quite anthropomorphic.

Ryan is indeed the biological son of Grand Duke Lawrence, inheriting the latter's talent for anthropomorphism.

Now that things have come to this, with everything in jeopardy and lives at stake, should we be concerned about Ryan's insurance?

Is this a time to be happy?

“Father, now is not the time to concern ourselves with this matter.”

Aliya pointed out the crux of the problem, astutely stating, "Helen Ashur hasn't bought insurance yet, and she's acting on your orders. If something happens, she should be compensated at three times the rate for workers' compensation!"

"That's true." Archduke Lawrence said with a worried look. "That's bad."

The butler, watching from the side, was sweating profusely. He had to admit that none of Lu Ming's family members were normal.

"My lords."

The butler mustered his courage and said, "Shouldn't we at least be concerned about Young Master Ryan's safety?"

"Ryan is fine."

Unexpectedly, Archduke Lawrence sighed and said helplessly, "This kid has already won."

As Lu Ming's current Sword Saint, his understanding of swordsmanship has reached its peak, and he can already foresee the outcome of a duel—and his children can also predict it to some extent.

"When a swordsman no longer believes in his sword and instead uses magic to strengthen himself, he has already lost."

Lawrence gazed at the arena, passing Helen, whose body was enveloped in magic, and landed on Ryan.

Faced with an increasingly terrifying Helen, Ryan's reaction was quite the opposite.

His expression remained unchanged, his mind as calm as a mirror, as if unaffected by anything external.

He even closed his eyes.

"This is visualization."

Grand Duke Lawrence said slowly, "I didn't expect Ryan to have reached this level so soon after he started practicing swordsmanship."

A few days ago, Ryan's ability to withstand Lawrence's pressure without bowing down aroused Lawrence's suspicions, and now it has finally been confirmed.

In Kendo, visualization doesn't involve looking with your eyes, but rather looking and thinking with your heart.

Only by learning visualization can one touch the threshold of Kendo.

Only by visualizing the enemy's fierce sword moves in a different way in the mental world can one deal with them in the calmest and most perfect way.

Each swordsman visualizes a different scene. For example, Ambow visualizes a sudden and continuous drizzle, using his sword as an umbrella to swat away each drop of rain.

Visualization reflects the swordsman's sword spirit and is closely related to daily training.

The view that Ryan saw was something only he could know.

Visualization...

Just like during training.

He closed his eyes, his heart as still as water. Everything he had experienced these past days, the tireless efforts of day and night, echoed vividly before his eyes. This moment felt like eternity. A spring breeze caressed him, sunlight shone on him—it was spring, it was sunlight, it was grass and trees…

Ryan finally slowly opened his eyes, and when he did, everything was different.

Ryan stared at Helen's head, imagining it as a target.

In an instant, all the oppressive aura vanished.

No one is afraid of a dummy target.