Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The noisy air seemed to suddenly quiet down. The rain of swords attracted everyone's attention. The storm and the rifts' originally aggressive offensive was forced to stop. The rain of light forced them to retreat step by step. The hard alloy heavy armor was covered with sword marks and gaps. Blood, which could be called ugly compared to the clear raindrops, seeped from the gaps and quickly stained the two suits of armor with the blood knight's crimson color.

"What is that...?"

At this moment, even the eloquent Mob was speechless. Surprise is a common human trait, and the confident speaker didn't even notice that his hand, which had just crushed the wine glass, was also dripping blood.

But soon, Mob regained his language ability and saw Roy suddenly begin to charge forward.

"Meteor Knight, what is the Meteor Knight doing? The Meteor Knight is attacking, will he succeed?"

"Meteor Knight! Meteor Knight! The Meteor Knight has seized a gap in the Storm Knight's armor! The Meteor Knight is trying to tear through the Storm Knight's armor! My God! This can't be! That's a limited edition, the latest and strongest custom-designed knight combat armor, a collaboration between Woma Heavy Industry and Peak Arena! How could it be..."

"Sizzle—crash!"

The sound of metal hitting the ground was louder and clearer than any other sound, reaching everyone's ears.

"He tore it open!"

PS: The "Shakespeare" reference in LoL refers to the LCK (League of Legends) region's matches being too focused on strategy and boring. After being criticized, the official response was defiant: "It's true that most people can't appreciate our matches, just like not everyone can appreciate Shakespeare."

Volume 1: The lockdown is over, time to take a day off and have some fun.

Finally, the lockdown is over, and my health code is green again. I'm taking the day off to have some fun.

It's been so long since I've had hot pot, I have to eat a lot, until I have diarrhea! And fried chicken, barbecue, grilled meat, and the like too.

In short, we're going to play hard and make up for all the time we've been locked out!

See you tomorrow, guys!

I want to eat hot pot! I want to eat hot pot! I want to eat hot pot!

Volume 1: Chapter 59 I Want to See Rivers of Blood

This is destined to be another moment that will be recorded in the history of equestrian sports.

Hmm, why did I say "again"?

As the armor slowly tore apart under immense force, and the Storm Knight's bluish-purple skin, already on the verge of death from an overdose of performance-enhancing drugs, was exposed to the sunlight and cameras, this extraordinary match officially announced its extraordinary outcome.

"He tore it open! He...he..."

Mob kept repeating the word, not to emphasize it, but rather to slip up. When he saw the Storm Knight's face as he collapsed to his knees after emerging from his armor, he knew something terrible had happened!

With his purplish-blue veins bulging on his skin, his eyes so bloodshot they almost bulged out of their sockets, his face contorted like a demon, and the intermittent screams emanating from his throat that were no longer human, anyone could see that the Storm Knight's current state was definitely not what a good competitive knight should be like.

The smug expression on the spokesperson's face, who had been standing behind Big Mouth Mob, had completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable panic. He stumbled up to the window in front of the commentary booth, his eyes fixed on the three people still standing on the platform. In his haste, he snatched the microphone from Big Mouth Mob and said anxiously:

"An unexpected situation has occurred on the field. This match is temporarily suspended and will be rescheduled for another day."

"A rematch?"

Mob, who had been roughly pushed away, stood to the side, staring wide-eyed in astonishment.

The competition has progressed to this point, and they're still talking about a rematch? This isn't some opaque, secretive, unfair third-rate tournament where anything can be manipulated behind closed doors. This is the Kazimierz Knights Tournament, a special tournament that has captured the attention of all of Terra, with over 150,000 people watching offline and over a million watching online. Does he think the audience is blind?

Roy and Marner had clearly revealed their trump card: the overwhelming power of their lightning-fast attacks and armor-tearing prowess had effectively defeated the Storm Knight. The remaining Rift Knight, according to the doubles tournament format, had no chance of overtaking Roy and Marner on points. This was a rule set by the organizing committee themselves; the winner of this match was undoubtedly the Roy and Marner duo. To hold a rematch at this point would undermine the authority and fairness of the Major.

Not to mention, the Storm Knight's appearance...

Mob suddenly understood something and let out a long sigh.

Indeed, when Roy revealed Storm Rider's appearance on the spot, the fairness of the Major was already completely destroyed. How can a spokesperson be bound by something that doesn't exist?

Mob wanted to speak out in condemnation, but when he thought about his dreams and his current life, he hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and shut his mouth.

Now, the situation has spiraled out of the spokesperson's control in just a few minutes. The spokesperson only wants to quickly remove Storm Knight and Rift Knight from the arena to prevent Rift Knight from being torn apart and exposing further problems. But his wishful thinking is hardly something everyone can tolerate.

If one person doesn't speak, others will. The next second after Mob remained silent, someone in the VIP section suddenly stood up and pointed to the Storm Knight kneeling on the ground in the center of the arena, coughing up blood:

"Using banned drugs? Is the Kazimierz Knights' Tournament such a filthy place? Where is your fairness? Where is your justice? Where is your shining chivalrous spirit? Is it all written in books or engraved on money?"

"A rematch? Shameful! I disagree!"

The speaker was none other than the president of the Victorian Knights Culture Preservation Association, a wealthy businessman named Mai.

If it were someone else's accusation, it wouldn't matter. The Business Federation is at its zenith in Casimir, and the so-called control by the Oversight Council is practically non-existent. They could easily manipulate the media to silence anyone. But the one speaking was Mai, a Victorian, a young man with power and status in Victoria.

What ability do they have to shut up a favorite of a grand duke?

The spokesperson's flushed face turned pale, but this was only the beginning.

"Don't talk nonsense, we haven't accepted this result! I also think Meteor Knight and his team won. Storm Knight actually used banned drugs in the competition, that kind of person should be disqualified!"

Once one person takes the lead, the voices of the people rise up in unison. As soon as Mai finished speaking, others chimed in. Then it was one person, then a group, then everyone. Private discussions gradually turned into a cacophony of noise, and finally escalated into a massive, unified condemnation!

Backlash, this is the backlash. The Business Federation, attempting to deconstruct traditional chivalric culture, turning a niche interest into a mainstream one, and seriousness into entertainment, must be prepared to bear the consequences. When knights become idols, and the Major becomes an arena for these idols to vie for attention, they risk their image collapsing! Moreover, because the Business Federation has popularized the noble spirit of chivalry in everyone's hearts, the collapse of such idols will be far more dramatic than anything in the entertainment industry!

Today, Storm Knight can use banned substances to compete, but what about his teammate Rift Knight? What about the other knights? Blood Knight, Candle Knight, Left-Handed Knight, Whipblade Knight, what about them?

Question, question again!

Aside from the pure and innocent Knight Roy who exposed this shameful truth, the overwhelming public opinion will judge all knights, unstoppable, until all knights have been thoroughly examined and the scoundrels have been driven out!

"Look at what you've done."

Realizing what might happen, even the disgruntled Charné couldn't help but become serious. This collapse would be a devastating blow to the Commercial Federation, turn this year's Special Championship into a laughingstock, and destroy one of Casimir's most distinctive features!

This will cause a massive wave of unemployment, an economic downturn, and countless economic losses, something no member of any business association wants to see!

The spokesperson was ashen-faced; he couldn't think of any way to break the deadlock unless...

"Meteor... Knight... that punch... was really heavy."

A sudden sound rang out on the field; it was a hoarse voice coming from the Storm Knight's throat.

"Look how badly they hit me... My ears are ringing... What were they saying?"

"They say you and the Rift Knight took banned drugs."

Roy looked at Storm Knight with an inscrutable expression.

He saw the pleading in the Storm Rider's eyes, and he also saw the Rift Rider's body suddenly stop and tremble.

They were trying their best to suppress the loss of reason caused by the doping, and they were begging Roy to let them off the hook.

The choice was his. He could readily comply with public opinion and condemn the Storm Knight and Rift Knight for using prohibited substances, even if he knew they weren't acting voluntarily and were unaware of the conspiracy within the armor. This blow would not only cripple the Commercial Federation but could potentially cause it to split. Those profit-driven board members wouldn't stand idly by while schemers and ambitious individuals sacrificed their interests for so-called "greater gains." This would also give the Oversight Council a much-needed reprieve.

But is this in his best interest?

He is a member of the Unarmored Alliance. What he wants to see is not one side gaining an absolute advantage, but rivers of blood!

Roy slightly raised his head, looked at the commentary booth, smiled, then turned back, extended his hand, and said:

"Sorry, I went a little too far."

In an instant, color returned to the faces of Storm Rider and the spokesperson.

But the next second, Roy's words made their hearts skip a beat again.

"You don't look well. Is there something wrong with your armor?"

"Referee, I request an examination of the armor of Storm Knight and Rift Knight. Woma Heavy Industry and Peak Arena are suspected of illegally modifying the armor!"

Roy has always been one to settle scores and seek revenge. The people behind these two companies want to get back at him. While he doesn't need to completely destroy the Business Federation, it's necessary to make them pay a price as a warning.

Give me a few million in compensation first.

"So, referee, may we declare victory?"

Looking toward the commentary booth, Roy said.

The spokesperson pursed his lips, glanced at Mob with the big mouth beside him, and nodded.

"Announcing Roy's victory."

He had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.

Not only could he not refute it, he also had to thank Roy.

Thank you, Meteor Knight, for your "mercy".

Volume 1: Chapter 60 Someone gave you a mission: to kill you.

"Gaofeng Sports and Woma Heavy Industry collude to cheat? Banned drugs can't beat absolute strength in the end!"

"These tabloids are getting better and better at creating headlines. The sensationalism is so good that even I can't resist buying a copy to read."

Hinterlea's lips twitched slightly as she looked at Roy, who was reading and talking from the newspaper in front of her.

The Wine Gazette is no tabloid; it's the undisputed king of Casimir gossip. And it's said that a genius reporter recently emerged in the newspaper, causing sales to skyrocket. Even the Rose Gazette has to give way to it.

Besides, Master, isn't the main subject of that newspaper you're holding you and that golden monster? Aren't you embarrassed to read someone else's cringeworthy headline so seriously? Platinum felt she definitely couldn't do it.

Her toes were curled up, revealing a three-bedroom, one-living-room house. Hinterlea was still quite worried about Roy's health. Being a rider wasn't a good job. When Hinterlea was a rider herself, her fame was lukewarm, and she didn't participate in many events. Even so, she encountered match-fixing requests no less than ten times, spending almost her entire career surrounded by match-fixing accusations. Therefore, she knew all too well how much courage it took for someone in Roy's position to resolutely refuse match-fixing.

Not to mention, someone like Roy, who openly adheres to the three no's principle and has repeatedly slapped the Business Federation in the face, is still alive and well.

This time, the business alliance has already resorted to illegal drugs and super armor to try to physically or socially kill Roy on the field. What underhanded tactics will they use next?

Compared to the Business Federation, the Unarmored Alliance is as pure and innocent as a white lotus flower.

Hinterlea was deeply worried about Roy's future safety and even couldn't help but suggest:

"Master, you're famous enough now, why don't we go and discuss with the BOSS whether this mission should be considered complete?"

Roy shook his head: "No."