"Armor...?"
Luka shook his head.
"No. If I don't win in these clothes, the audience will be watching my equipment instead of me."
"That would be advertising for the manufacturers, not for Belobog..."
"Besides, Mr. Executive Officer never wears armor, and neither do Dan Heng or Miss March 7th."
"You think you're the same as us?" Yan Huan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Without good equipment, this Martial Arts Ceremony might be tough to get through."
"Then what about Yan Qing, the strongest contestant in this Martial Arts Ceremony?" Luka asked.
"Will he use powerful equipment too?"
Yan Huan answered:
"Yan Qing was raised by the Luofu's general. The kid's practically got cheats. He doesn't need that sort of equipment, though the swords he carries are all top-notch."
Yan Huan looked at Luka.
"You can't expect me to make you as badass as him in just a few days..."
"Well..." Luka scratched his head.
"Though I actually could," Yan Huan added.
Luka: "?"
"For now, focus on training your defense and dodging."
Yan Huan folded his arms.
"Fights here aren't like the ones in Belobog's boxing clubs. Some contestants come with built-in advantages just because of what they are. Take Intellitrons, for example."
"If one shows up with a plasma cannon and says it's part of their body, what can you do?"
Camille said awkwardly:
"Mr. Yan Huan, I feel like that was aimed at me."
Yan Huan looked at Camille.
"You've got a built-in camera, don't you? That puts you ahead of other reporters from the start."
"Mr. Executive Officer! I'll give the training everything I've got!" Luka said gratefully.
"Luka, I'll do everything I can to help you both!" Camille clenched her fists.
"You'll become the most legendary coach and fighter, and I'll make a feature report good enough