Chapter 5781： He is an all-rounder

He will be a loyal minister who supports the young master. In the future, he will become a person inferior to one person and more than ten thousand people. He will even become the person behind the scenes who can control the Theron family.

"Yes, I hope Count Lance will not be injured." He meant something: "But Theron is tolerant and generous. Now that we have said this, even if Count Lance is accidentally injured on the sports field, you should also Don’t care.”

　　“咻~!” The referee gave the order and the game started.

 Everyone’s attention shifted to the fencing field.

Moody, who was wearing a white fencing uniform and a helmet, was the first to attack, and his long sword struck like lightning. Ye Wangchuan dodged the attack skillfully. He has agile steps and moves quickly around the field, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

 “Crack!” The slender swords collided and sparks erupted.

 Mu Di attacked again, with a fierce sword. Ye Wangchuan took his time and blocked the opponent's attack with his sword. Then, he instantly counterattacked, stabbing his opponent with his long sword like a spiritual snake.

Moody hurriedly resisted, but his speed was extremely fast and his sword was so powerful that Moody was overwhelmed in the blink of an eye.

 The situation on the field changed suddenly.

The face of Patriarch Rodriguez was a little ugly. He turned to look at the old man who was still in the middle of the night, and said with a smile on his face: "The Count of Lance has excellent fencing skills, but you actually said that he only knows a little bit." You are so humble!”

"It's just a competition between young people, it's not a professional competition, just watch it." The old man was always indifferent and tough, and blocked the patriarch Rodriguez back with just one sentence.

 The fencing field is constantly changing every minute.

 Ye Wangchuan seized the opportunity and attacked continuously. His sword fell like a violent storm, each strike precise and powerful.

Moody was retreating steadily and could only barely defend.

Ye Wangchuan's body shape is like a leopard, his movements are clean and neat, without a trace of excess. In a fierce confrontation, he saw his opponent's flaw and stabbed out with a sword. The sword flew across like a meteor, accurately hitting the opponent's effective part.

 The venue suddenly burst into cheers.

  “Profits and risks!”     “You are young and have a lot of promise.”

 “As expected of the ten elders who like him.”

  Accompanied by praise and applause. Standing in the center of the field, the man in his fencing uniform soaked with sweat took off his mask, revealing a handsome face wearing an exquisite mask. His wet forehead hair hung down on his full forehead, and the bulging Adam's apple on his neck was slightly raised as he shook his hair. He was soaked with sweat and reflected a glistening light under the light. The long sword in his hand shone brightly under the light, looking cold and noble, like a noble prince who had stepped out of the Middle Ages.

 “Come again!”

 Moody pulled off the mask that protected his face at the same time. The bags under his eyes were heavy under his gloomy eyebrows, making him even more sharp and difficult to get along with.

 He blocked the man's way with his sword across the board and faced off silently.

 “Again!”

Ye Wangchuan hooked his fingers on his mask and said with some waning interest: "What's the point of playing fencing all the time? If you insist on playing, we can play separately."

Moody looked ugly: "What are you talking about?"

Ye Wangchuan's eyes wandered around the field, as if he accidentally saw the target and archery in front of him, pointing over there.

 “How about playing archery?”

"good!"

When he was provoking himself, Moody dropped his mask and strode toward the shooting range.

"Lance." Shi Lao narrowed his eyes and called to the man who was following him. His gentle tone contained a warning that was difficult to hear. (End of chapter)