Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

He wants to be a loyal minister who supports the young master, and in the future he will become a person who is second to none and even the person who can control the Theron family.

"Really? I hope Earl Lance will not be injured." He said meaningfully: "But Theron is tolerant and generous. Now that we have come to this point, even if Earl Lance is accidentally injured on the sports field, you should not care."

"Swish!" The referee gave an order and the game began.

Everyone's attention shifted to the fencing field.

I saw Mudi, wearing a white fencing suit and a helmet, took the lead in attacking, and his long sword stabbed like lightning. Ye Wangchuan flashed and cleverly dodged the attack. He moved flexibly and quickly in the field, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

"Bang!" The slender fencing swords collided and burst into sparks.

Mudi attacked again, and his sword was fierce. Ye Wangchuan was not in a hurry, and gently blocked with his sword to resolve the opponent's offensive. Then, he counterattacked instantly, and his long sword stabbed at his opponent like a spirit snake.

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

The situation on the field suddenly changed.

Chief Rodriguez looked a little ugly. He turned his head to look at the old man who was unmoved. He smiled and said, "The Earl of Lance has excellent fencing skills. You actually said that he only knows a little bit. The Ten Elders are really 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. With just a few words, he blocked Chief Rodriguez again.

The fencing field changes every minute.

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

Moody retreated step by step and could only defend reluctantly.

Ye Wangchuan was like a leopard, and his movements were clean and neat, without a trace of redundancy. In a fierce confrontation, he aimed at the opponent's flaw and stabbed with a sword. The sword passed like a meteor, accurately hitting the effective part of the opponent.

Cheers suddenly rang out in the stadium.

"Great!"

"Young and promising."

"You are worthy of being chosen by the ten elders."

Accompanied by praise and applause. Standing in the center of the venue, the man with fencing clothes soaked with sweat took off his mask, revealing a handsome face wearing an exquisite mask, with wet hair hanging on his full forehead, and the protruding Adam's apple of his neck slightly raised between his hair was soaked with sweat, reflecting a bright light under the light. The long sword in his hand flashed under the light, cold and noble, like a nobleman from the Middle Ages.

"Come again!"

At the same time, Mudi pulled off the mask protecting his face. The heavy bags under his gloomy eyebrows made him look sharp and difficult to get along with.

He blocked the man's way with his sword, and confronted him silently.

"Let's do it again!"

Ye Wangchuan hooked his finger on the mask and said with some disinterest: "What's the point of playing fencing all the time? If you insist on playing, we can play something else."

Moody's face was grim: "What do you want to play?"

Ye Wangchuan's eyes swept around the venue, as if he accidentally saw the target and archery in front of him, and pointed to that side.

"How about playing archery?"

"Okay!"

Moody thought he was provoking him, threw away the mask, and strode towards the shooting range.

"Lance." The Tenth Elder narrowed his eyes and called the man who followed him, with a faint tone containing a warning that was not easy to hear. (End of this chapter)