The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 353

Everyone looked at Zhou Yang like a fool.

What a joke!

Even if you lose if you are hit by Philip?

Zhou Yang continued: "If I get lucky, I also hope that His Royal Highness will stop entanglement, and everything will end here."

"You can't win!" The prince narrowed his eyes.

Immediately an attendant came to Zhou Yang with a set of unprotected fencing suits.

"Thank you, no! It will be over soon!" Zhou Yang smiled faintly, and refused the attendant's plan to put on his fencing uniform.

"Zhou Yang!"

Princess Meg and Hu Meixuan exclaimed at the same time.

Zhou Yang was too big, and he would definitely get hurt if he continued like this.

Zhou Yang waved his hand to signal them not to worry.

"Stupid Oriental!" Philip grinned under the fencing mask.

His epee is not equipped with a protective head, and the tip is sharp.

Philip is sure to get Zhou Yang injured in three offensive rounds.

"Both sides are ready, let's start!" The chief of the palace cleared the field and stood between the two, waving his arm downward to signal the start of the game.

The crowd was silent.

They only have one idea, how long can Zhou Yang last before falling?

Prince Philip erected the epee in front of him, flicked it towards the lower right, making a courtesy, then bowed his right leg forward and stretched his left leg back in an attacking posture.

Zhou Yang shook his head.

In his opinion, this guy is almost full of flaws.

Philip's standard may not be low, but in front of the world's top Zhou Yang, it is like a child waving a toy.

Zhou Yang hooked his fingers towards Philip: "Come on!"

Philip was furious in his heart.

Zhou Yang flipped his wrist and raised the sword in his hand diagonally.

"Ding!"

The two swords collided.

Philip didn't even touch Zhou Yang's hair.

"The strength is good, but the speed is too low!" Zhou Yang shook his head.

The guests were stunned.

What do you mean?

Not only did he avoid Philip's sword, but also pointed out the other party's shortcomings?

Is Zhou Yang really strong this time or is he holding on?

"To shut up!"

Philip finally put aside the reservations of the royal family members, roared, and the epee frantically stabbed Zhou Yang's heart.

As long as he pierced an unprotected fencing suit, Zhou Yang would definitely be seriously injured!

But the prince's second sword fell through.

The third sword also fell through.

Zhou Yang's body was made of rubber. Whenever the tip of the sword was about to touch him, it would bend and twist strangely, just to avoid the sharp edge.

Only then did Meg and Hu Meixuan slowly feel relieved, and at the same time once again stunned by Zhou Yang's versatility.

Oh my god, is there anything this man can't do?

The guests were also shocked.

Zhou Yang's unrestrained steps, indifferent posture, and not even wearing a face mask, all illustrate a problem-in terms of fencing, he did not pay attention to Philip at all.

The facts also show that Philip in front of Zhou Yang is like Don Quixote waving his spear and rushing to the giant windmill, but his efforts are sad.

The combination of top fencing skills and Zhou Yang's weird body technique turned into Philip's nightmare.

After more than twenty swords in a row, Philip really didn't meet Zhou Yang once.

Zhou Yang didn't even put a defensive posture, but was so bored that he swung his sword to block.

Sparks splashed in the air, and the harsh epee collision tormented everyone's ears.

Mixed with Zhou Yang's excellent comments.

"His Royal Highness's sword has made progress."

"There is a problem with the angle of this sword, so pick some more."

"Your front legs are too tight, which is not conducive to exerting strength. Try another sword. Very good, that's it!"

The royal family members are stupid.

Philip is going crazy.

There is no such thing as a duel.

This is basically a super master teaching students.

Finally, both Hu Meixuan and Princess Meg laughed out loud.

The princess was also slightly embarrassed and stopped the "duel" between the two.

If this continues, the prince will only be more embarrassed.

This Zhou Yang is really troublesome.

Philip pulled off his mask and stared at Zhou Yang with anger.

Zhou Yang didn't even sweat, and smiled faintly: "It seems that the winner has already been divided. I hope that the prince will abide by the agreement we made before the duel, and everything ends here...This epee will be my commemoration."

"Princess, goodbye. Meixuan, let's go." Zhou Yang took Hu Meixuan and walked towards the banquet hall door.

Philip was heartbroken.

The people around were expressionless, but in his opinion, those people must laugh at him in their hearts.

Dignified Prince Philip, even deflated in the hands of a commoner, lost the face of the royal family.

Rage swallowed his reason.

He saw Meg's reluctance to Zhou Yang.

He saw Hu Meixuan's worship of Zhou Yang.

He saw the disappointment of the princess and prince towards him.

Zhou Yang is to blame for all this.

At this moment, Zhou Yang and Hu Meixuan were already ten meters away from him, getting closer and closer to the gate of the banquet hall, and they were about to go out.

Envy and fury overwhelmed Philip.

He held the hilt of the heavy sword with his backhand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Zhou Yang's back.

"Philip, what are you going to do?" Princess Meg was shocked.

"Dead!" Philip roared, and the epee in his hand shot out, flying towards Zhou Yang's heart like a meteor.

"what!"

All the guests exclaimed in unison.

They never dreamed that Philip was so jealous of Zhou Yang.

The face of the princess and prince was pale, and his whole body was cold.

Once Zhou Yang is injured or killed, the royal family will bear a shame that can never be washed away.

The guests closed their eyes and couldn't bear to see the splash of blood.

The expected scream did not appear.

The epee pierced the door on the side of the banquet hall, and the hilt of the sword was trembling and imaginary.

Zhou Yang slowly turned around.

Hu Meixuan was full of anger.

"His Royal Highness, what does this mean?" Zhou Yang was angry.

Unexpectedly, the dignified prince would have such a nasty side.

"What qualifications do you have to question me?" Philip instantly regained his senses, and showed the royal style.

"You want to kill Zhou Yang!" Hu Meixuan shouted sharply.

Philip smiled faintly, and shrugged: "Don't be so excited, just let the epee go. You can go now."

The guests looked at Zhou Yang with pity.

Common people are common people, without dignity in front of members of the royal family.

What if you know that the other party did it deliberately?

Zhou Yang smiled and slowly raised his epee at Philip.

"stop!"

"what are you going to do?"

"Are you crazy?"

The guests shouted loudly.

Seeing Zhou Yang's meaning was to use an epee to stab Prince Philip.

Princess Meg also yelled out: "Zhou Yang, stop!"

She didn't want Zhou Yang to make irreparable mistakes impulsively.

Philip looked at Zhou Yang with a provocative smile.

As long as the other party dared to move, he would have a way to keep Zhou Yang in prison forever.

Zhou Yang sighed, and the tip of the heavy sword dropped to the ground again.

"How could I do something to the prince?" Zhou Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, as if he had already accepted his fate.

Prince Philip smiled triumphantly: "It's a good thing to be able to recognize yourself."

Zhou Yang nodded and said with approval: "His Royal Highness is right. I am just a civilian and I am not qualified to communicate with the royal family. Therefore, I am not qualified to stay with me as a memorial to this heavy sword, so I have to return it to His Royal Highness. Up!"

He held the tip of the sword with one hand and the hilt with the other, bending the middle made of stainless steel into a curved bow shape.

At the next moment, Zhou Yang suddenly let go.

The epee turned into a silver light, and instantly swept across the long table full of desserts.

"Puff!"

The rest of the dessert made by Princess Meg was lifted up by the epee and slapped on Prince Philip's face like a precision guided missile.

The precise control of muscles and the arc of movement of objects in the field of vision enabled Zhou Yang to achieve this almost impossible goal.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Zhou Yang said to the dumbfounded Philip: "His Royal Highness, don't waste the delicious princess made by yourself!"

Then he waved to Meg and said, "Your Royal Highness, your dessert is made!"