The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 719: Players without protective gear

Chapter 719: Players Without Protective Gear

Long Xiaoxiao finally left the recording scene with the pale Hu Weiwei.

Before leaving, she put down the cruel words, and must let the production platform know that their Huayue was great.

But Duan Yun was not serious at all.

Today is different.

The top three video platforms in China have almost monopolized all online video traffic.

Coupled with the gradual decline of traditional TV, more and more attention has been attracted by the platform.

A celebrity wanted to become popular in the past and needed to work hard.

If you want to fire now, you must first have traffic.

Although Hua Yue holds a bunch of high-quality trainees in his hand, the channel is a weakness.

Without the support of a video platform, it is difficult for these trainees to get ahead.

If Huayue really dared to confront the producer.

Then the production side would dare to kill Huayue, so that their company could not push it out.

The platform is so awesome, no explanation!

"Trouble you!" Zhou Yang smiled to Duan Yun.

Duan Yun laughed and said, "Mr. Zhou is serious. I only saw a video of Mr. Zhou fighting against the rat tide not long ago. I admire him with great admiration. It's such a small matter.

"In addition, this competition will be broadcast tomorrow." Duan Yun said solemnly.

Zhou Yang nodded.

The video about him fighting the rat tide is not found on the Internet.

This Duan Yun can see that there must be a special channel.

At this point, Zhou Yang felt calm.

The platform will do its best to cooperate with itself.

Watched by a crowd of artists, Zhou Yang Shi Ran walked to the fencing venue.

Fencing has several branches and is a typical aristocratic sport.

But in Zhou Yang's view, this kind of game in which one person holds a metal stick in one hand is not interesting, and it is far worse than the ancient martial arts of Xia.

However, according to the arrangement of the competition, Zhou Yang faced Park Tae-duo, the recognized master of fencing among the artists of Korea.

Asia, due to the innate physical strength of the race, always does not have an advantage in some intensely contested sports competitions.

But the world is fair.

God has given Asians a more flexible posture.

In sports that focus on skills, Asians often have the advantage of crushing levels.

Fencing is one of the items that Asians are better at.

With the help of the staff, Zhou Yang changed into a fencing suit and held an epee.

The epee competition is not the same as other fencing branches. The athletes have effective parts all over their bodies, and they can only stab, not chop, or hit.

Since the effective part is large and there is no rule of priority refereeing, if you want to win the game, you can't be impulsive, you must choose the time calmly.

It can be called the most comprehensive test of fencing.

Park Taiduo had already changed into his protective clothing, waving an epee in his hand, as if looking for feeling.

Seeing Zhou Yang approaching the other side, Park Taiduo raised his arm, blocked his face with the hilt, and made a courtesy.

Zhou Yang also smiled in return.

The eyes of the audience were once again attracted to the past.

The audience around the fencing venue calmed down, breathing very lightly, for fear of disturbing the performance of the two fencers.

"Can I try first?" Zhou Yang suddenly took off his mask.

The referee nodded.

Zhou Yang wielded the heavy sword and had to make forward moves time and time again.

Park Taeduo, who could see him, shook his head straight.

"The pace is not good, the body posture is not good, the angle and speed of the sword are not good...Is this to be funny?" Park Taiduo frowned.

The other guests standing behind Park Taiduo looked at Zhou Yang with a slightly mocking smile.

"Senior Park will definitely win this game!"

"Yes, that Xia countryman doesn't understand fencing at all!"

"Can you start?" The referee got up and asked Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang nodded: "Go ahead!"

"Put on protective clothing," the referee reminded.

Zhou Yang suddenly shook his head and said, "Forget it."

He threw the mask to the staff and smiled: "Wearing this is quite suffocating..."

Then, with everyone's stunned gaze, Zhou Yang folded the protective clothing and placed it under the field.

"What do you mean?" Park Taiduo asked coldly.

Zhou Yang carried the heavy sword, pulled a sword flower, and said with a smile: "I mean, it doesn't matter whether you wear it or not, and you can't stab me!"

The audience was in an uproar.

What is the logic.

Park Taiduo narrowed his eyes and said, "If you don't wear protective clothing, how do you know who stabs whom first?"

Zhou Yang smiled and said, "You don't need to know, because you can't stab me!"

"It's crazy!"

"So arrogant!"

"But... he's so stupid!"

The audience climaxed again.

Epee is the heaviest sword among the three branches of fencing.

Even if the steel sword did not open the front, it would definitely not be able to block it with flesh and blood.

What's more, due to the large effective area of the epee, in official competitions, athletes are often injured accidentally.

Zhou Yang gave up the protective clothing and mask to fight against Park Taiduo, it was almost death.

At the same time, giving up protective clothing also means that the opponent hits the effective part and will not turn on the light.

"You are really cunning!" Park Taiduo sneered. "If you take off your protective clothing, there will be no prompt if you are stabbed by me. Do you think that will win me?"

Zhou Yang smiled: "You think too much!"

"Well, I'll play with you!" Park Taiduo suffocated in his heart, "Don't blame me if you hurt you."

Zhou Yang nodded: "I am responsible."

Park Taeduo narrowed his eyes and decided to show Zhou Yang some color.

Zhou Yang's triple jump just now shocked all Koreans.

If this situation is allowed to develop, their morale will soon collapse.

Since the other party has given up all protection, don't blame me for bullying.

Park Taiduo put on his face mask, held an epee in his hand, and made a lunge.

"Beep!" The electronic whistle sounded.

Game start.

Zhou Yang held the epee in one hand, the point of the sword was downward, and he touched it casually on the ground with a smile on his face.

There is absolutely no appearance of a match.