Arts and Sciences

Chapter 912
Countless rustling sounds spread from the crowd like a tide, along the entire royal fencing venue, all the way around the empty and full hall of the venue like surround sound.The Duke of Stoke's face was a little moved. He had never heard that the French sword god had three chief apprentices, but most of these apprentices were at the level of a master, and like the sword god, he was a figure who could not see the end of the dragon. The Meben who suddenly appeared now, with an idle look, is actually the third disciple of the Sword God. How could Duke Stoke not be surprised, because the guy's nonchalant expressions and movements just now made Duke Stoke I lost my mind, and I didn't expect that the Moroccan prince in front of me was actually a master of concealment.

For masters like the Duke of Stoke, they are very curious about the long-established swordsmanship. Now that he can see the so-called swordsmanship of the sword god, he suddenly became interested and focused on watching the swordsmanship on the stage. Meiben.

"What. What." Mercedes looked at Meiben in front of her and said in disbelief.

The circle of officials around was stunned. Although they were officials all the time, they also knew who the sword god was. In France, this man had extraordinary prestige. He had a medal of honor awarded by three generations of kings, which was equivalent to The military medal is generally highly respected in France. He is a special figure. Because of this particularity, the Sword God is a legendary existence.

After saying these words, even Mardan was stunned, and then he smiled slightly, but such a smile always felt uncomfortable in the eyes of the people around him.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that I would be able to confront the apprentice of the Sword God today, so let me see what kind of abilities the apprentice handed over by your sword god, who is well-known in the entire swordsmanship world, has!?" Mardan He slowly raised his hand, pointed the wooden sword obliquely, and locked on Mei Ben in front of him imposingly.

"Mardan, you still don't let me put down the sword, do you really want to be imprisoned for more than ten years for the crime of offending a distinguished guest!?" Mardan scolded, no matter what, it is a big headache for the coach of the Royal Sword Academy to fight with the VIP prince.

"You all step back, I will give him a chance, a chance to challenge me." Meiben's tone was still calm, as if he was about to fall asleep lazily, but the self-confidence shown in it was a kind of saying Do not come out of the oppressive force.The red-clothed guards who had walked up originally retreated after hearing his words.

"Meben." Mercedes wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.She wanted to stop the sword competition between the two, but judging by the momentum between the two, it was obvious that they would not give up until they had a showdown.

"Don't worry, it's just a sparring session. There won't be any danger. Who will give me a sword?" Meiben looked around, and a man in a fencing suit buckled the wooden sword upside down and handed it up respectfully.

Mei Ben took the wooden sword, weighed it, took out one end with one hand, and suddenly cut it with the other hand, with a bang, the wooden sword broke into two pieces.Mardan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the surrounding people were dumbfounded. This wooden sword is made of solid wood. Ordinary people try their best to flick it like this, and it may still not move at all. If it is chopped, it will be broken into two pieces. From this, it can be inferred that the ability of this Moroccan prince Meben is unfathomable.

Seeing everyone looking at him with strange expressions, Meiben smiled a little embarrassedly, held the half wooden sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'm used to using shorter ones, but I'm not used to them if they're too long. .”

"Have you finished your tricks yet?" Mardan shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly expanded. Of course, it is impossible for the long sword to increase in length out of thin air. It broke out at one point, and the momentum was astonishing.

"Unexpectedly, in the royal palace, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers." Duke Stoke looked at Mardan who shot, and slightly admired.

Mardan struck straight at Meiben in front of him with an extremely fierce aura. The long sword in his hand was designed to attack short weapons like Meiben. Meiben fought with a broken wooden sword. Willing to fall into a disadvantage?

Mardan's sword was pressed down, and Meiben's eyes were filled with a casual look. At that moment, he suddenly burst into light, and the half of the wooden sword in his hand was slashed up from the top with the traction of Qi, and he gathered enough momentum to meet Mardan head-on. of a sword.

Deng!
There was a clear and crisp sound of clashing wooden swords, but it also shook everyone's hearts very heavily. Under the clash of the two swords, sawdust scattered everywhere. Mardan took a step back, holding the long sword in his hand. In a circle, the aura condensed into a cone, stabbing straight towards Meiben's heart.Meiben was able to catch the sword that Meiben was attacking suddenly, which already made Maerdan startled, and now he didn't dare to hold back and stabbed with all his strength.

drink!
With a loud shout, the half of the wooden sword in Meiben's hand drew an arc in the air, and the tip of the sword hit the tip of the wooden sword of Mardan.

Mardan only felt a rather strange and powerful force coming back from the sword body, like a sword condensed by himself, hitting an angry charging bull head-on, and his whole body felt a strong impact , the whole body staggered back, Meiben repelled Mardan with a sword, not to stay, the whole person suddenly changed from defensive stillness to offensive movement, his figure was ups and downs, and he was usually lazy In comparison, the flexibility is outrageous.

His gorgeous clothes bulged, and he met Maerdan, and the half wooden sword in his hand shot down fiercely towards him.

Mardan had already fallen into a passive position, not daring to be negligent, he grasped the long sword in his hand, and met Fengge, Meiben's wooden sword horizontally.

Boom!Another heavy blow sounded, and Mardan took another two steps back, his hands were shattered, and the half wooden sword in Meiben's hand in front of him was extremely heavy like a jackhammer. When he got down, Maerdan felt as if he was facing a surging force, which made him use all his strength to block, even attacking was impossible.

Meiben didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. The half wooden sword in his hand was invincible, chasing and hitting Maerdan from all directions, and every attack he made lightly weighed more than a thousand catties to Maerdan. A very weird and terrifying power made Maerdan feel that Meiben was like an iron man, bringing an invisible and blunt oppressive force.

"This prince's swordsmanship is very high. I didn't expect Morocco to have such a talent!" The Duke of Stoke sighed. Richard next to him put his hand on the sword lightly, watching the sword fight between Mardan and Meiben in front of him. He really wanted to draw out his sword and let his father know that his swordsmanship had improved greatly and he would not lose to the Prince Meben in front of him, but he still held back and did not answer Duke Stoke's words.

(End of this chapter)