How come I, who has the physique of a succubus, was pushed back by the ship girl?

The Duke of York did not say much, but just observed quietly, looking for the opportunity to fight.

But after racking her brains and facing the huge gap in strength, she still paid the price for her arrogance.

The conclusion she had made earlier due to a lack of understanding of Zhou Xuan now became a boomerang, hitting her hard in the face and penetrating deeply into her bones.

She couldn't give Sheffield any effective bonuses like Zhou Xuan did.

Because of this fatal weakness, they couldn't find the key to break the deadlock despite the huge gap in strength.

In other words, she is still far behind Zhou Xuan...

This human commander from the Iron Blood does not rely solely on the attraction that is enough to seduce people.

But it is the powerful ability that is enough to transform the ship girl and surpass her limits.

The tense situation did not allow her to delve into and analyze all the secrets about Zhou Xuan.

Looking at the struggling Sheffield, the Duke of York had to make a decision.

Try to live against death, she ordered Sheffield to open fire at full force.

At the same time, they faced Regensburg's trajectory head-on and used their respective artillery fire to determine the final winner.

However, the miracle did not happen to her as she wished.

When Zhou Xuan's bonus was added, the fiery dragon breath drowned the speeding shells and colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the answer to who would win was clear.

"Iron Blood wins, the score is 1-0."

"The next match will be between the iron-blooded Ron and the royal Cheshire."

Her fame rose instantly, and the announcements echoing in the sky and the cheers from the people around her could not stir up any emotion in her.

The smoke cleared, revealing a fair little face decorated with colorful ink.

The petite combat maid tilted her head to the side, observing Zhou Xuan's every move intently.

After receiving his response and engraving his figure in his mind, Sheffield said nothing, bowed, and left gracefully.

Following her departing back and looking forward, the Duke of York's brows were still tightly furrowed.

She suddenly understood Zhou Xuan's intention, and also seemed to realize that this was a game of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Xuan, whom she regarded as her prey, was the true hunter.

In her mind, the unclean snake would soon teach her a profound lesson.

As expected, even though she changed her opponent and had a firepower contest between heavy cruisers, she was still no match for Zhou Xuan.

No, perhaps she should have said that Sheffield and Cheshire did not lose in their dedication to the royal glory to the end.

The real loser is her, the powerless commander behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, the Duke of York slowly lowered his head, and his slender right hand tightly grasped the sword in his hand.

Hidden in the darkness, her eyes were filled with panic and unwillingness, without any trace of the bright and bloody color she had before when she met her worthy opponent.

"I take back my previous nonsense, Sister York."

"Your Excellency Zhou Xuan is a formidable opponent. I will go all out and make more preparations."

Gently patting his sister's shoulder to divert her attention, Hao first said in a serious tone.

Then, as if she had thought of something, the girl put on a relaxed smile and spoke tentatively.

"If, Sister York, I mean if."

"If I lose, please perform a waltz of swords for all of us in the final match."

"Okay! That's it. I'm going to go train first. I can't embarrass you in tomorrow's drill."

He came silently and left hastily.

When she came to her senses and wanted to respond, this caring sister had disappeared.

She was the only one left on the huge command podium. Looking from a distance, Zhou Xuan could barely be seen there.

Perhaps there is still room for recovery after defeat, or perhaps she was moved by Hao's comfort.

The Duke of York gripped the sword at his waist tightly, and she began to imagine the scene of the clashing of swords.

Imagine the waltz of blades danced by two people...

Ps:

Sorry, the author had a fever these days and was a little unconscious. The quality of recent updates has also declined. I am really sorry.

The strategy for York is almost over. We haven’t driven for a long time, so the driving scenes will increase later.

Knowing that everyone likes some exciting plots, the subsequent strategy for Wales will not focus on emotional contact.

The author intends to write her story with Zhou Xuan in the manner of the ** princess knight in action movies. In general, it is a development of the tough-talking princess knight and the full-fire succubus.

There will also be some other characters interspersed to meet you, and I hope that readers can support them.

The author will adjust the status as soon as possible, thank you everyone.

Chapter 137: Sword of Enduring Love

"The score is now 4-0..."

"The score was close to five to zero..."

"The winner of the sixth round is Tirpitz from Iron Blood and her commander Zhou Xuan!"

This is the first joint exercise with Iron Blood, held in the hall of the Royal Headquarters.

The announcements on the field were frequent, just as frequent as her failures.

There was no surprise that even if the sisters worked together, she and Hao were no match for Zhou Xuan.

In the blink of an eye, except for the last crucial match reserved, she had lost all chances to defeat Zhou Xuan.

Zero wins and six losses...

In just two days, Zhou Xuan used one victory after another to tell her an ironclad truth.

If Tiexue really has ulterior motives, then judging from their overall strength.

The Royal Family is no match for Tiexue, and she is no match for Zhou Xuan either.

Even if he is just a human being, even if he is still an unknown boy.

Now that the situation was clear, the girl tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword as she listened to the cheers from her companions.

"It's hidden really well... Zhou Xuan."

"Looking back now, the self-righteous Yu has become a clown..."

I really feel unwilling to do this, the Duke of York muttered to himself.

At this point, I can no longer tell whether it is the desire for victory that remains in my heart, or the stubborn inner demon that is like an obsession.

Even though defeat was clear, she still wanted to rely on her strengths.

Make good use of this last chance and defeat him completely.

It lives up to the pride of being a George V-class car and the reputation of the royal camp.

"This is my last battle. Commander, please give me some advice!"

No longer underestimating the enemy as before, the Duke of York saluted with his sword, and her words were full of sincerity.

Coming with great determination, this time, the girl from the royal family was finally willing to let go of her pride.

After saying this, without waiting for any response from him, he immediately assumed that elegant fighting stance.

The azure eyes gradually turned into scarlet blood red, and the girl's gaze was as sharp as a torch, ready for battle.

She can launch a fierce attack on her opponent at any time as long as she receives the referee's order.

"I see, Miss York."

Zhou Xuan responded in a different yet similar way, standing with his right hand behind his back and holding a sword.

Both of them knew very well that in this battle, all they wanted was an answer.

An answer that can clarify your mind.

With the final whistle, the game officially began.

All of a sudden, the originally noisy atmosphere on the field became quiet due to the sudden momentum of the two people.

With the sound of a pin drop, all the ship girls present were concentrating on watching the two people fighting against each other on the field, looking forward to the upcoming fierce battle.

Unable to hold back his anger, the Duke of York took the lead in attacking, taking a step forward and quickly closing the distance with Zhou Xuan.

A simple rapier danced with great vigor in her hands, and every move was fierce.

With a swing and a stab, a variety of moves emerged one after another. While attacking, the Duke of York also changed his attack patterns back and forth.

His moves were as fast as lightning, and the landing points of his attacks were unexpected. Several times, he almost broke Zhou Xuan's blocking defense.

Then, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, while he was frozen in his defense, you would bring the sharp edge of your rapier down on him and score points.

Relying on her superb swordsmanship, after dozens of rounds of confrontation, she actually found a gap in the boy's defense.

Then they opened up a gap, expanded their advantage, and gained valuable points first.

After many setbacks, she finally heard the good news of scoring.

But he had no time to be happy. The Duke of York raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and breathed slightly in the dark.

I can't imagine that as a ship girl, she had to spend a lot of energy just in these few dozen rounds.

To regroup, the Duke of York half-closed his sweat-soaked right eye, raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Xuan.

The boy did not panic as he suffered a temporary defeat. He always looked gentle and not arrogant, quite like the humble gentleman of ancient times.

I don't know where his confidence comes from, but Zhou Xuan slowly raised his rapier and spoke calmly.

"This is a combination of the swordsmanship that the monarch taught me and some improvements that reflect my personal style."

"The sword is soft, and the intention is strong. The combination of hardness and softness is full of affection. That's why I call it the sword of affection."

"Miss York, please enlighten me!"

It was not a bluff. As his words fell, a familiar yet unfamiliar force surged from his body.

Her originally calm state of mind suddenly became panic-stricken, and her words and actions began to become inappropriate.

"Sword of Endless Love? What a mess..."

"You, are you so arrogant that you want to influence me with love?"

"It's really... unreasonable!"

Whether it was unreasonable or incomprehensible, the Duke of York had already forgotten his original intention after making this subconscious rebuttal.

Obviously, he has noticed the rare abnormality happening to himself.

She looked up at Zhou Xuan again, and a hint of panic flashed across her eyes unconsciously.

She could clearly feel the affection behind that corny sentence.

An aura of spontaneity that fascinated her was secretly lingering over her whole body bit by bit.

From outside to inside, and from top to bottom, her will to win was gradually undermined.

This is the ability that Zhou Xuan possesses, a magical power called Rubik's Cube Affinity.

As early as when she arrived, the Prince of Wales had warned her to be careful and cautious.

But now, there is no sign of that force gaining momentum again.

Just the soul network wrapped around the surface of the rapier was enough to have a profound impact on her body and mind.

Delay would lead to changes, so the Duke of York dared not be negligent any longer.

When the second round started and Zhou Xuan was ready to attack, she continued to rush to attack.

The girl's attack was still fierce. She tried her best to get this only victory from him before her will was completely destroyed.

But this time was different. This time, Zhou Xuan did not leave her any loopholes and faced her attack calmly.

He tried to push left and right, and then tried the same trick again. Every time the Duke of York attacked directly, Zhou Xuan perfectly resolved it with his gentle energy.