Chi.

Lin Sheng held a wooden stick and stabbed forward again and again.

He was inconspicuous among a group of students, but by looking closely, he could find that his movements were the most standard.

Chen Huan hugged his chest with his hands on his chest and frowned and observed carefully.

"His progress is so fast!" she whispered.

Xu Yi, who was standing beside him, took a sip of hot water with a thermos cup.

"It's only three weeks, tsk, it's like a natural genius who learns swords. It seems that we have found a treasure."

Chen Huan shook his head and said, "It's impossible to pick up treasures. We are not a formal institution, so we can't really report to him athletes' competition.

Even we coaches are affiliated to apply for the exam in other places. If he wants to take the exam, he can only pay for it himself."

"I am a beginner, and it's still early to get a grade exam or something." Xu Yi smiled, "But we can train it well. If we can get a prize, wouldn't we be able to revive the club in one go?"

"Hope..." Chen Huan was also a little moved.

To put it bluntly, the athletes’ profession depends on youth, reflectiveness, and youthfulness.

Naxi swordsmanship also has competitive projects throughout Celine. As long as you can get a city-level representative, it will be much better than now.

Now the entire swordsman club is supported by a few rich second-generations' investments, and their daily expenses are simply not enough.

To be honest, she and Du Xinlei opened a museum to teach students just to increase their income and reduce expenses.

"Actually, if we really want to count it, we are just half-baked." Chen Huan said helplessly. "It's only two years since I learned Naxi swordsmanship. Du Xinlei has only been three years."

"It's not complicated at all. This depends on the overall quality. There are only a few moves, and no matter how you learn it, you can only learn that way." Xu Yi smiled. "And..."

She drank another sip: "Besides, this club was originally the product of Mr. Chen and the others making fun of him.

It’s just you and Du Xinlei who are so serious. If you are really afraid of losses, they won’t do it at all.”

"That's what I said..." Chen Huan smiled bitterly.

She wanted to say something, but it happened that the time for the students to practice swordsmanship was up.

"Okay, please pay attention. Now start practicing. Don't hit the lower body of the head. If you touch the body torso first, you will lose." Chen Huan applauded and began to direct everyone to change their protective suits and helmets.

Lin Sheng was sweating and hanging down the wooden stick. He could feel his body as if he had just woken up from the water. Some strange sense of familiarity was constantly correcting his practice of drawing a sword.

"A little weird... Could it be that my changes in my dreams can affect reality?"

He was worried.

Since he had killed the rotten swordsman in his dream a while ago, he woke up and did not take that seriously.

As a result, when he started practicing sword again, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

The feel and coordination of the sword are completely different from before.

He seemed to have practiced many times, some of which were extremely proficient in movements, while others were still at the stage of being unfamiliar with only knowing his posture.

He stood there holding a wooden stick, a little stunned.

He just tested several moves and found out the problem.

"My basic direct thrust is much more skilled than before..."

"This...can't it be...!!!?" Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and he instantly thought of the changes in his dream before.

"In my dream, after killing the rotten swordsman, I obtained the other party's memory fragments and muscle memories. Now I'm even reality..."

Lin Sheng's heart was silent for a moment, and he felt a little confused for a moment.

This supernatural phenomenon made him both fear and expect.

"If the Ravel who I killed really exists, then what about that Black Feather City? Could it be that there was a place called Black Feather City? It really exists?"

Lin Sheng felt even more terrified.

He realized that his dream was definitely not what he had thought before, but was just a little special.

Such variations can be obtained in dreams. Does this mean that there are similar variables in other parts of the world?

"Is this world still the daily world I thought I was?" Lin Sheng's hand holding the wooden stick tightened slightly.

"Lin Sheng! Feng Xia, you practice together once."

Suddenly, Chen Huan's voice woke him up from his daze.

Lin Sheng looked up at the surroundings. Feng Xia, who was relatively skilled among the students, was already standing opposite him, wearing protective clothing and helmet, and holding a black wooden stick.

At this time, Feng Xia was pulling down the mask of the helmet, posing in a roof-style posture, and erecting the wooden stick on his ear.

Lin Sheng realized that he was going to start practicing. He quickly put on his bamboo helmet, put on his helmet, pulled the mask down, and could only see the opposite through the wire mesh.

At this time, other students around him also caught the right hand and prepared to start practicing.

The club is full of novices. In just a few weeks, Lin Sheng saw that he had changed his classmates twice.

Most of the students took a few classes, and after their initial enthusiasm and interest, they stopped coming.

Think about it, nowadays, who is willing to endure hardships and practice swordsmanship every day? No matter how good you practice, you can solve it with one bullet?

And here, even a sword is required to apply for a certificate when going to the streets.

"Each of each of them prepares, three, two, one, start." Chen Huan had already divided the group, raised his right arm and waved it down.

Lin Sheng quickly raised the wooden stick and faced Feng Xia opposite.

Although Feng Xia is a girl, she weighs as high as 183, and is the same height as Lin Sheng, about 1.7 meters tall. Standing opposite, she was rushing towards her with a fierce aura.

Seeing Lin Sheng holding up the wooden stick, she quickly posed for a slash.

Chih!

In an instant, Lin Sheng turned the wooden stick and made a false move, instantly turning from a downward slash to a straight sting.

The black wooden stick stabbed forward for a distance, hitting the target one step ahead of Feng Xia's downward slash.

ah.

Feng Xia squatted down while covering her stomach. The stick in her hand also fell off. She kept crying and screaming.

Lin Sheng stood there, still maintaining a straight-thorn posture, a little dull.

Just in the moment, he almost instinctively used Ravel's straight stab.

And the result...

"It really works..." His face remained unchanged, but his heart was shocked.

This straight stab is indeed much more fierce than other movements he learned in actual combat.

Feng Xia started before him, but the distance her sword had to pass was much longer than his sword.

When the speed difference is not large, the distance between the sword blade and the opponent is the real decisive element.

"Come again!" Feng Xia took a break, stood up again, holding the wooden stick and posing.

Lin Sheng was silent for a moment. He also wanted to try it out, whether he had really changed.

Soon, Feng Xia was stabbed continuously, squatting down and shouting in pain.

The strangeness here quickly attracted the attention of other students.

Bang.

The wooden stick in Feng Xia's hand was knocked away with one blow.

She stubbornly covered her hands, wanting to pick them up and continue.

"Forget it, the gap between you is too big. Let me do it." Chen Huan walked over and pressed Feng Xia. "Lin Sheng has made too fast progress. He can only use one move to stab him directly now, but this move is better than everyone else."

"I'm not in good shape today and didn't have a good rest yesterday, otherwise..." Feng Xia was unwilling to give up.

"It's not your problem." Chen Huan shook her head and stopped her from speaking.

Carrying a wooden stick, Chen Huan stood opposite Lin Sheng.

She held the stick in her hands and stood it in her ears.

"Your style of playing reminds me of the battlefield swordsmanship materials I have read before. The Naxi swordsmanship in ancient times was also mainly used in military formations."

"Coach, are you..." Lin Sheng hesitated.

"Come on one fight." Chen Huan's eyes drooped, his body arched slightly, and a hint of awe of awe in his whole body.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but seeing that Chen Huan stopped talking, he calmed down.

He also wanted to see how powerful he was after gaining Ravel's muscle memory.
Chapter completed!