Swoosh.
Lin Sheng held the wooden stick and thrust it forward again and again.
He was inconspicuous among the students, but if you looked closely, you would find that his movements were the most standard.
Chen Huan crossed her arms and observed him carefully with a frown.
"His progress is so fast!" she whispered.
Xu Yi took a sip of hot water from her thermos flask.
"It's only been three weeks. Tsk, tsk. He's like a natural-born swordsmanship genius. It seems that we have found a treasure. "
Chen Huan shook her head and said, "There's nothing we can do. We are not a formal organization, so we can't really register him for competitions. Even coaches like us apply to other places through affiliations. If he wants to be certified, he has to pay for it himself. "
"He's just a beginner. It's too early for him to take the test." Xu Yi laughed. "But we can nurture him well. If we can bring back a prize, then wouldn't we be able to revive the club?"
"I hope so …" Chen Huan was also tempted.
To put it bluntly, athletes had to be young, have sharp reflexes, and feed on their youth.
Naxi swordsmanship was also a competitive sport in Celine. As long as they could become a city-level representative, it would be much better than their current half-dead state.
Now the entire swordsmanship club was supported by a few rich second generations, and the daily expenses could not even make ends meet.
To be honest, she and Du Xinlei opened the club to teach students to increase their income and reduce their expenses.
"To be honest, we're just dabblers," Chen Huan said helplessly. "I've only learned Naxi swordsmanship for two years. Du Xinlei has only learned it for three years. "
"It's not complicated. It depends on the overall quality. There are only a few moves. No matter how hard you learn, you will only get the same results." Xu Yi smiled. "And …"
She took another sip of water. "And this club is the product of Childe Chen and the others' fooling around. Only you and Du Xinlei are so serious. If they were really afraid of losing money, they wouldn't have started it. "
"That's true …" Chen Huan smiled bitterly.
She wanted to say something more, but it was time for the students to practice.
"Okay, everyone, pay attention. Let's start sparring. Don't hit the head or the lower body. The one whose torso is touched first loses. "Chen Huan applauded and began to instruct everyone to change into protective suits and helmets.
Lin Sheng's forehead was drenched in sweat as he lowered his wooden stick. He could feel that his body had just woken up from a deep slumber. There was a strange sense of familiarity that was constantly correcting his practice of drawing his sword.
"It's a little strange … Could it be that the changes in my dream can affect reality?"
His heart was perturbed.
Ever since he killed the rotten swordsman in his dream a while ago, he had not taken it seriously since he woke up.
However, when he started practicing again, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The feeling and coordination of the sword was on a completely different level from before.
It was as if he had practiced it many times. Some of the movements were incomparably proficient, while others were still stuck at the stage where he only knew the stances.
He held the wooden stick and stood there in a daze.
He had just tested a few moves and found the problem.
"My basic move, the straight stab, is much more proficient than before …"
"This … Could it be …" Lin Sheng's pupils shrank as he instantly thought of the changes in his dream.
"In the dream, after I killed the rotten swordsman, I also obtained his memory fragments and muscle memory. Now, even reality … "
Lin Sheng's heart sank. For a moment, he was a little confused.
This supernatural phenomenon filled him with both fear and anticipation.
"If the Ravel I killed really exists, then what about Blackfeather City? Could it be that there was a place called Blackfeather City? Could it be that it really exists? "
Lin Sheng's heart grew more and more frightened.
He realized that his dream was definitely not what he had thought before. It was just a little special.
If such a mutation could occur in a dream, did it mean that there were similar variables in other parts of the world?
"Is this world still the ordinary world that I thought it was?" Lin Sheng's grip on the wooden stick tightened slightly.
"Lin Sheng! Feng Xia, you two practice together. "
Suddenly, Chen Huan's voice woke him up from his stupor.
Lin Sheng looked up at his surroundings. Feng Xia, who was relatively skilled among the students, was already standing opposite him. She was wearing a protective suit and a helmet, and holding a black wooden stick.
At this time, Feng Xia was pulling down the visor of her helmet and putting the stick upright beside her ear.
Lin Sheng came to his senses and realized that they were going to practice together. He quickly put on the bamboo helmet, put on the helmet, and pulled down the visor. He could only see the opposite side through the wire mesh.
At this time, the other students also began to practice together.
The club was full of novices. In just a few weeks, Lin Sheng saw that the students next to him had changed twice.
Most of the students only attended a few classes, and after their initial enthusiasm and interest had worn off, they stopped coming.
Come to think of it, no one wanted to practice swordsmanship every day. No matter how good one was, one bullet could solve the problem.
On the other hand, one had to get a license to carry a sword on the street.
"Get ready. Three, two, one, start." Chen Huan had already divided the teams. She raised her right arm and swung down.
Lin Sheng quickly raised his stick and faced Feng Xia.
Although Feng Xia was a girl, she weighed 183 pounds and was as tall as Lin Sheng, more than 1.7 meters. Standing opposite him, Feng Xia felt a fierce aura.
Seeing Lin Sheng raise his stick, she quickly put on a posture and slashed forward.
Whoosh!
In an instant, Lin Sheng turned his stick. It was actually a feint. In an instant, he changed from a downward slash to a straight thrust.
The black wooden stick stabbed forward for some distance and hit the target one step ahead of Feng Xia's downward slash.
"Ah."
Feng Xia squatted down, clutching her stomach. She dropped the stick in her hand. She kept screaming in pain.
Lin Sheng stood in place, still maintaining the posture of a straight thrust. He was a little sluggish.
At that moment, he almost instinctively used Ravel's straight thrust.
And the result …
"It really works …" His expression did not change, but his heart was shaken.
In actual combat, this straight thrust was much more ferocious than the other moves he had learned.
Feng Xia had made her move before him, but the distance her sword had to travel was much longer than the distance his sword had to travel.
In a situation where the speed difference between the sword and the opponent was not big, the real deciding factor was the distance between the sword and the opponent.
"Again!" Feng Xia rested for a while, stood up again, and put on a posture with the stick.
Lin Sheng was silent. He also wanted to try to see if he had really changed.
Soon, Feng Xia was stabbed repeatedly, squatting down and screaming in pain.
The strange scene soon attracted the attention of other students.
Bang.
Feng Xia's stick was knocked away.
She stubbornly covered her hand and wanted to pick it up again.
"Forget it. The gap between you two is too big. Let me. "Chen Huan walked over and held Feng Xia down. "Lin Sheng's progress is too fast. He only knows one straight thrust now, but he uses it better than anyone else."
"I'm not in good shape today. I didn't rest well yesterday. Otherwise …" Feng Xia was unwilling to give up.
"It's not your problem." Chen Huan shook her head and stopped her.
Holding the wooden stick, Chen Huan stood in front of Lin Sheng.
She held the stick up to her ear with both hands.
"Your fighting style reminds me of the battlefield swordsmanship materials I've read before. The ancient Naxi swordsmanship was mainly used to thrust in military formations."
"Coach, what are you …?" Lin Sheng hesitated.
"Let's fight one-on-one." Chen Huan looked down, her body slightly arched, and her whole body revealed a trace of awe.
Lin Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Chen Huan did not say anything, he calmed down.
He also wanted to see how powerful he was after obtaining Ravel's muscle memory.
The two faced each other, the wooden stick erected like a real long sword.
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