The manor was shrouded in a dark mist.
Lin Sheng walked slowly along the right side of the carriageway with his black sword in hand.
He stepped on gravel and dried grass from time to time, producing a slight crunching sound.
The leaves on both sides were also rustling in the wind.
Lin Sheng glanced at both sides. There was a dark forest on both sides. The black branches were swaying as if something could rush out of the darkness at any time.
Right in front of them, a lone lamppost stood at a Y-shaped intersection. A black oil lamp was hanging from the lamppost.
Under the oil lamp, two shriveled, pitch-black corpses were leaning back to back against the lamppost with their heads tilted.
The two corpses were dressed in black clothes. Their faces could not be seen clearly. Only messy white hair covered their heads like weeds.
Lin Sheng paused and slowly approached them with his sword in hand.
The lamppost was empty, and the wind was howling.
The closer he got, the more lonely Lin Sheng felt. It was like a person standing in the middle of an empty football field. There was nothing around him.
"I'm at least four to five hundred meters away from the manor. I shouldn't encounter the monster that killed me again, right?"
Lin Sheng was well aware of his own strength. The monster's speed and strength were far beyond his reach.
Although he had obtained part of Ravel's memory, his actual strength was still very weak.
Firstly, his physical fitness had not changed. His strength and speed were still the same.
Secondly, he had only obtained Ravel's memory fragments. He had only mastered the straight thrust technique, which was the most basic of the basic moves.
"In terms of actual strength, I might not even be qualified as a reserve soldier in Ravel's environment." Lin Sheng smiled bitterly in his heart.
But when he thought of killing the monster and obtaining the memory fragments, his heart was full of anticipation.
Holding his sword, he approached slowly and cautiously.
He walked until he was less than a meter away from the corpse.
Lin Sheng poked the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword.
Thud.
A corpse fell to the ground, and its head rolled off its neck. It revealed a dagger hidden in its arms.
"Completely dead?" Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes and flicked the dagger with the tip of his sword.
With a clatter, the dagger rolled out and fell on the muddy ground.
* Hiss … *
Suddenly, a familiar hissing sound came from Lin Sheng's right.
His eyes widened and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, a monster with a black sword growing out of its right arm slowly limped toward him.
The monster's head was wrapped in a white bandana, and drops of blood were seeping out. The exposed skin on his neck and arms were covered with festering pustules.
"Again …" Lin Sheng gripped his black sword tightly and focused his attention.
With Ravel's fragmented memories, he felt that he could try to fight the monster head-on once.
"A sneak attack won't solve the problem. I'll have to face this predicament sooner or later. "Lin Sheng took a deep breath. He held his sword with both hands and slowly raised it to his ear.
* Hiss … *
The rotten swordsman was getting closer and closer.
Lin Sheng became more focused.
Whoosh …
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past.
In an instant, Lin Sheng swung his black sword down at the rotten swordsman's neck, creating a sharp whistling sound in the dark night.
If Lin Sheng's attack landed, it would definitely kill the rotten swordsman. Although the rotten swordsman had great strength and swordsmanship, its body was rotten and extremely fragile. Once hit, there was no way to save it.
The rotten swordsman did not sit still. It swung its black sword upward in an arc and collided with Lin Sheng's blade.
Clang!
Lin Sheng's sword was deflected to the side. Ravel's battle memories came into play.
He moved to the right to avoid the rotten swordsman's follow-up attack.
"Die."
Lin Sheng held his sword with both hands and swung it downward. He tried to cut off the rotten swordsman's wrist.
Clang!
Another muffled sound. The rotten swordsman once again blocked the blow with the black sword's guard.
Both of them stepped back.
In less than a second, Lin Sheng pounced forward again. The black sword in his hand was like a black snake, straight and sharp, stabbing toward the rotten swordsman's chest.
Clang!
Lin Sheng's move was blocked again.
Lin Sheng took two steps back again.
The two of them faced each other.
This was the ancient swordsmanship of Naxi swordsmanship. Timing, angle, speed, distance, and so on were all very important. Once the two of them were equal in these aspects, the current situation would occur.
The continuous sound of fighting spread far and wide. In the distance, there was a faint hissing sound.
Lin Sheng fought with the rotten swordsman for a while longer. The rotten swordsman was completely different from Ravel.
The rotten swordsman was not very aggressive, but he was very good at defense. Lin Sheng's consecutive attacks were accurately blocked by the rotten swordsman.
"Huff … Huff … Huff …"
Lin Sheng was gasping for breath. His physical strength was almost at its limit.
Although he had been training for several weeks, he was still a high school student who rarely exercised.
It was already an anomaly that he could fight with the rotten swordsman for so long.
Every time the black sword collided with the rotten swordsman, he felt his arms go numb. He had to exert all his strength to keep the black sword in his hand.
The rotten swordsman, on the other hand, only attacked with one hand.
This meant that there was a huge gap in strength between him and the rotten swordsman.
"That's strong!" Lin Sheng felt sweat running down his forehead and temples. His body was like a ventilator that was about to die, desperately trying to breathe in fresh air.
By now, this dream was no different from reality in terms of perception.
He could even feel the cold wind blowing on his skin, giving rise to goosebumps.
"I have to finish this as soon as possible! Otherwise, I'll retreat! " Having made up his mind, Lin Sheng carefully stared at the rotten swordsman and then glanced at the surrounding ground from the corner of his eyes.
Soon, a simple plan emerged in his mind.
He pounced on the rotten swordsman again and stabbed the rotten swordsman's chest with his black sword.
The rotten swordsman quickly blocked and counterattacked. The two of them moved back and forth, slowly shifting their positions. Soon, they arrived at an area where the light was dimmer.
Puff!
Suddenly, Lin Sheng took a step back, turned around, and ran.
The rotten swordsman was stunned, but he immediately reacted and chased after Lin Sheng. However, he did not see a stone protruding from the ground under his feet.
The rotten swordsman tripped and lost his balance. Just as he was about to correct himself, he saw a black sword coming at his head.
At some point, Lin Sheng turned around, clenched the black sword with both hands, and slashed downward.
Puff!
In the darkness, the rotten swordsman's head was stabbed by the black sword like a watermelon. It only stopped after cutting a third of the head in.
Lin Sheng pressed down with all his might, but he still failed to cut the rotten swordsman in half.
"It's all a lie!" He panted, sweating profusely.
"The human skull looks much harder than other parts of the body. Those who can cut people in half with a single slash must be kidding me."
He had used all his strength to cut a third of the head in half, which he thought was already very impressive.
The angle, strength, and speed were impeccable. Moreover, the black sword itself was extremely sharp.
But this was the only result.
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