"Yes, that's the one. You didn't know that all the police in the city had been sent out, and there were also cars from the garrison. "Russell became excited at the mention of this.
"Didn't they say it was a robbery and murder?" Lin Sheng asked casually.
"Who knows? That's for fools!" Russell sneered. "How could a robber and murderer mobilize so many people for such a long time?"
"That's true." Lin Sheng nodded.
"Forget it. Focus on your swordsmanship. This has nothing to do with us. Come on, it's my turn. "Russell shouted.
Lin Sheng also nodded and began to deal with Russell's attack.
This guy was purely for show. He started with all kinds of fancy moves, looking good and handsome.
He corrected the basic moves five or six times in the beginning. While correcting Russell's moves, Lin Sheng kept thinking about the water cart girl's words.
"… I passed by once with my cart, and the ground was full of blood! It felt like torture! "
And what Russell said just now.
"My dad told me not to go out for a while, and not to go to the wild."
He was not the only one. Xia Yin's family said the same thing. Obviously, they were all worried that this so-called robbery and murder case might affect the personal safety of Russell, Xia Yin, and the others.
"Oh, right." After a while, Russell suddenly said, "Master Lin, you're a practical fighter, right?"
"Practical fighter? I don't understand. "Lin Sheng looked puzzled.
"Those of us who practice Naxi swordsmanship are usually divided into two groups. One is for show, and the other is for actual combat. Chen Huan is the practical fighter, "Russell explained.
"Master Lin, why don't you teach me some cool and practical moves?" He smiled cheekily.
"No." Lin Sheng shook his head.
He had inherited some of Ravel's and that mercenary's swordsmanship.
One of them was a veteran, and the other was a freelance mercenary. Their swordsmanship was naturally practical.
"That's boring." Russell swung his sword and complained.
"Really? Teacher Lin? "Xia Yin also spoke up, a little disgruntled.
Lin Sheng thought about it.
"There may be such a sword technique, but I don't know it."
"What are you guys thinking? You should be content to have an expert to teach you. Why are you complaining about this and that?" Madillan was baffled.
"What's the point of learning swordsmanship if you can't use it to look cool!?" Russell spread his hands with a pained expression.
"I'm also learning to look good. It would be boring if it wasn't." Xia Yin nodded in agreement.
Lin Sheng was a little speechless as he looked at the two men, and then at Madillan, who was a little shaken. Instantly, he felt exhausted.
Sure enough, they were all second generations of rich families. They would do whatever they wanted. Not long after they started, they got bored again.
He finally understood why there were no coaches here. The fundamental reason was probably that the coaches could not teach these three.
However, he didn't want to lose the high-paying job that he had just gotten.
Lin Sheng thought about it and said hesitantly, "If I learn it, I might be able to defend myself?"
"Defend yourself?"
The three men's eyes fell on him, and they were all attracted by his words.
"It's troublesome enough to carry such a big sword. When you're in trouble, they'll shoot at you. Do they really wait for you to draw your sword and get close to them?" Xia Yin shook her head.
Her family was in the arms business, so she was very familiar with this aspect.
"It's not like everyone has a gun, right? There will always be a time when we don't have a gun, "Lin Sheng said.
"As for drawing your sword slowly, why don't you try it?" he said calmly.
"Really?" Russell was excited. "I've learned professional dagger defense before. Within two meters, that's a special level! Why don't we spar? "
Lin Sheng knew that if he didn't show his value this time, these rich kids would probably find an excuse to fire him in a few days. He didn't want to lose this high-paying job just yet.
"Sure."
He also wanted to see what his real combat level was like. Before, he had been fighting the rotten swordsman in his dreams. Now that he was in reality, he might be able to accurately determine his level.
Xia Yin and Madillan's interest was immediately piqued by the two of them.
Lin Sheng continued to use his sword and put on a piercing suit and helmet.
Russell switched to a short dagger and continued to wear the protective training attire.
The two stood facing each other in the middle of the training room.
"Mr. Lin, let me remind you that Russell's skills are not for show. His family hired a retired officer from the special forces to train him," Xia Yin reminded him again.
"Thank you. It's okay." Lin Sheng nodded and pulled down his mask, indicating that they could start.
Russell stopped smiling, drew his dagger, and put it in his sleeve.
The two were two meters apart. At this distance, Lin Sheng didn't even have time to draw his sword. All he needed to do was lunge forward and stab Lin Sheng.
The other two in the training room couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Victory and defeat in Naxi swordsmanship are often decided in an instant. Unless their strength is extremely close, it won't take long," Xia Yin said in a low voice.
"Now let's see how Mr. Lin —"
In an instant, there was a sharp, ear-piercing sound.
In front of Lin Sheng, Russell flew out and fell to the ground. The dagger in his hand fell out of his hand.
Lin Sheng looked down at Russell, expressionless. The sword in his hand hung casually at his side.
"What … what's going on?" Madillan was dumbfounded.
"I … don't know …" Xia Yin also didn't see what had happened.
Before they could react, Russell's face turned red as he picked up the dagger and rolled to his feet. His body was agile as he stabbed at Lin Sheng's waist from the side.
Clang!
There was a flash of silver light.
Russell fell again and lay on his back on the ground.
Before the other two could say anything, he growled like a beast, got up, and rushed at Lin Sheng again.
Clang!
There was another flash of silver light.
Bang.
Without any suspense, Russell flew out again, the dagger in his hand cutting a big hole in the mat on the ground.
He struggled to get up, but after several consecutive bursts and falls, he could no longer support himself.
Lin Sheng shook his sword and walked forward with a calm look on his face.
Swish.
The tip of the sword stopped in front of Russell's throat.
The silver blade was like a mirror, reflecting Russell's stunned, puzzled, and angry face.
"Do you want to learn?"
Russell's throat bobbed up and down.
Since he opened this club, he had hired more than a dozen coaches, all of whom were masters of Naxi swordsmanship.
But none of them could give him such a real and strong sense of threat as the one in front of him did.
This feeling …
"Simply … f * cking awesome!!!" He suddenly roared, and couldn't hold back his laughter.
Madillan and Xia Yin also screamed and laughed at the same time.
Lin Sheng sheathed his sword and looked at the three excited men. He suddenly felt a little helpless.
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