With awe in his heart, Lin Sheng sorted out his memories, put away his pen, quickly washed up, and went to bed.
"This time, I'll practice outside again. There's a Level-12 existence in Blackfeather City. If this Level-12 city guard commander also turns into a monster, then … "
Anyway, this time, Lin Sheng had made up his mind not to enter the city.
But he had just obtained the map of Blackfeather City, and he was eager to go in and see if he could find the shadow of supernatural power.
Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness slowly blurred. Then, he kept sinking, sinking, and sinking …
"Ugh …"
A gust of cold wind blew, causing him to shiver and suddenly wake up.
When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by messy grass. The corpse of a rotten swordsman was lying not far in front of him.
Lin Sheng stood up with his sword and looked around. He was still in the corner of the city wall where he had been hiding when he was injured.
On both sides of the city wall were gray and full of holes, stretching all the way into the fog in the distance, with no end in sight.
He first quickly checked the injured area.
"The wound is healed?"
The injured area had completely recovered, and even the torn clothes were repaired.
Lin Sheng patted the wound hard, but it did not hurt at all.
"I can use this to recover in the future."
Making a mental note of this, he raised his head and scanned his surroundings.
On the left was the area he had swept before, and that was where he found the rotten swordsman on the ground.
On the right was the way back to the city gate.
After a pause, he decided to go back to the right.
"I'm not going in. I'll just walk around outside and look around, okay? Maybe there will be different changes in Blackfeather City at different times. "
With the memories of the guards in his mind, Lin Sheng had an idea. He had an accurate judgment of the whole of Blackfeather City and his location.
He was no longer running around like before.
He moved his hands and checked his body.
He was still wearing the white underwear he had worn when he came in. They were all long shirts and pants. No wonder it was cold.
"I have to find a set of clothes to wear. This dream is getting more and more real. I'd better not freeze to death later. That would be funny."
Deciding to pay more attention to the clothes, Lin Sheng's gaze unconsciously swept over the corpse not far away.
The rotten swordsman was wearing tattered black clothes, which were originally light grey.
Through the gaps in his clothes, he could see a lot of dried black blood and broken pustules …
"Forget it …"
Lin Sheng decisively gave up on the idea of stealing the rotten swordsman's clothes.
Holding his sword, he walked toward the city gate at a steady pace.
After walking for a while, the sound of faint footsteps suddenly came from the city wall in front of them.
Tap, tap, tap.
His footsteps sounded like metal boots stepping on rocks in the mud, and the dull sound of cracking could be heard.
Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
What he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have noticed him and immediately stopped moving.
Both sides stopped at the same time.
The wind blew past his feet, rustling the weeds not far away.
Lin Sheng felt his body getting colder and colder, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword tighter and tighter.
He pursed his lips and licked his chapped lower lip with his tongue.
Patter.
Suddenly, a small pebble fell from the city wall above his head.
Whoosh.
A faint sound quickly approached.
Lin Sheng's attention was distracted by the pebble, and his reaction was a beat slower. He quickly raised his sword.
Clang.
The two swords collided fiercely.
In the black fog, a black sword flew down from above and hit the center of Lin Sheng's sword.
Only then did Lin Sheng see who his opponent was.
The other party was also dressed like a rotten swordsman. His head was wrapped in white bandages, and his eyes, nostrils, and mouth were not exposed.
But he was different from the other rotten swordsmen.
There was no blood seeping out of the bandage on this guy's head, and his hands and feet were completely intact. His black clothes were not damaged in the slightest.
There were no pustules on his exposed black skin.
Apart from his old clothes, he looked like a normal person with a head injury.
Before he could observe further, Lin Sheng was pushed back by his opponent's huge force.
The two of them quickly retreated.
The rotten swordsman stopped, and only Lin Sheng continued to retreat.
Clang!
The two swords collided again.
Lin Sheng felt his hands go numb, and even his shoulders were numb from the impact.
But before he could recover, his opponent's black sword came again.
The continuous sword strikes were deafening. Lin Sheng could only block based on his mercenary's combat instincts.
Now he realized that the most useful thing in actual combat was the instinct of a wandering mercenary, which he had honed on the battlefield of life and death.
"So strong …" Lin Sheng struggled to hold on, but he was shocked.
This was the first time he had encountered such a strong rotten swordsman.
Most of the previous ones were lame, missing an arm, or physically disabled.
But this time was different.
The opponent's body was intact, and his swordsmanship was superb. He was not weaker than Lin Sheng, who had absorbed so many soldiers' memories.
"No … not weaker than me! If it weren't for the mercenary's instinctive reaction to danger, I would have been killed … "Lin Sheng suddenly realized.
He did not remember to use any swordsmanship at all. Sharp sounds of collision rang out again and again in front of him. He could only keep retreating.
He could not do anything else.
He instinctively blocked the cold with the black sword in his hand.
It was only at this moment that he realized how powerful that mercenary was.
If the guy had not been disabled and did not know any sword skills from the system, he would not have been able to kill him at all.
The sound of collision rang out again and again. Lin Sheng felt sore all over, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer again and again. His hands were completely numb.
But both reason and instinct told him that he had to hold on to the hilt, or he would die!
Bang.
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound. Lin Sheng took two steps back and found that there was no sound in front of him. The continuous black sword attacks were gone.
He staggered and half-knelt on the ground. His body was weak. He struggled to raise his eyes and look forward.
Under the moonlight, the rotten swordsman stood two meters away from him with a sword in one hand, no longer pursuing him.
Swoosh.
Two consecutive sword marks flashed on the ground in front of the opponent, forming a cross.
The rotten swordsman turned and slowly left, disappearing into the hazy fog.
Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up, using his sword to support himself from falling.
Large beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead. But he did not feel it at all.
"This guy … is on a completely different level from the rotten swordsman! But why did he stop chasing me?? "
Lin Sheng quickly glanced around and understood what was going on.
On the left side of the road where he was standing, there was a thick wooden pillar more than four meters high, with a tattered black triangular flag hanging on it.
In the middle of the flag, a black eagle flapping its wings could be vaguely seen.
"This is the border of Blackfeather City's jurisdiction … So far …?" Lin Sheng could not believe it.
It was at least 200 meters from the city wall to here.
He had just retreated so far under the attack of the rotten swordsman?!
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