He tried a few more times.
Lin Sheng quickly figured it out.
The Ashen Seal of Sanctuary did not just give him a simple skin defense, but an overall increase in strength.
His skin, muscles, and bones were all improved.
So no matter what he did, whether it was hitting a tree or stabbing himself with a knife, there would be no bone contusions.
After a while of training, it was getting late.
Lin Sheng packed his things, put on his backpack, and walked back home.
When he got home, his dad's business seemed to have improved a lot, and he was smiling a lot more.
His mother's salary had also returned to normal, and the family's income was much better than before.
Lin Sheng also felt a lot better.
And in the dream, he did not leave the Warren Sanctum for a few days, but had been meditating on the Ashen Seal.
Next, he planned to continue meditating on the Ashen Seal. According to his estimation, the defensive effect of the Ashen Seal must have a limit.
Otherwise, the Warren Sanctum would have been invincible. There was no need to recruit ordinary Holy Knights, they could just get a few more Holy Knights who could understand the Ashen Seal to dominate Blackfeather City.
Time went by.
Finally, the official swordsmanship competition began.
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…
April 13th.
Huaisha Stadium, No.3 Indoor Stadium.
In the bustling stadium, more than half of the field was empty. Only in the right corner, there were a lot of long gray mats.
The mats formed a ring.
In the center of the ring was a square platform. The platform was surrounded by barbed wire, and the floor was covered with dark red wooden boards. Several staff, in yellow uniforms, were going up and down to check the situation.
Lin Sheng and Russell walked in front, followed by Xia Yin and Madillan.
The group was led by the person in front, walking along the side of the stadium.
The one leading the way was a staff member of the screening competition, a middle-aged bald man in a gray suit named Li Heng.
"The venue is a rented part of the stadium. Because there are not many participants in Huaisha City, please forgive me. If all goes well, the screening competition will be completed this morning. "
He spoke with a smile, and looked like the kind of peacemaker who would not offend anyone.
Then he began to explain the precautions for the competition.
Russell walked beside Lin Sheng and looked left and right. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. He pointed in the distance.
"Look over there! It's the other contestants! "
Lin Sheng raised his eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing.
On the opposite side of the stadium, there was also a group of people who were slowly being led into the stadium by the staff.
Chen Huan was among them. Beside her was Xu Yi, the older sister who had signed up for Lin Sheng. Behind her were a few young people who seemed to be ordinary students.
Chen Huan was dressed in a tight white protective suit. Her long hair was in a ponytail, and her face was cold.
Lin Sheng's gaze swept past her, and then he quickly looked at the other team at the back.
Behind Chen Huan was another team led by a staff member.
There were only two people in the team, and they seemed to be brother and sister. Both of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and their bodies were slender and powerful.
The man was tall and straight. He was wearing a protective suit and held a straight sword without a guard in his hand.
Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed. He felt that the man was not weak.
He had absorbed part of the rotten swordsman's memory, and there was a way to estimate the opponent's strength.
From the pace, behavior, alertness, and so on, he could roughly tell the opponent's fighting level.
"It seems that there are some masters in the real world." Lin Sheng was a little more vigilant.
Soon, the staff brought the teams to the perimeter of the venue, and they sat on the long mats on the ground.
A banner was unfolded on the railing on the second floor not far away. It read: A warm celebration for the official holding of the Seventh National Amateur Swordsmanship Competition in Huaisha.
After Lin Sheng and the others sat down, Chen Huan and the others soon sat down on the mats not far away.
There were a total of ten teams, and they all sat around the competition ring. It was easy to see the opponents.
Chen Huan stared at Lin Sheng for a while, her eyes almost popping out.
But after a while, she looked away and stared at the other blond man, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged and placed his long sword vertically beside his legs.
"What's that guy's name?" He pointed to the blond man with a calm face.
Russell twisted his body at the side and said softly.
"Sears Cami. He's a local tycoon who likes to play this game. When you're not here, Master Lin, he and Chen Huan compete. "
Lin Sheng nodded to show that he understood.
The blond Sears seemed to have noticed Lin Sheng's gaze. He turned his head and gave him a friendly smile.
Lin Sheng nodded slightly, expressionless. It was a polite response.
Soon, the host went on stage and began to adjust the sound system. Deafening music began to play.
"I'm very happy to hold the Seventh National Amateur Swordsmanship Competition here, in the largest stadium in Huaisha, on this sunny day …"
It was followed by a lot of nonsense to thank the sponsors.
"There are only a few dozen people in the audience. What's the use of this competition?" Russell muttered.
"It's not a bad idea to get a medal to scare people." Lin Sheng smiled.
After a lot of nonsense, the so-called swordsmanship competition began.
There were a total of ten teams. They would first draw lots and randomly select their opponents for the one-on-one competition. The winner would advance and the loser would be eliminated.
There were not many tricks in the competition. A loss was a loss. There was no second chance.
On Lin Sheng's side, Xia Yin went up to draw lots with the other teams.
He took down the number and saw that it was number five.
"The fifth round is neither good nor bad. Let's see who's the opponent, "Xia Yin whispered.
Their opponent was the team that also drew number five.
"Next, let's welcome number one onto the stage. The first to be hit three times will be the loser. The powerless will be the loser, "the host said loudly with the microphone.
Lin Sheng sat below and watched as the two men walked up the wooden stage from both sides and stood facing each other.
The referee went up and stood between the two men.
* Dong. *
A gong sounded.
The referee raised his hand between the two and signaled the start of the competition.
The two men immediately got into a roofline stance.
But the difference was that one had a long sword by his ear, while the other had his sword raised high above his head.
The roofline stance was the most common and popular stance because it was very convenient to slash from above.
But Lin Sheng glanced at the two men's footsteps and shook his head slightly.
Of the two men, one's footsteps were light and weak, while the other was standing in an ordinary manner. Both of them were walking parallel to each other, which meant that their feet were in a horizontal line.
Such a stance, coupled with the fact that they were light and weak, made them almost defenseless.
"Teacher, what do you think of these two?" Madillan asked in a low voice from behind.
Lin Sheng did not make a sound, but just shook his head.
Sure enough.
The two men shouted wildly, raised their swords, and slashed fiercely at each other.
Poof.
The taller one, because of his longer hands, was the first to hit. His opponent fell to the ground, wounded.
The winner was decided.
They were practically wild boars!
There was a small burst of applause from the crowd.
Soon, the winner came down and the second round began.
Again, the elder with longer hands won.
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