In the third round, Chen Huan took the stage. With a swift thrust, she easily defeated her opponent before he could raise his sword.
In the fourth round, Caesar, the blonde young man, took the stage. He dodged and hit his opponent's hand with the hilt of his sword, successfully disarming him.
In the fifth round.
Lin Sheng got up, put on his helmet, and stood on the right side of the stage.
His opponent was a tall and strong man who was half a head taller than him when he stood in front of him. The man was at least twice as big as him.
"Kid, you're so skinny. It's a waste of time to go on stage. Go down. I don't want to hurt you, "the man shouted at Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng didn't want to waste time.
Clang! The gong sounded.
The referee waved his hands to signal the start of the match, and then quickly stepped back.
Lin Sheng took a step forward and tilted his sword.
The man roared and swung his sword at the edge of Lin Sheng's blade.
Clang!
Lin Sheng's sword collided with the man's blade, and the huge impact forced it to move like a lever.
The man's great strength caused Lin Sheng's sword to bounce back and hit his mask with a bang.
"F * ck me …" The burly man suffered a heavy blow from his own strength and suddenly felt dizzy. He swayed and spun half a round on the stage before he fell to his knees.
Lin Sheng drew his sword and swung it down.
The blade easily cut the man's neck. He was knocked to the ground.
This was the sword technique he had learned from the rotten swordsman, Afterlight Slash.
In fact, this was not a secret technique. It was just a common sword technique used to deal with large opponents who only knew how to use brute force.
Using a special technique, one could borrow their strength to attack themselves. This kind of swordsmanship was also in Naxi swordsmanship.
However, Lin Sheng had obtained the rotten swordsman's memory, which was equivalent to practicing hard for more than a decade. He easily passed the novice stage and could use it freely.
"Lin Sheng of the Steelscale Club wins!" The referee stepped forward to make sure that the man had no intention of getting up and raised his hand to signal the winner.
Bored, Lin Sheng walked off the stage and saw Chen Huan staring at him, gritting her teeth.
Next, it was time for the winners to draw lots.
Xia Yin went up and drew again. Her opponent was the golden-haired youth, Caesar.
This piqued Lin Sheng's interest.
His match was the second. The first match was between Chen Huan and a tall, long-armed swordsman.
The long-armed swordsman had only managed to win by relying on the length of his arms. Now that he had encountered Chen Huan, his sword was knocked out of his hand.
Amidst the announcement of his victory, he walked off the stage dejectedly. There was nothing to look at.
Lin Sheng guessed that the outcome had been decided too quickly, and the audience had no interest in watching. This was probably the reason why the swordsmanship competition was not popular.
Unfortunately, this couldn't be changed.
"Second match, Steelscale Club's Lin Sheng versus Sears."
Lin Sheng picked up his sword and stood up. Russell cheered him on loudly from behind. Madillan and Shayin also applauded vigorously.
He nodded slightly and stepped into the arena, looking at the golden-haired youth opposite him.
"This guy … is an actual swordsman!" Lin Sheng glanced at his opponent and narrowed his eyes.
Sears also stared at Lin Sheng.
"What a powerful aura …!" His expression didn't change, but his heart trembled.
The person in front of him just stood there without drawing his sword. His face was indifferent. He vaguely emitted a sharp and dangerous aura.
He had only seen such an aura from his former bodyguard.
That … that was the aura of someone who had experienced slaughter …!
"Hiss …"
Sears slowly drew his sword and held it in front of him with the tip pointing upward. This was the standard sword technique that he would only use when facing a strong opponent — Crown Stance.
His sword blocked in front of him, but Sears' eyes were still fixed on his opponent. He was constantly paying attention to his opponent's point of attack.
"Begin!"
The referee's voice suddenly sounded.
Sears tensed up his muscles, and he was about to swing his sword. Suddenly, his vision blurred.
"Where is he?!" He completely lost his target.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted, and he saw a figure behind him from the corner of his eye.
"Clang!"
The two swords collided, bounced back, and collided again.
Sears rolled and got up on one knee. He was about to counterattack. Suddenly, he froze.
A silver longsword reflected a faint mirror-like light and pointed straight at his forehead.
"This speed …!!" He looked up at his opponent in shock.
Even if it was his former bodyguard, he would be able to last more than ten rounds against him.
He wasn't just a show-off. In terms of actual swordsmanship, he could even defeat several people at once.
But now …
"I've opened a training class. If you're interested, you can come and exchange some pointers." Lin Sheng's expression was calm as he sheathed his sword.
"Lin Sheng of the Steelscale Club wins!" the referee announced loudly.
Lin Sheng slowly walked off the stage, his expression calm.
To him, Sears was merely a person who knew how to fight with swordsmanship. That was all.
After he got off the stage, Russell, Xia Yin, and Chen Huan all congratulated him happily.
Even Sears, the strongest among them, was easily defeated, not to mention Chen Huan, who had already lost to him. Chen Huan was definitely the champion of this competition.
In the next match, Chen Huan easily won against the fifth person who had a bye.
Then, when she was about to face Lin Sheng, she chose to forfeit.
When Lin Sheng looked at her, she gritted her teeth and lowered her head. No one could tell what her expression was.
The so-called Selection Competition came to an end in the morning.
The competition team gave Lin Sheng a provincial competition qualification certificate, which recorded his local competition ranking and other information.
As for the prize money, it would be given out after the finals.
The provincial competition would be held a week later at the provincial capital, Dean City, Grassy Stadium.
The team was led by the winner, Lin Sheng, and the winner, Chen Huan.
It was not even 11 o 'clock when the competition ended.
Just as Lin Sheng, Russell, and Xia Yin walked out of the stadium with the crowd, a few people hurriedly chased after them.
"Bro Lin Sheng!"
Sears, the golden-haired young man, ran out with a smile and called out to them.
Lin Sheng turned around and looked at him, puzzled. He didn't know what this person was doing.
Sears had a charming smile on his face.
"It's rare to meet an expert swordsman in Huaisha. Let's have a cup of coffee? It's my treat. "
Lin Sheng thought for a moment and nodded. He was curious about Sears as well.
"You guys go back first. I'll talk to Mr. Sears," he whispered.
"Master Lin, be careful. Sears' background isn't that clean," Xia Yin whispered.
Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat and he nodded.
"Then we'll wait for you at the club. Master Lin, you should buy a phone. It's too inconvenient," Russell complained loudly.
The three of them got into the family car that was waiting outside and quickly left.
Lin Sheng and Sears sat down at a sausage café next to the stadium.
His sister was not with him. After sitting down, he asked his bodyguard to wait at the door.
There were not many people in the café, so the two sat in the innermost corner.
"What would you like?" Sears changed into a shirt and trousers, a charming smile on his handsome face. His short blond hair shimmered in the bright light.
In comparison, Lin Sheng was very ordinary. He looked like an ordinary high school student. Other than his sharp eyes, there was nothing special about him.
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