Lin Sheng's eyes widened. Before he could react.
Before he could react, the thugs were already in front of him.
"Hah!!"
The first thug slashed at his shoulder.
Lin Sheng instinctively lashed out with a kick, and the man lost his balance and fell to the ground.
He then dodged to the left, dodging two slashes, and charged forward.
He focused all his strength on his right shoulder.
"Charge!!"
The memories of the Sacred Shield Tyrant surged into his mind.
Lin Sheng stepped forward, and with a Heavy Charge, he knocked away three more thugs.
A faint purple pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and his entire body expanded slightly.
"Reflector!"
He pulled out the short sword on his back, and blocked two slashes.
"Hah!!"
A silver light flashed, and the two thugs around him stumbled back, clutching their wrists.
Reflector was a useful defensive and counterattacking technique in Blackfeather Swordsmanship.
Especially in the case of being besieged, it was extremely convenient to use.
In comparison, Afterglow Slash was more suitable for one-on-one battles.
Lin Sheng's reflexes and reflexes were not something these thugs could compare to after experiencing the fragmented memories.
He charged into the group of thugs, and with just a few charges, he easily broke their formation.
After a few times, the short sword turned into a flash of silver light, and the thugs fell like broken bags, never to get up again.
"Bam!!"
Lin Sheng grabbed the thug's neck, lifted him up, and pressed him against the wall.
"No … No!" The thug's face was covered in blood, and his nose was clearly broken. His face quickly turned green, and it was obvious that he was suffering from lack of oxygen due to the hand on his neck.
"These are the disciples of Seahawk Roland?"
The purple mark on Lin Sheng's forehead made him look even more terrifying.
"Too weak …"
"Weak, like a bug in a garbage dump … If you're not careful, you'll be trampled to death …"
"You bastard!!" The only one still standing was the tattooed man, the one who first called for people to attack Lin Sheng, and he was infuriated by Lin Sheng's words.
He clenched his fists in a frenzy, but the sight of the thugs around him cleared his mind a little.
"Wait for my Senior Brother to come! Why don't you try saying that again!? "His voice was still stern, but his tone had clearly softened.
"Noob." Lin Sheng casually tossed the gangster in his hand aside, letting him fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
"How can they open a fitness center when they're so weak? Go back to your hometown and play in the mud! "
He grinned and shook his head.
This place disappointed him.
In his opinion, in a simple competition, one had to pay attention to the rules, but the other party couldn't even afford to lose a little.
This was an indescribable shame for any martial artist.
No one was born invincible. If one didn't even dare to lose a single match, then his level would forever be stagnant.
"Forget it, I've never been here. Don't teach fighting in this place anymore. In any case, the people you teach will be as useless as you. "
Lin Sheng was no longer in the mood to look for Roland.
It would be meaningless even if he joined the Iron Fist Society for a martial artist without a martial spirit.
He slowly raised his short sword and walked towards the tattooed man standing at the end.
"You … what are you trying to do!?" The tattooed man's voice trembled as he took a step back.
Bang!
Lin Sheng whipped out a side kick, and the heavy kick landed on the tattooed man's neck.
He couldn't resist at all, and was sent flying like a ball. He fell to the ground and fainted.
"…" Lin Sheng looked down at the tattooed man, then casually pushed the door open and walked out. For a moment, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard in the training room.
The surrounding customers didn't expect the situation to be so tragic. In just a short minute, so many gangsters with machetes were all defeated by that person.
Even the tattooed man who was leading the group couldn't resist and was knocked down in one hit.
Originally, many customers came because of the fitness center's fighting instructors. Now that they saw the situation, their faces didn't change, but they were secretly shaking their heads.
Although that person was ridiculously strong, he was still beaten to this state by so many people.
Weren't the people in this fitness center too useless? They couldn't even leave a scratch on him.
It could be predicted that after this round of customers left, the fitness center's reputation in the martial arts circle would be completely ruined.
Lin Sheng walked out of the building and looked back at the bright signboard of the Kasman Fitness Center. There was a hint of mockery on his face.
"Pure martial artists like Deathclaw are in dire straits. But guys like Seahawk Roland, who has no martial arts spirit, are doing well. Heh, what kind of world is this? "
He lowered his head and didn't look anymore.
Back at the hotel, Lin Sheng packed his things, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the long-distance bus station.
Recently, the world was getting more and more chaotic. He didn't plan to take the train anymore, so he chose to charter a taxi back to Huaisha City.
It was about a three-hour drive from Ninghai City to Huaisha City.
Lin Sheng dozed off in the car. It was almost nine o 'clock in the evening, and he arrived in the city.
In the city, he asked the driver to send him directly to Huilian District.
These two weekends, he told his family that he was going to visit a classmate's house. As for which classmate, of course, he found Sarroux to make a cameo appearance.
Sarroux's school was not Huilian Middle School, but another expensive key high school. That high school's entrance requirements were quite high.
Lin Zhounian was very happy that Lin Sheng could make friends of this level. He didn't say much. Only his mother, Gu Wanqiu, was a little worried.
Quietly returning home, Lin Sheng glanced at his parents' bedroom.
There was a faint glimmer of light through the crack of the bedroom door. They were obviously still awake.
Lin Sheng lightened his footsteps and used a simple stealth technique that he didn't know which ghost in his memory was good at.
He quietly went to the bathroom and quickly washed up, then returned to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and rested.
"It's almost time for the final exams. It's better to be quiet for now. I have enough money for now. I'll let Sarroux go to the bank to withdraw money, and with the revenue, it should be no problem to maintain the Iron Fist Society's operations."
Lin Sheng changed into his sleeping clothes and sports shoes, and laid on the bed to organize his thoughts.
"It's time to seriously implement the rules I set before. Only those who can truly follow the rules can join the core.
By then, from the core, I can choose those who have reached the limit to continue their studies.
Now, I just need to wait for the old man Deathclaw to arrive here, and then everything will be on track. "
He breathed lightly and slowly closed his eyes.
He had been busy with the matters of the forces for the past few days, and fortunately, he managed to rope Deathclaw in with the Ashen Seal.
As long as he drew the Ashen Seal every once in a while, and let the old man meditate and breakthrough, he could ensure that he would always contribute to the Iron Fist Society.
Something like the Ashen Seal, if one did not receive the true inheritance of the Holy Bible, would sooner or later be forgotten, and once forgotten, his strength would return to normal.
So, Lin Sheng was not worried about Deathclaw retreating.
As for the profit side of the Iron Fist Society, they were not a mafia, and did not need to collect protection fees, so they chose to be a security company.
Lin Sheng had already asked Sarroux to hire veterans, hoping to conduct military training for the core members. To improve their discipline and combat skills.
"It should take effect in a few days. But the training is too tough, and not many people can persevere? "
Lin Sheng was well aware of that. But he was doing this to screen out the potential seedlings that could stand with him.
Recently, he had taken in many children from poor families, and he could not afford to feed everyone. He needed to filter them carefully.
Besides, as long as the old man Deathclaw could successfully break through the limit and reach Level 3, then his name would definitely spread.
By then, he would definitely attract more ultimate fighters.
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