Nightmare’s Call

Chi.

Lin Sheng held a wooden stick and stabbed forward again and again.

He is inconspicuous among a group of students, but if you observe carefully, you can find that his movements are the most standard among them.

Chen Huan folded his hands on his chest, frowning and observing carefully.

"His progress is so fast!" she whispered.

Xu Yi at the side took a sip of hot water from a thermos cup.

"It's only been three weeks, tsk tsk, it's almost like a genius who was born to learn swords. It seems that we have found a treasure."

Chen Huan shook his head and said: "There is no way to pick up the treasure, we are not a formal organization, and there is no way to really submit athletes to him for competition.

Even our coaches themselves applied for the exam through affiliation in other places. If he wants to verify, he can only pay for it himself. "

"I'm just a beginner, and it's still early for grade examinations." Xu Yi smiled, "But you can train it well. If you can get a prize and come back, wouldn't you be able to revitalize the club in one go?"

"I hope." Chen Huan was also a little moved.

To put it bluntly, the profession of athletes depends on being young, sharp, and eating youth.

Naxi swordsmanship also has competitive events in the entire Celine. As long as they can get a city-level representative, it will be much better than the current half-dead state.

Now the entire fencing club is supported by the money invested by a few rich second generations, and the daily expenses are beyond their means.

To be honest, she and Du Xinlei opened the school to teach students only to increase income and reduce expenses.

"Actually, if we really count, we people are only half-baked." Chen Huan said helplessly. "It's full of calculations. I have only learned Naxi swordsmanship for two years. Du Xinlei has only been three years."

"It's not complicated in the first place. It depends on the overall quality. There are only a few moves. No matter how you learn it, there is only one." Xu Yi smiled. "and"

She took another sip of water: "Besides, this club was originally a product of Mr. Chen and the others playing around.

Only you and Du Xinlei are so serious, if they are really afraid of losing money, they won't make it at all. "

"That's what you said." Chen Huan smiled wryly.

She still wanted to say something, but it happened that it was time for the students to practice their swords.

"Okay, everyone pay attention, now start sparring. No hitting on the head or lower body is allowed. If the torso is touched first, it is the loser." Chen Huan applauded and began to direct everyone to change protective clothing and helmets.

Lin Sheng was sweating, and hung down the wooden stick. He could feel his body just waking up from the water. A strange sense of familiarity was constantly correcting his sword practice.

"It's a bit weird. Is it possible that the changes in my dreams can also affect reality?"

He felt anxious.

Ever since he killed that rotten swordsman in his dream a while ago, after he woke up, he didn't take it seriously.

As a result, he didn't feel something was wrong until he started practicing sword again this trip.

The feel and coordination of the sword are not at the same level as before.

He seems to have practiced many times, some movements are extremely proficient, while others are still at the unfamiliar stage where he only knows the posture.

He stood there holding the wooden stick, a little dazed.

He tested a few moves just now and found the problem.

"My basic move, straight stab, is much more proficient than before."

"Could it be...!!?" Lin Sheng shrank his pupils, and instantly thought of the changes in his previous dream.

"In the dream, after I also killed the rotten swordsman, I obtained the other's memory fragments and muscle memory. Now it's even in reality."

Lin Sheng's heart was silent for a while, and he was a little confused for a while.

This supernatural phenomenon made him fear and look forward to it.

"If the Ravel who was killed by me really exists, then what about the Black Feather City? Could it be said that there really was a place called Black Feather City?? Did it really exist??"

Lin Sheng became more and more frightened.

He realized that his dream was definitely not what he had thought before, it was just a little bit special.

Such a mutation can be obtained in the dream, does this mean that there are similar variables in other parts of the world.

"Is this world still the everyday world I thought it was?" Lin Sheng tightened his grip on the wooden stick slightly.

"Lin Sheng! Feng Xia, you two practice once."

Suddenly Chen Huan's voice woke him up from his daze.

Lin Sheng looked up and looked around. Among the students, Feng Xia, who was relatively skilled, was already standing opposite him, wearing protective clothing and a helmet, and holding a black wooden stick.

At this time, Feng Xia was pulling down the visor of the helmet, posing in a roof-like posture, and standing the wooden stick by her ear.

Lin Sheng realized that it was time to start sparring. He quickly put on the bamboo helmet, put on the helmet, and pulled down the mask, only to see the opposite side through the wire mesh.

At this time, other students around also caught up with each other and were ready to start sparring.

The club was full of novices. In just a few weeks, Lin Sheng saw two classmates changing around him.

Most of the students took a few classes, and after the enthusiasm and interest at the beginning, they stopped coming.

Think about it, too, these days, who is willing to hone their swordsmanship hard every day, no matter how good they are, one bullet can solve it.

And here, you have to apply for a certificate to go to the street even for a sword.

"Prepare each, three, two, one, let's start." Chen Huan had already divided into groups, raised his right arm, and swung down.

Lin Sheng quickly raised the wooden stick and faced Feng Xia.

Although Feng Xia was a girl, she weighed one hundred and eighty-three, and was the same height as Lin Sheng, around 1.7 meters. Standing across from her, she was greeted with a mighty aura.

Seeing Lin Sheng holding up the wooden stick, she quickly put on a posture and swung it forward.

Chi!

In an instant, Lin Sheng's wooden stick turned, and it turned out to be a feint, changing from a downward chop to a straight thrust in an instant.

The black wooden stick thrust forward for a certain distance, hitting the target one step ahead of Feng Xia's downward chop.

ah.

Feng Xia squatted down clutching her stomach. The wooden stick in his hand also fell. I keep screaming "ouch, ouch, pain".

Lin Sheng stood on the spot, still maintaining a stabbing posture, a little sluggish.

In just a moment, he used Ravel's straight thrust almost instinctively.

And the result.

"It really works." His expression didn't change, but his heart was shaken.

This straight thrust, in actual combat, was indeed much more ferocious than the other moves he had learned.

Feng Xia struck first before him, but the distance her sword had to swipe was much longer than the distance his sword had to swipe.

In the case of little difference in speed, the distance between the blade and the opponent is the real decisive factor.

"Come again!" Feng Xia took a break, then stood up again, holding the wooden stick and posing.

Lin Sheng was silent for a while, he also wanted to try to see if he had really changed.

Soon, Feng Xia was stabbed one after another, squatting down and screaming in pain.

The abnormality here quickly attracted the attention of other students.

Boom.

The wooden stick in Feng Xia's hand was blown away.

She stubbornly covered her hands, wanting to pick it up again and continue.

"Forget it, the gap between you is too big. I'll do it." Chen Huan walked over and held Feng Xia down. "Lin Sheng's progress is too fast, he can only use one move to stab, but he uses this move better than everyone else."

"I'm not in good shape today, and I didn't rest well yesterday, or else" Feng Xia was unwilling.

"It's not your problem." Chen Huan shook his head and stopped her from speaking.

Holding the stick, Chen Huan stood opposite Lin Sheng.

She held the stick in both hands and held it to her ear.

"Your style of play reminds me of the battlefield swordsmanship materials I have read before. The Naxi swordsmanship in ancient times was mainly used in the army formation."

"Coach, what are you...?" Lin Sheng hesitated.

"Let's fight one-on-one." Chen Huan lowered his eyes, bowed his body slightly, and showed a trace of awe in his whole body.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but seeing that Chen Huan didn't speak anymore, he sank down.

He also wants to see how powerful he is after acquiring Ravel's muscle memory.

The two faced each other, and the wooden sticks stood upright like real long swords, facing each other.