Nightmare’s Call

The other end of Huaisha City.

At night, the sparse lights in the dark and huge city are like pale yellow fireflies, some light up and some go dark.

Less than 500 meters away from the port, in a building near the road, there is a training room on the fifth floor.

Chen Huan stood in front of the window with a black wooden stick in his hand, looking at the little lights slowly turning on outside, without saying a word.

She tied a ponytail and wore a close-fitting white protective clothing underwear, outlining the tight and slender curves of her body.

"You started practicing sword again?"

The door of the training room behind him opened, and Xu Yi walked in with a cup of hot tea.

Unlike Chen Huan, she was wearing black pajamas with loose long hair, and she seemed to have just woken up.

"Well, it's time to compete for the promotion spot, so practice hard." Chen Huan turned around, "Why do you get up so early?"

"I was supposed to open the door, but when I came, I saw that the lights in the practice room were on, so I knew you must have arrived early. Then I came up to take a look."

Xu Yi paused, walked to Chen Huan, pulled a wooden chair and sat down.

"Are you still worried about that Lin Sheng?" She lowered her voice.

"I have to worry. There are only two places in Huaisha City. There are ten teams in total. I'm not in a good state right now, so I can't guarantee that I will be able to keep the second place." Chen Huan replied in a deep voice.

"So you're going crazy to practice more?" Xu Yi asked back. "Do you think it's useful to train yourself?"

"." Chen Huan didn't speak.

Xu Yi also stopped talking.

She knew why Chen Huan worked so hard.

Because the National Amateur Swordsmanship League is mainly jointly organized by some wealthy people who are interested in Naxi swordsmanship.

The rich people naturally rely on the generous bonuses to attract the major teams.

As for Huaisha City, as long as they advance to the provincial level, they can get a promotion reward of 50,000 yuan. For Chen Huan, this is an amount that cannot be missed.

Every once in a while, the National Amateur Swordsmanship League is when she gets extra income justifiably and honestly.

It's always been that good. But now Lin Sheng suddenly appeared.

Chen Huan was obviously not sure about beating that guy, so he was under too much pressure. Woke up so early to practice.

"You are like this, be careful with your body."

"It doesn't matter, my own body knows it by itself." Chen Huan shook his head slightly.

Xu Yi sighed, said no more, turned around and walked away slowly with tea.

With a click, the door closed behind him.

She paused for a while, and soon heard the sound of wooden sticks breaking through the practice room behind her.

Sighing again, Xu Yi quickened his pace and went down to the fourth floor. Go back to the building management room.

Her main job is the administrator of the gymnasium, and she usually manages the martial arts center. Responsible for coordinating and renting out practice room business.

Back in the management room, Xu Yi closed the door, quickly picked up the landline phone on the desk, and skillfully dialed a series of numbers.

'beep'

'Kah hello? ’ After the slight electric sound, a calm male voice came from the microphone.

"Me." Xu Yi responded, "Today she practiced again, for three days in a row."

'.' There was no sound from the other side.

"I'm a little worried that her injury hasn't healed last time." Xu Yi paused.

'I see. ’ The man’s answer came over the phone. 'You keep watching her for me. '

"I know." Xu Yi let out a breath, and only put down the phone when the other party hung up.

"I'm not sick! I'm not sick!! Really!! Believe me!!"

Inside the Steelscale clubhouse.

Russell was stuck around the neck by Madelan's hands.

"You are seriously ill! You need to be cured!" Ma Dilan said loudly with a flushed face. Although he was originally black, the red was not too red.

When Lin Sheng entered the door early in the morning, he saw a few waiters in the club watching the play with suppressed smiles.

Russell and Madelan were entangled together, not knowing what they were doing.

Xia Yin was holding a small mirror to touch up her makeup, and she didn't seem to be interested in it at all.

"What are you guys doing?" Lin Sheng watched speechlessly as Russell grabbed Ma Dilan's lower body and was blocked. The two fought desperately.

"He's crazy teacher!!" Madilan yelled. "He suddenly rushed over to kiss me just now, but luckily I got out of the way in time!"

"I didn't kiss you!! It was Xia Yin!!" Russell screamed. The neck was jammed tighter.

"But you kissed everything!!!" Madilan roared.

Xia Yin at the side put away the small mirror, and laughed at the two of them.

"Russell, an idiot, secretly saw me going upstairs and wanted to make a surprise attack, but was recruited by Madilan. Do you really think I don't know what he's thinking?"

She sneered, straightened the two newly tied buns on her head, and jumped off the stone table at the front desk.

Lin Sheng couldn't laugh or cry, but he also had to envy their good relationship.

He simply walked aside, and sat down to rest, waiting for the two to finish their fight.

Although Russell claimed to have received special training, his strength was still inferior to that of Madilan. In close combat, the two quickly decided the winner. The fight ended with him yelling for forgiveness.

Seeing that the trouble was over, Lin Sheng clapped his hands too.

"Okay, it's time to start, this lesson."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go, Teacher Lin."

Ma Dilan and Russell followed Lin Sheng into the practice room.

Xia Yin went alone to the women's changing room to change clothes.

Compared with the Tengchong club, the steel scale club is much more formal. The protective clothing alone has two layers, the inner and outer layers, and the rest of the elbow pads, shoulder pads, knee pads, arm pads, and all the protective equipment.

The sword used is also a real thing with a lot of weight. It's only a little lighter than the black sword used in Lin Shengmeng. Although it's not sharpened, it's quite realistic.

The three changed into protective clothing and gathered together in the middle of the practice room.

"Mr. Lin, do you want to participate in a competition?" Xia Yin was always more reliable and was the first to ask.

"What competition?" Lin Sheng asked suspiciously, "You know, I used to practice solo by myself and didn't have much contact with the outside world."

His explanation to the three was that he was a self-taught master, and the so-called swordsmanship was all achieved in actual combat.

His style is indeed the same, so the three of them don't believe it. The only doubt is that he doesn't know where his sword skills come from in actual combat.

After all, there are too few people practicing Naxi swordsmanship now.

"It's the National Amateur Swordsmanship League. It's called the professional league for short." Russell answered quickly. "According to the past practice, it is usually Chen Huan from Tengchong who is the strongest in our area."

"That was before, but it's different now." Madilan continued. "Mr. Lin, if you want to participate, we can help you register in advance, and the registration fee will be reimbursed by the club."

"What's the use of participating in this?" Lin Sheng had never been in contact with this kind of competition, and had no channels to hear about it from other places. At this moment, he looked puzzled.

"The most useful thing is to exchange swordsmanship with other opponents, then bonuses, and gain some fame." Ma Dilan explained.

"But in fact, fame is negligible." He continued. "Because the amateur competition is actually just a casual game for hobbyists. It's a competition organized by guys who like to play swords from all over the place."

"How much is the bonus?" Lin Sheng is more concerned about this. His current family conditions are not very good, and he does not hide this aspect.

Madeleine thought about it. "I forgot how much, but it seems that there is some money for each level of promotion."

He was still remembering, on the other side, Xia Yin had already handed Lin Sheng a list.

Lin Sheng took it over and saw that it was the information sheet of the National Amateur Swordsmanship League.

He glanced over other information, and his eyes quickly fell on the bonus column.

'City and county qualifying - two places, 50,000 bonus per person'

'Provincial qualifying - one place, 100,000 bonus'

'National Rankings - 500,000 for the first place, 200,000 for the second place, 150,000 for the third place'