MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 19

Alas.

Lin Sheng held the wooden stick and pierced forward again and again.

He was inconspicuous in a group of students, but if he looked closely, he could find that his movements were the most standard of them.

Chen Huan hugged his chest with his hands and frowned carefully.

"His progress, so fast!" She whispered.

On the side, Xu Yi held a thermos cup and drank hot water.

"It's only been three weeks, hey, it's almost like a genius who is born with a sword. It seems we've picked up treasure."

Chen Huan shook his head and said, "It's impossible to pick up a treasure. We are not a regular institution. We can't really report to him athletes.

Even our coaches are applying for exams elsewhere. If he wants to research, he can only pay for it. "

"I'm just a beginner, it's too early to test," Xu Yi laughed. "But you can train it well. If you can get a prize back, willn't you just make the club live?"

"Hope ..." Chen Huan was also a little excited.

To put it bluntly in the athletes' field, we must look young, reflect keenness, and eat youthful meals.

Naxi swordsmanship also has competitive events throughout Xilin. As long as it can get a city-level representative, it is much better than this half dead.

Now the entire swordsmanship club is supported by several rich second-generation investments, and the daily expenses are simply not enough.

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

"Actually, it really has to be counted. Those of us are just half-deaf." Chen Huan was helpless. "Full play and full calculation, I have only been studying Naxi swordplay for two years. Du Xinlei is only three years old."

"It wasn't complicated at first. This is based on comprehensive quality. There are only a few moves. There is only one way to learn." Xu Yi smiled. "and...."

She drank again: "Also, this club was originally the product of a few of Chen Gongzi's joke.

Just because you and Du Xinlei are so serious, you really have to be afraid of losing money, they won't get it at all. "

"I said so ..." Chen Huan smiled bitterly.

What else did she want to say, but it was time for the practitioners to practice swords.

"Okay, everyone pays attention, and now it ’s time to start practicing. Do not hit your head or lower body. If you touch the body torso first, you lose." Chen Huan applauded and began to instruct everyone to change their protective clothing and helmets.

Lin Sheng sweated and dropped his stick. He could feel that his body was just waking up from the water. Some strange familiarity was constantly correcting his practice of sword production.

"It's a little weird ... can't it be true, the changes in my dream can also affect reality?"

He was puzzled.

Since killing the rotting swordsman in a dream some time ago, he woke up and didn't take it seriously.

As a result, when he started to practice sword again, he felt vaguely wrong.

The feel and fit of the sword are not at all a level.

He seems to have practiced many times, some are extremely skilled, while others are still in the rusty stage of knowing only posture.

He stood in place with a wooden stick, a little bun.

He just tested a few moves and found the problem.

"My basic skills are straightforward, and I am more skilled than before ..."

"This ... Could it be said that ...!?" Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed and he immediately thought of the changes in his dream.

"In the dream, after I also killed the Rotten Swordsman, I acquired each other's memory fragments and muscle memory. Now even the reality is ..."

Lin Sheng's heart was silent for a moment, and he felt a little upset for a while.

This supernatural phenomenon made him both fear and expect.

"If the Ravel that I killed really exists, then, what about the Black Feather City? Does it ever really exist in a place called the Black Feather City ?? It really exists?

Lin Sheng's heart became more frightening.

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

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

"This world, is it the daily world I thought?" Lin Sheng's hand holding the stick tightened slightly.

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

Suddenly Chen Huan's voice awakened him from his drowsiness.

Lin Sheng looked up and looked around. The relatively skilled Feng Xia among the students had already stood opposite him, wearing protective clothing and a helmet, and holding a black wooden stick.

At this point Feng Xia was pulling down the helmet's mask, posing a roof-like posture, and erected the stick to the ear.

Lin Sheng reacted, this is to start the practice. He quickly put on a 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 in the surrounding area also got right, ready to start practicing.

The club is full of novices. In just a few weeks, Lin Sheng saw two classmates next to him.

Most of the students took a few lessons, and after the initial passion, they stopped coming.

If you think about it, these days, who would still be willing to hone kendo hard every day?

And here, even a sabre on the street must apply for a permit.

"Prepare each one, three, two, one, start." Chen Huan has divided the group, raised his right arm, and waved down.

Lin Sheng quickly held up the stick and greeted Feng Xia opposite.

Although Feng Xia was a girl, her weight was as high as 183. She was the same height as Lin Sheng. She was one meter and seven meters in height.

Seeing Lin Sheng holding up the wooden stick, she quickly put on a stance and slashed forward.

Huh!

Suddenly, Lin Sheng's wooden stick turned, and it was a fake action, which instantly changed from a slash to a stab.

The black wooden stick pierced a distance forward, hitting the target one step ahead of Feng Xia's split.

what.

Feng Xia squatted down, covering her stomach. The stick in his hand also dropped. Keep on yelling, yelling, it hurts.

Lin Sheng stood in place, still maintaining a straight stance, somewhat dull.

For a moment, he almost instinctively used Ravel's piercing.

And the result ...

"It really works ..." He looked the same, but his heart was shaking.

This straight piercing, in actual combat, is indeed much fiercer than other moves he has learned.

Feng Xia started before him, but the distance her sword had to traverse was much longer than the distance his sword had to traverse.

In the case of little difference in speed, the distance between the blade and the opponent is the key to the real victory.

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

Lin Sheng was silent, and he also wanted to try if he had really changed.

Soon, Feng Xia was stabbed continuously, squatting and crying.

The abnormality here quickly caught the attention of other students.

Alas.

The wooden stick in Feng Xia's hand was hit with a blow.

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

"Forget it, your gap is too big. I'll come." Chen Huan walked over and held Feng Xia. "Lin Sheng's progress is too fast. He can only use one stroke now, but this stroke is better than everyone else."

"I'm in a bad state today, I didn't take a good rest yesterday, otherwise ..." Feng Xia was unwilling.

"Not your problem." Chen Huan shook her head and stopped her talking.

Holding a wooden stick, Chen Huan stood opposite Lin Sheng.

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

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

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

"Come heads-up." Chen Huan's eyes were lowered, his body was slightly bowed, and the whole person showed a hint of sorrow.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but when Chen Huan stopped speaking, he sank.

He also wanted to see how powerful he was after getting Ravel's muscle memory.

The two face to face, and the sticks stand up like real swords, facing each other.