MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 43 Host 1

Tried a few more times.

Lin Sheng quickly figured out the mystery.

The gray seal of the shelter gave him not only pure skin defense, but an overall increase in strength.

Skin, muscles, bones, all have been comprehensively improved.

Therefore, no matter what action he takes, whether hitting a tree or stabbing himself with a knife, there will be no bone contusion.

After a little exercise, it's getting late.

Lin Sheng packed his things and carried his schoolbag back.

Back at home, my father seems to have improved a lot recently, and his face has a lot of smiles.

Mother's side has also returned to normal wages, and her family income is much better than before.

Lin Sheng even took a lot of comfort.

In the dream, for several days in a row, he did not leave the Temple of Wallen, but kept meditating on the gray seal.

Next, he intends to continue to meditate on the gray print. According to his estimation, the improvement of the gray seal's defense effect is bound to have limits.

Otherwise, the Temple of Warren is already invincible, there is no need to recruit ordinary Templar knights, and a few knights who can comprehend the gray seal can cross the black feather city.

Time passes day by day.

Finally, the official swordplay competition began.

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April thirteen.

Huaisha Gymnasium, the third indoor stadium.

In the bustling stadium, most of the space is empty. Only the right corner, there are many long gray mats.

Sheets of cushions form a ring.

At the center of the ring is a square platform. Barbed wire was pulled around the platform, and dark red boards were laid on the ground. Several staff members, wearing yellow uniforms, were checking the situation up and down.

Lin Sheng and Russell walked ahead, followed by Xia Yin and Madilan.

The pedestrian was led by the front person and was walking along the edge of the stadium.

Leading the way is the staff who organized the screening competition, a middle-aged bald man in a gray suit named Li Heng.

"The venue is part of the gym that is rented here. Because there are not many participants in Huaisha, please forgive me.

If everything goes well, you can finish the screening this morning. "

When he spoke, he smiled and was kind, and at first glance, he was the kind of peacemaker who was innocent.

Then he started to explain the precautions for this game.

Russell walked beside Lin Sheng and looked left and right, suddenly his eyes brightened. Pointing to the distance.

"Look over there! It's someone else!"

Lin Sheng raised his eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Opposite the stadium ground, there is also a group of people who are slowly brought into the field by the staff.

Among them Chen Huan is also inside. Beside her was the old sister Xu Yi who had previously registered with Lin Sheng. Behind her were a few young people who seemed to be ordinary students.

Chen Huan was in a **** protective suit, with long hair and a pony tail, a beautiful figure, a helmet in his hand, and a cold face.

Lin Sheng glanced over her, then quickly looked at the other team behind.

Following Chen Huan is another team led by the staff.

The team consisted of only two people, seemingly two siblings, both of whom were blonde and slender and strong.

The man was tall and straight, wearing protective clothing and holding a straight sword without guards.

Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed and he felt that the man was not weak.

Part of the memory of the elite rotting swordsman he absorbed, there is a certain method in the memory of the opponent's estimation.

From the pace, behavior, alertness, etc., you can roughly see what kind of fighting level an opponent is in.

"It seems that there is no master in reality." Lin Sheng was a little alert.

Soon, the staff took the teams around the field and sat on the long mats.

A banner was opened on the second-floor railing not far away, which read: Warmly celebrate the official holding of the seventh national amateur swordsmanship contest in Huaisha.

After Lin Sheng and others sat down, Chen Huan and others also sat down on the mat not far away.

In total, there are ten teams, all sitting down around the table. It's easy to see each other.

Chen Huan stared at Lin Sheng fiercely, and his eyes were about to stare out.

But after a while, she turned her gaze away, staring at the other blond man, in the same manner as the enemy.

Lin Sheng sat down with his knees crossed, and his sword stood on his leg.

"What's that man's name?" He pointed to the bland blond man.

Russell twisted around, whispering.

"Seals Cammy. A local wealthy businessman likes to play this. When you are away, Master Lin and Chen Huan are fighting against each other."

Lin Sheng nodded, expressing understanding.

The young blonde Sears seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head, and smiled at him kindly.

Lin Sheng nodded expressionlessly, a polite response.

Soon, the host took the stage and started debugging the sound. A deafening music began.

"It's nice to be here, on this sunny day, to host our seventh national amateur swordsmanship contest in the third largest gym in Huaisha ..."

Followed by a large paragraph of nonsense thanking the sponsor.

"There aren't dozens of spectators around, this screening match has a fart." Russell muttered aside.

"It's also good to hold a medal and bluff." Lin Sheng smiled.

After a bunch of nonsense, the so-called swordsman screening soon began.

A total of ten teams, first draw, randomized one-on-one opponent selection. The winner advances and the loser loses.

There are not so many tricks in the screening match. If you lose, you lose. There is no second chance.

On the side of Lin Sheng, Xia Yin went up to draw with the other teams.

Take the number down and look at the number five.

"Fifth game, good or not. It depends on who the opponent is." Xia Yin whispered.

The opponent is the team that also draws the fifth.

"Below, there is No. 1 player on the stage. Those who are hit three times first are negative. Those who are unable to resist are negative." The host held the microphone loudly.

Lin Sheng sat down and watched as the two men stepped onto the wooden platform from the steps on each side and stood facing each other.

The referee took the stage and stood between the two.

clang.

A gong rang.

The referee reached for a cut between the two and signaled the start.

Suddenly, the two men put on a rooftop posture.

But the difference is that one is a long sword standing in the ear and a long sword is raised above his head.

Roof type is the most common and most popular posture, because it is very easy to chop from top to bottom.

Only Lin Sheng glanced at the steps of the two, and then suddenly shook his head slightly.

The two men's footsteps were weak and weak, and an ordinary eight-character step was actually standing. Both are parallel steps ... that is, their feet are on a horizontal line.

Such a standing position, coupled with the weakness and weakness, almost collapsed as soon as it was pushed.

"Teacher, how about these two?" Madylan whispered closer behind.

Lin Sheng didn't say anything, just shook his head.

really.

The two men yelled, holding their swords and facing each other fiercely was chopping.

puff.

The taller was the first to win because of his long hands. The opponent was injured and fell to the ground.

The winner has been divided.

It's just a boar!

There was little applause from everyone around.

The winner soon came down and the second game began.

The elders still win.