Phew.

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

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

Chen Huan clasped his hands on his chest on the side, frowning and observing carefully.

"He's progressing so fast!" she whispered.

Xu Yi on the side held the thermos cup and took a sip of hot water.

"It's only been three weeks, tsk, it's like a genius born to learn swords. Looks like we've found a treasure. ”

Chen Huan shook his head and said: "There's no way to pick up the treasure, we are not a formal institution, and there is no way to really report it to him for athletes to compete."

Even the coaches themselves are affiliated with other places to apply for the exam. If he wants to get the certificate, he can only pay for it himself. ”

"It's just a beginner, it's still early for exams and so on. Xu Yi smiled, "But you can cultivate it well, in case you can get a prize back, won't it be able to liven up the club at once?"

"Hopefully...."Chen Huan was also a little moved.

To put it bluntly, the athlete's profession depends on the youth, the sensitivity of the response, and the meal of youth.

Naxi swordsmanship also has a competitive event in the entire Celine, as long as he can get a municipal representative, it is much better than the current half-dead.

Now the entire swordsmanship club is supported by a few rich second-generation investments, and the daily expenses are simply beyond their means.

To tell the truth, she and Du Xinlei opened the museum to teach students, just to increase their income and reduce expenses.

"Actually, if you really count it, we people are only half-. Chen Huan said helplessly. "It's all right, and the time I have been learning Naxi swordsmanship is only two years. Du Xinlei is only three years old. ”

"It's not complicated, this is based on the overall quality, there are only a few moves, and no matter how you learn it, it's only like that. Xu Yi smiled. "And...."

She took another sip of water: "Moreover, this club was originally the product of Chen Gongzi and a few of them playing around.

It's just that you and Du Xinlei are so serious, if you are really afraid of losses, they won't get it up at all. ”

"That's what I said..."Chen Huan smiled bitterly.

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

"Okay, everyone, pay attention, now let's start sparring. Do not hit the head and lower body. If you are touched to the torso first, you lose. Chen Huan applauded and began to instruct everyone to change protective clothing and helmets.

Lin Sheng was sweating, hanging down the wooden stick, he could feel his body as if he had just woken up from the water, a strange sense of familiarity, and he was constantly correcting his practice of sword.

"It's a bit quirky.... Could it be that the changes in my dreams can still affect reality?"

He was worried.

Ever since he had killed the rotten swordsman in his dream a while ago, he hadn't taken it seriously since he woke up.

As a result, it wasn't until this trip that he started practicing his sword again that he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

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

It's as if he's practiced many times, some of his movements are extremely proficient, and some of them are still in the rusty stage of only knowing the posture.

He stood in place with his stick in his hand, a little stunned.

He had just tested a few moves and had already found the problem.

"I'm much more proficient in my basic moves than before.....

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

"In the dream, after I killed the rotten swordsman, I obtained the memory fragments and muscle memory of the other party. Now even reality ....."

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

This supernatural phenomenon made him both frightened and looked forward to it.

"If the Ravel I killed really exists, then what about the Black Feather City? Could it be that there really existed a place called Black Feather City?

Lin Sheng's heart became more and more frightened.

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

The fact that such a mutation can be obtained in a dream does not 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's hand holding the wooden stick tightened slightly.

"Lin Sheng, Feng Xia, you guys practice once. ”

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

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

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

Lin Sheng reacted, this is to start sparring. He hurriedly put on the bamboo helmet, put on the helmet, and pulled the mask down, only to see the opposite side through the steel wire.

At this time, the other students around also caught the right ones and prepared to start training.

The club was full of novices, and 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 enthusiasm had passed, they stopped coming.

Think about it, these days, who is willing to endure hardships every day to hone kendo, no matter how good the practice is, one bullet can solve it.

And here, even the saber has to be licensed on the street.

"Each prepares, three, two, one, and begins. Chen Huan had already divided into groups, raised his right arm, and waved down.

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

Although Feng Xia is a girl, her weight is as high as one hundred and eighty-three, and her height is the same as Lin Sheng's, more than one meter and seventy.

Seeing Lin Sheng holding the wooden stick high, she also hurriedly put on a posture and slashed forward.

Phew!

In an instant, Lin Sheng's wooden stick turned, and it was actually a feint, and it instantly changed from a downward split to a straight stab.

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

Yes.

Feng Xia squatted down holding her stomach. The stick in his hand also fell. A strong ouch ouch screams pain.

Lin Sheng stood in place, still maintaining a straight stabbing posture, a little sluggish.

In an instant, almost instinctively, he used Ravel's straight stab.

And as a result....

"It really works...."His face remained unchanged, but his heart trembled.

This straight stab, in actual combat, is indeed much more fierce than the other movements he has learned.

Feng Xia made a move before him, but the distance that her sword had to cross was much longer than the distance that his sword had to cross.

In the case of not much difference in speed, the distance between the blade and the opponent is the real decisive factor.

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

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

So soon, Feng Xia was stabbed continuously, and she continued to squat down and cry out in pain.

The abnormality quickly attracted the attention of the other students.

Boom.

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

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

"Forget it, you're too far apart. I got it. Chen Huan walked over and held down Feng Xia. "Lin Sheng's progress is too fast, he can only use one direct stab now, but this one move he uses better than everyone else. ”

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

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

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

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

"Your fighting style reminds me of the battlefield swordsmanship materials I have read before, the Naxi swordsmanship in ancient times, the use of stabbing in the military formation is also based on stabs. ”

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

"Let's go heads-up. Chen Huan's eyes were lowered, his body was slightly arched, and his whole person revealed a trace of awe.

Lin Sheng opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but seeing that Chen Huan was no longer silent, he calmed down.

He also wanted to see how good he was after gaining Ravel's muscle memory.

The two faced each other, and the sticks stood up like real swords, facing each other.