Tried a few more times.

Lin Sheng quickly figured out the mystery.

The Gray Seal of the Shelter brought him not only a simple skin defense, but an overall strength increase.

Skin, muscles, bones, all are comprehensively improved.

Therefore, no matter what he does, whether he hits a tree or stabs himself with a knife, he will not have bone contusions.

After a little exercise, it was not early.

Lin Sheng packed his things, put on his schoolbag and walked back.

Back at home, my dad seems to have gotten a lot better recently, and he has a lot more smiles on his face.

My mother's salary has also returned to normal, and the family's income is much better than before.

Lin Sheng was also a lot more comfortable with it.

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

Next, he planned to continue meditating on the Gray Seal, and according to his estimates, the Gray Seal's defensive effect must have a limit.

Otherwise, the Valen Sanctuary would have been invincible for a long time, and there was no need to recruit ordinary Templars at all, and a few more knights who could comprehend the Gray Seal would be able to dominate Black Feather City.

Time passed day by day.

Finally, the official sword fighting competition began.

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April 13.

Waisha City Gymnasium, Indoor Stadium No. 3.

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

Cushions form a circle.

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

Lin Sheng and Russell walked in front, followed by Xia Yin and Ma Dilan.

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

Leading the way was the staff who organized this screening competition, a middle-aged bald man in a gray suit, whose name was Li Heng.

"The venue is part of the rented gymnasium, and there are not many participants in Waisha City, so please forgive me.

If it goes well, we will be able to complete the screening round this morning. ”

When he spoke, he smiled and was kind, and at first glance he was the kind of peacemaker who could not offend anyone.

Then he began to explain the dos and don'ts of this competition.

Russell walked beside Lin Sheng, looking left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Pointing to the distant side.

"Look over there! It's the other participants!"

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

On the opposite side of the stadium, there was also a group of people who were slowly entering the stadium by the staff.

Among them, Chen Huan is also inside. Next to her was the royal sister Xu Yi who had signed up for Lin Sheng before, and behind her were several young people, who seemed to be ordinary students.

Chen Huan was dressed in a tight-fitting white protective suit, with long hair and a ponytail, with a heroic and beautiful appearance, holding a helmet in his hand, and his face was indifferent.

Lin Sheng's gaze swept over her, and then quickly looked at the other team behind him.

Behind Chen Huan was another team led by the staff.

There were only two people in the team, who seemed to be two siblings, both blonde and blue-eyed, slender and powerful.

One of the men was tall, wearing a protective suit, and holding a straight sword without a gauntlet.

Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he felt that the man didn't seem to be weak.

Part of the memory of the elite rotten swordsman he absorbed, and there is a certain method in his memory for the prediction of his opponent.

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

"It seems that there are no masters in reality. Lin Sheng's heart became a little vigilant.

Soon, the crews brought the teams around the venue and sat on long strips of cushions.

A banner was unfurled on the railing on the second floor not far away, and it read: Warmly celebrate the official holding of the 7th National Amateur Sword Fighting Competition in Huaisha City.

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

There are only ten teams in total, and they all sit down around the competition table. It's easy to see each other.

Chen Huan stared at Lin Sheng fiercely for a while, as if his eyes were about to pop out.

But after a while, she looked away, staring at the other blonde man, as if she were facing a great enemy.

Lin Sheng sat down cross-legged, his long sword standing upright at his lap.

"What's that man's name?" he gestured to the blonde man with a flat face.

Russell twisted around and whispered.

"Sears Carmy. A wealthy local businessman likes to play this. When Master Lin is not there, it is he and Chen Huan who are fighting for one or two. ”

Lin Sheng nodded, indicating understanding.

The blonde young man Sears seemed to notice his gaze and turned his head to give him a friendly smile.

Lin Sheng nodded slightly expressionlessly, which could be regarded as a polite response.

Soon, the host came to the stage and began to debug the speakers. A deafening burst of music began.

"It's a pleasure to be here, on this sunny day, in the No. 3 Gymnasium, the largest in Huaisha City, to hold our 7th National Amateur Sword Fighting Competition...."

This is followed by a long paragraph of thank-you.

"There aren't dozens of spectators around, so this screening contest has a fart. Russell muttered on the side.

"It's not bad to take a medal and bluff people. Lin Sheng smiled.

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

A total of 10 teams will be drawn first and randomly screened for one-on-one opponents. The winner advances, and the loser loses.

There are not so many tricks in the screening competition, and if you lose, you lose, and there is no second chance.

On Lin Sheng's side, Xia Yin went up and drew lots with the other teams.

Take it down and take a look, number five.

"The fifth, not good, not bad. It's up to you who the opponent is. Xia Yin said in a low voice.

The opponent is the team that also drew the number five.

"Next, I invite the No. 1 player to the stage. The first three hits are negative. Those who are powerless to resist are negative. The host held the microphone and said loudly.

Lin Sheng sat down and watched the two men walk up the wooden platform from the steps on both sides and stand facing each other.

The referee came to the stage and stood between the two.

Clang.

A gong sounded.

The referee reached out between the two and slashed to signal the start.

The two of them immediately took a rooftop stance.

The difference is that one has a long sword in his ear and one high above his head.

The rooftop pose is the most common and popular stance because it is very convenient for chopping from the top down.

It's just that Lin Sheng glanced at the steps of the two of them, and suddenly shook his head slightly.

One of these two people's footsteps was vain and weak, and the other was actually standing in an ordinary figure-eight step. Both are parallel steps .... That is, the feet are on a horizontal line.

Such a standing posture, coupled with the vain and powerlessness, almost fell down with a push, and there was no resistance to blows.

"Teacher, how about these two?" asked Madilan in a whisper as she leaned in from behind.

Lin Sheng didn't make a sound, just shook his head.

Really.

The two of them shouted wildly, holding their swords and slashing at the opposite side.

Burst.

The tall one is the first to win because of the length of his hand. The opponent was wounded and fell to the ground.

The winner is decided.

It's a wild boar!

There was a few applause from the people around.

Soon the winner comes down and the second game begins.

It is still the hand elder who wins.