Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)

“This bonus, I think we can do it!” Russell offered a piece of head and suggested.

“Thanks to the strength of the teacher, Chen Huan, who is the strongest, is not his opponent, and the places in Huaisha City can certainly be taken.

However, there were ten teams in Huaisha last time. I don’t know how many people participated this time. “Xia Yin introduced.

“Ten?” Lin Sheng was surprised, “Isn’t there only three clubs?”

“Because it is a single-player competition, as long as the folks are a little confident, they can participate, provided that they have their own snare equipment and protection. So not only the three of us will participate.” Xia Yin explained.

“I see.” Lin Sheng nodded.

“Teacher, do you want to participate?” Russell looked forward. “Participation can also help us get some medals and trophies in the club. It will be more face-saving to recruit people in the future!”

Lin Sheng was silent and nodded: “Yes.”

“I know! The waste in Tengchong is definitely not going to work!” Russell laughed suddenly.

“Each county and city can be promoted to two places, and Chen Huan should be able to take second place.” Xia Yin calmly said, “Of course, the premise is not to collide with the teacher.”

Lin Sheng didn’t say a word, looked at the information on his hand, his eyes moved, and it fell on the game time: April 13th.

“What’s the date today?” He asked casually.

“March 27. There are more than ten days before the competition, two weeks or so, it is still early.” Xia Yin said.

“Well, there can only be one contestant, and you will be a reserve team at that time. Well, that’s all for now. Let’s start today’s course.” Lin Sheng returned the information sheet to Xia Yin.

The other three quickly dropped the sundries, stood up in front of him and stood in a line.

Although the team is relatively loose, we can still see that they are very correct.

Since the last defeat of Russell, Lin Sheng’s status in their hearts has been completely different. It is no longer an ordinary swordsman instructor who paid for it, but a serious and courteous attitude.

Lin Sheng carefully scanned the three,

From left to right, the first Russell.

This guy is 1.8 meters tall, tall and strong, with a strong build, dark yellow hair, some freckles on his face, and a popular light blue eye. It looks like a normal white man.

Not handsome, no temperament, hippie smiley appearance, but when serious, there is still a strong force.

Lin Sheng analyzed his mind a little bit, and quickly set Russell in a position, which style direction he should guide.

Then he looked at Madilan.

Madilan is a bit taller than Russell, almost one meter nine, with a slightly thinner head, longer hands and legs, and a simple face.

He usually trains or anything, and he finishes it honestly and seriously, without any water. Is the most solid of the three. At the same time, endurance and strength are the strongest of the three.

The third Xia Yin.

The typical rich lady has a high IQ. Seeing everyone looks like a stupid person, she is proud and has good perseverance. Although not as good as Madilan, but a level with Russell.

Although beautiful in appearance, it does not have the flirtatious qualities that most vases share.

After summing up the three, Lin Sheng sorted out the language and spoke slowly.

“I have practiced the basic tricks for a while before. The basic tricks are the basis of all style techniques. The sword skills of any style have evolved from these basic tricks.”

He paused and continued.

“The Naxi swordsmanship does not refer to the swordsmanship inherited in the Naxi area, but is a collective name for a large number of swordsmanships that have evolved from various places based on it.

“And in this sword art, I need to know that you have mastery of posture.”

He threw the sword in his hand, clasped his hands tightly, and slanted his fingers forward. The sword tip was about to touch the ground, but he didn’t really touch it, almost.

“What is this posture? Who knows?” He asked in a deep voice.

“Eh … is the stance of the sword, the main purpose is to attack between the legs!” Russell answered decisively.

“Teacher, I haven’t learned this before. Also, is your action too insignificant …”

Lin Sheng glanced at the other two, and Madilan and Xia Yin both looked blank.

He immediately knew that there seemed to be a lot of difference between Naxi swordsmanship and the dream swordsmanship he got.

He paused again, explaining.

“In Naxi swordsmanship, most of the sword moves are mainly assassinations, so our protective clothing is all prepared for stabbing and paring.

But my sword art is different. I pay attention to both stabbing and basic hacks. “

“That is to say, teacher, your sword art is original?” Xia Yin asked immediately.

“No.” Lin Sheng shook his head. “My swordplay is inherited from an ancient genre, and I named it …” For a moment, a lot of nouns flashed in his mind.

But hesitating, he chose the most simple one.

“Named … Black Feather. Black Feather Sword.”

He merged and absorbed all the black sword soldiers and swordsman swordsmanship. It is no problem to name these swords as black feather.

“Is Black Feather? Why is it called Black Feather?” Xia Yin was curious.

“I’ll talk about this later. Now, let’s explain the principle of my posture.”

Lin Sheng began to talk carefully.

“This stance is called the iron gate type. There can be many variations of the iron gate type, but generally the most commonly used is the sword placed in the middle, which is called the central iron gate.”

“This pose can connect a lot of subsequent sword skills, and it is also the most defensive posture. It seems that the empty door above the head is exposed, but in fact this is just to seduce the enemy.

He started to demonstrate the follow-up to the trio one by one.

Although the three have already mastered some stances of Naxi swordsmanship, this stance is the first time they have heard it, so they have studied very seriously.

As Lin Sheng instructed, he also got the memory of the elite rotting swordsman before finishing.

From the memory of that swordsman, he not only got a comprehensive black feather sword skill foundation, but also got a real, orthodox sense of sword skills.

Before, he also got an angry blow from the sword of Ravel, but he didn’t practice hard.

Ravel shot angrily. He tried and tried to practice, but unfortunately it was too slow.

Compared with hunting rotting swordsmen and directly acquiring the experience and memory of the opponent, he estimates that it takes at least half a year for him to thoroughly train his angry blow.

And completely integrated into their swordsmanship system, then time is far away.

Because Ravel’s angry blow was researched on himself, which is best suited to his own sword skills.

“You can study and absorb the essence of it, but it is not advisable to copy it completely.” Lin Sheng has also spent his free time recently pondering his angry fencing skills.

He is blending his power skills and trying to join other similar sword moves, but unfortunately the progress is slow.

After some training, time slowly passed, and forty minutes soon passed unconsciously.

Lin Sheng left his homework and left the club after saying goodbye to the three.

After getting the memory of the elite rotting swordsman, his strength increased greatly. Although he had not completely digested it, the next time he entered the dream, he would no longer be an ordinary rookie like before.

‘At least it ’s a formal soldier, right? ’

With this in mind, Lin Sheng went home, reviewing his homework honestly, doing problem sets, and reviewing the review materials.