Try it a few more times.

Lin Sheng quickly figured out the mystery.

The shelter gray mark brings him not only a simple skin defense, but an overall increase in strength.

The skin, muscles, and bones are all comprehensively improved.

So no matter what movement he does, whether he hits a tree or stabs himself with a knife, he will not experience bone contusion.

After a little exercise, it was getting late.

Lin Sheng packed up his things, carried his schoolbag and walked back.

When I got home, my dad seemed to have improved a lot recently, and his face had a lot more smile.

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

Lin Sheng and his side were much more comfortable.

In the dream, he did not leave the Valen Temple for several consecutive days, but kept practicing meditation gray marks.

Next, he plans to continue meditating on gray marks. According to his estimate, the improvement of gray marks' defense effect must be limitless.

Otherwise, the Temple of Valen would have been invincible for a long time, and there would be no need to recruit ordinary Templars. I would create more knights who can comprehend the gray mark to scatter across the Black Feather City.

Time passes day by day.

Finally, the official swordsmanship competition began.

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April 13th.

Huaisha City Stadium, the third indoor stadium.

In the bustling stadium, most of the venue is empty. There are only a few long gray cushions on the right corner.

Cushions form a ring.

In the center of the ring is a square platform. Barbed wire is drawn around the platform and dark red wooden boards are laid on the ground. Several staff members are wearing yellow uniforms and are checking the situation up and down.

Lin Sheng and Russell walked in front, behind him were Xia Yin and Madilan.

The group was led by the person in front and was walking along the stadium.

The person who led the way was the staff who organized the screening competition, a middle-aged bald man wearing a gray suit, named Li Heng.

"The venue is part of the stadium rented here. Since there are not many participants in Huaisha City, I would like to forgive you.

If the forecast goes well, the screening competition will be completed this morning.”

He smiled and felt kind as he spoke, and he saw that he was the kind of peacemaker who would not offend anyone.

Then he began to explain the precautions for this competition.

Russell walked beside Lin Sheng, looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pointed to the distance.

"Look over there! They are other participants!"

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

Opposite the gymnasium, there was also a group of people who were slowly entering the venue by staff.

Chen Huan is also inside. She is surrounded by Xu Yi, the royal sister who signed up for Lin Sheng before, and behind her are several young people, who seem to be ordinary students.

Chen Huan is wearing a tight white protective suit, long ponytail, beautiful posture, holding a helmet in his hand, and a cold face.

Lin Sheng's eyes swept past her, and then quickly looked at another team behind him.

Following Chen Huan is another participating team led by the staff.

There are only two people in the team, and they seem to be two siblings, both of whom are blonde and blue-eyed, and have slender and powerful figures.

Among them, the man was tall and straight, wearing a protective suit, holding a straight sword without a handguard.

Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes, feeling that the man seemed not weak.

Some of the memories of the elite rotten swordsman he absorbed had certain methods for the opponent's prediction.

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

"It seems that there are no masters in reality." Lin Sheng became a little alert.

Soon, the staff brought the teams around the venue and sat on the ground on long mats.

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

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

There were only ten teams in total, all of which sat down around the competition table. It was easy to see the other party.

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

But after a while, her eyes turned away and stared at the other blond man, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Lin Sheng sat down cross-legged with his long sword on his legs.

"What's that man's name?" He pointed to the blonde man with a plain face.

Russell twisted his body on the side and whispered.

"Seales Carmi. A local rich businessman likes to play this. When you are not here, Mr. Lin, he and Chen Huan compete with each other."

Lin Sheng nodded to express his understanding.

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

Lin Sheng nodded slightly expressionlessly, which was a polite response.

Soon, the host went on stage to debug the audio. A deafening sound of music began.

"I'm glad to be here, on this sunny day, in the third largest gymnasium in Huaisha City, our seventh National Amateur Swordsmanship Competition..."

Behind is a long paragraph of nonsense thanking the sponsor.

"There are not many spectators around, so this screening match is useless." Russell muttered.

"It's good to take a medal and put it in a hurry." Lin Sheng smiled.

After a lot of nonsense, the so-called swordsmanship screening competition soon began.

There are a total of ten teams, first draw lots and randomly screen the opponents in one-on-one matches. The winner advances, and the loser loses.

There are not so many tricks in the screening competition. If you lose, you lose and you don’t have a second chance.

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

Take the label and look at it, No. 5.

"The fifth game is neither good nor bad. It depends on who the opponent is." Xia Yin whispered.

The opponent is the team that also draws No. 5.

"Next, please invite contestant No. 1 to the stage. Those who are hit three times first are negative. Those who are unable to resist are negative." The host shouted loudly with the microphone.

Lin Sheng sat down and watched the two men walking up the wooden platform from the steps on both sides, standing in a row.

The referee came on stage and stood between the two.

clang.

A gong sounded.

The referee reached out between the two and slashed, indicating that he would start.

The two of them immediately put on roof-style postures.

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

Roofing style is the most common and popular posture because it is very convenient to chop from top to bottom.

But Lin Sheng glanced at the steps of the two of them and shook his head slightly.

One of these two people's steps was weak and the other was an ordinary eight-character step. Both of them were walking in parallel... that is, their feet were on a horizontal line.

Such a standing posture, coupled with its weak and weak position, almost fell down with just one push, without any resistance to any blow.

"Teacher, how about these two?" Madilan leaned closer from behind and asked in a low voice.

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

really.

The two of them shouted wildly, holding their swords toward each other and slashing hard.

puff.

The tall one was the first to score because of his long hands. The opponent fell to the ground with injuries.

The winner has been decided.

It's simply a wild boar!

There was a very few applause from the people around him.

The winner soon came down and the second game began.
Chapter completed!