Nightmare’s Call

"Yeah, that's it. At that time, you didn't know. The police forces in the city were all dispatched, and there were cars in and out of the station."

"Don't you say it was robbing and killing people?" Lin Sheng asked casually.

"Who knows, that's just for the fools!" Russell laughed. "A robbery killer can use so many people, and it's been so long?"

"Indeed." Lin Sheng nodded.

"Forget it, concentrate on sword training, these have nothing to do with us. Come, it's my turn." Russell shouted loudly.

Lin Sheng nodded as well and began to deal with Russell's attack.

This product is purely a flower shelf. When it comes up, it will show all kinds of showy actions. How beautiful and handsome it is.

He corrected five or six basic moves from the beginning. Just while correcting Russell's movements, Lin Sheng's mind kept showing the words of the girl who sold the cart.

‘.... I passed by the cart once, and on the ground, oh, it ’s all blood! It feels like abuse at all! ’

And Russell just said.

‘My dad told me not to go out for a while now, but I ’d like to go in the wild. ’

Not just him, Xia Yin's family said the same thing. Obviously, they are all worried that this so-called robbery and homicide may affect their personal safety.

"That's right." After playing for a while, Russell on the other side suddenly spoke again. "Mr. Lin, are you going to the combat school?"

"Actuals? I don't understand." Lin Sheng looked puzzled.

"When we play Naxi swordsmanship, there are generally two circles, one is good-looking and the other is actual combat. Chen Huan is the actual combat faction," Russell explained.

"Will Teacher Lin pass me two handsome and practical tricks?" He smiled hippie.

"No." Lin Sheng shook his head.

He inherited a few swordsman memories of Ravel and that mercenary.

And these two people, one is a veteran on the battlefield, and the other is a free mercenary. Naturally, the sword-making approach is practical.

"That would be boring," Russell complained, throwing his sword.

"Is it really not? Teacher Lin?" Xia Yin, who was on the side, also said a little unwillingly.

Lin Sheng thought about it.

"There may be such swordsmanship, but I won't."

"What do you want, you will be satisfied with the masters' teachings, and you will also abandon this and that." Madilan looked inexplicable.

"Learning swords can't be used to pretend to be cool, what's the use of learning!" Russell spread his hands and his face hurt.

"I also learn to look good, it's boring to look bad." Xia Yin nodded in approval.

Lin Sheng looked at the two men a little speechlessly, and then looked at Madira, who was a little shaken. Suddenly feel tired.

Sure enough, they are all rich second-generations. It is not long before they start to think of one thing, but they are boring again.

He understands why there is no coach here. The root cause is probably that the coaches couldn't teach the three.

But he didn't want to get a high-paying job just so quickly.

Lin Sheng thought for a while and hesitated a little: "Learned, maybe you can defend yourself?"

"Self-defense?"

The three eyes fell on him, and all of them were attracted by this sentence.

"It's enough trouble just to bring such a large sword. When they get into trouble, people will come over with a shot. Is it really waiting for you to pull out your sword and come close?" Xia Yin shook her head.

She doesn't know too much about her arms business at home.

"It's impossible for everyone to have a gun? Is there always a time when there is no gun?" Lin Sheng said.

"As for drawing swords slowly, try?" He said calmly.

"Really?" Russell was excited. "I have learned professional dagger defense before. Within two meters, that's a special level! Should we practice it?"

Lin Sheng knows that this trip does not show his own value, I am afraid that in a few days these rich second generations will find reasons to drive themselves. He still doesn't want to lose this high-paying job.

"can."

He also wanted to test what his actual combat level was. Before, I used to slash the rotting swordsman in a dream, but in reality, I may be able to accurately determine my level.

The two of them must be here, Xia Yin and Madilan immediately became interested.

Lin Sheng continued to use his sword and put on a stab-resistant suit and helmet.

Russell changed a short dagger and continued to wear the previous pair of protective clothing.

The two stood opposite each other, standing in the middle of the practice room.

"Mr. Lin, please remind you that Russell's skill is not blown away. His family specially invited the special forces retired officers to train him." Xia Yin reminded him again.

"Thank you, it's okay." Lin Sheng nodded, pulled off his mask, and signaled that he could start.

Russell also stole a joke, pulled out his dagger, and clasped his backhand in his sleeve.

The two were two meters apart. This distance was too late for Lin Sheng to even pull a sword. With just a forward flutter, he could easily smash into his arms and hit a stab.

The other two in the exercise room couldn't help holding their breath.

"The victory and defeat of Naxi swordsmanship are often instantaneous. Unless the strength is very close, generally it will not drag on for too long." Xia Yin whispered.

"Look at how Mr. Lin should respond now ..." Dang! !!

There was a sudden, crisp sound, extremely harsh.

In front of Lin Sheng, Russell flew out obliquely and fell to the ground. The dagger in his hand rolled off and let go.

Lin Sheng was expressionless and looked down at Russell quietly. The sword in his hand hangs so casually on his side.

"What ... what's going on ?!" Madilan glared.

"No ... I know ..." Xia Yin also didn't see what happened.

Before they could react, Russell on the ground turned red, picked up a dagger, rolled up, was in shape, and stabbed Lin Sheng from the side with a knife.

clang! !!

A flash of silver light.

Russell fell out again and lay on his back.

Before waiting for the other two to speak out, he yelled like a beast, and rose again and rushed to Lin Sheng.

clang! !!

Flash of silver again.

Alas.

Russell flew out again without suspense, the dagger in his hand made a cut on the ground mat.

He was struggling to stand up, but he had just broken out and fell several times in a row, making it difficult for him to support.

Lin Sheng shook his sword, and stepped forward calmly.

Alas.

The point of the sword stopped in front of Russell's throat.

The dangling silver blade was like a mirror, reflecting Russell's stunned, puzzled, angry face.

"Want to learn?"

Russell throbbed his throat.

Since he founded this club, he has invited more than ten coaches and teachers, all of whom are masters of Naxi swordsmanship.

But no one has ever given him such a real and strong sense of threat like this one.

This feeling.....

"It's just ... the cow is bursting !!!" He yelled suddenly, and couldn't help laughing.

Madilan and Xia Yin also screamed and laughed at the same time.

Lin Sheng retracted his sword and glanced at the inexplicable three. Suddenly felt helpless.