Tried a few more times.
Lin Sheng quickly figured out the mystery.
The gray mark of the sanctuary brought him not only a simple skin defense, but an overall strength increase.
The skin, muscles, and bones are all comprehensively improved.
So no matter what he does, whether he hits a tree or stabs himself with a knife, there will be no bone contusion.
After exercising for a while, it was getting late.
Lin Sheng packed his things, carried his schoolbag and walked back.
Back home, Dad seems to have gotten better recently, with a lot of smiles on his face.
The mother's salary has also returned to normal, and the family's income is much better than before.
Lin Sheng even felt a lot more comfortable.
In the dream, for several days in a row, he didn't leave the Valen Temple, but kept meditating on the Gray Seal.
Next, he plans to continue to meditate on the gray seal. According to his estimation, there must be a limit to the defense effect of the gray seal.
Otherwise, the Temple of Valen would have been invincible long ago, and there was no need to recruit ordinary Templar knights, just a few more knights who could comprehend the Gray Seal would be able to roam Black Feather City.
Time passed day by day.
Finally, the official fencing competition began.
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April 13th.
Huaisha City Gymnasium, the third indoor stadium.
In the bustling stadium, more than half of the field is empty. Only in the right corner, there are many long strips of gray cushions.
The cushions form a circle.
In the center of the ring is a square platform. Barbed wire was stretched around the platform, and dark red wooden planks were laid on the ground. Several staff members, wearing yellow uniforms, were going up and down to check the situation.
Lin Sheng and Luo Su walked in front, with Xia Yin and Ma Dilan behind them.
A group of people, led by the person at the front, was walking along the side of the stadium.
The person who led the way was the staff who organized the selection competition, a middle-aged bald man in a gray suit, his name was Li Heng.
"The venue is part of the rented gymnasium here, because there are not many participants in Huaisha City, so please forgive me.
If the prediction goes well, the screening competition will be completed this morning. "
When he spoke, he was smiling and friendly, and he looked like the kind of peacemaker who would not offend anyone.
Then he began to explain the precautions for this game.
Russell walked beside Lin Sheng, looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Pointing to the far side.
"Look over there are other contestants"
Lin Sheng raised his eyes and looked in the direction he pointed.
On the opposite side of the gymnasium, there was also a group of people being led slowly into the arena by the staff.
Among them, Chen Huan was also inside. Beside her was Xu Yi, the elder sister who had signed up for Lin Sheng before, and behind her were a few young people who seemed to be ordinary students.
Chen Huan was wearing a tight-fitting white protective suit, with long hair in a ponytail, and a handsome figure. He held a helmet in his hand, and his face was indifferent.
Lin Sheng glanced over her, and then quickly looked at the other team behind.
Following behind Chen Huan was another team led by the staff.
There were only two people in the team, they seemed to be two brothers and sisters, both were blond, slender and strong.
One of the men was tall and straight, wearing protective clothing, holding a straight sword without a guard in his hand.
Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes, feeling that the man didn't seem weak.
Part of the memory of the elite rotten swordsman he absorbed had a certain way of predicting the opponent.
From the pace, demeanor, alertness, etc., you can roughly see what kind of fighting level an opponent is in.
"It seems that there are no masters in reality." Lin Sheng became a little vigilant.
Soon, the staff led the teams around the field and sat on the long mats.
A banner was pulled up on the railing on the second floor not far away, and it read: Warmly celebrate the official opening of the 7th National Amateur Swordsmanship Competition in Huaisha City.
Soon after Lin Sheng and the others sat down, Chen Huan and the others also sat down on the cushions not far away.
There were only ten teams in total, and they all sat on the floor around the competition stage. It is easy to see each other.
Chen Huan stared at Lin Sheng fiercely for a while, his eyes seemed to pop out.
But after a while, she turned her eyes away and stared at the other blond man, as if she was facing an enemy.
Lin Sheng sat down cross-legged, with the long sword standing upright by his legs.
"What's that man's name?" He pointed to the flat-faced blond man.
Russell twisted his body on the side and whispered.
"Silskami. A wealthy local businessman likes to play this. When Mr. Lin is not around, he and Chen Huan will fight for one or two."
Lin Sheng nodded, expressing his understanding.
The blond young man Sears seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned his head and gave him a friendly smile.
Lin Sheng nodded slightly with no expression on his face, which was a polite response.
Soon, the host came to the stage and began to adjust the sound. A burst of deafening music began.
"I am very happy to be here, on this sunny day, in the third largest gymnasium in Huaisha City, to hold our seventh national amateur swordsmanship competition...."
Followed by a long paragraph of nonsense thanking the sponsor.
"There aren't dozens of spectators around, so there's no point in this preliminaries." Russell muttered.
"It's not bad to get a medal to bluff people." Lin Sheng said with a smile.
After a bunch of nonsense, the so-called fencing competition soon began.
A total of ten teams will be drawn first, and will be randomly screened for one-on-one competition. The winner advances, the loser loses.
There are not so many tricks in the preliminaries. If you lose, you lose. There are no second chances.
On Lin Sheng's side, Xia Yin went up to draw lots with the other teams.
Take the label down and take a look, it's number five.
"Fifth match, good or bad. It depends on who is the opponent." Xia Yin said in a low voice.
The opponent is the team that also drew number five.
"Next, let's invite contestant No. 1 to come on stage. The one who gets hit three times first loses. The one who is unable to resist loses." 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 stood facing each other.
The referee came to the stage and stood between the two.
clang.
A gong sounded.
The referee reached out and slashed between the two, signaling the start.
The two immediately put on a rooftop posture.
But the difference is that one has a long sword standing by his ear, and the other has a long sword raised above his head.
The roof style is the most common and popular posture, because it is very convenient for chopping from top to bottom.
It was just that Lin Sheng glanced at the steps of the two, and then shook his head slightly.
One of these two people's footsteps are weak and weak, and the other is actually standing in an ordinary figure-of-eight step. Both of them are walking parallel...that is, both feet are in a horizontal line.
Such a standing posture, coupled with emptiness and weakness, will almost fall down when pushed, without any resistance to blows.
"Teacher, how are these two?" Ma Dilan approached from behind and asked in a low voice.
Lin Sheng didn't make a sound, just shook his head.
really.
The two shouted wildly respectively, raised their swords and slashed fiercely at the opposite side.
puff.
Because of the length of his hands, the taller one won the first cut. The opponent is wounded and falls to the ground.
The victory and defeat have been divided.
Simply a wild boar
The people around immediately burst into applause.
Soon the winner is down, and the second game begins.
Still the elder in hand wins.