The other end of Huaisha City.

At night, sparse lights in the huge dark city are like light yellow fireflies, some light up and some are in the dark.

Less than 500 meters from the port, in a building near the road, the fifth floor training room.

Chen Huan stood in front of the window holding a black wooden stick, looking at the lights slowly rising outside, without saying a word.

She tied her ponytail and wore a close-fitting white protective clothing underwear, outlining the tight and slender curves of her body.

"Still practicing swordsmanship again?"

The door of the training room behind him opened, and Xu Yi walked in with a cup of hot tea.

Unlike Chen Huan, she was wearing black pajamas and long hair was scattered, and she seemed to have just gotten up.

"Well, I'm going to compete for the promotion quota soon, practice hard." Chen Huan turned around, "Why are you getting up so early?"

"I should have opened the door, but when I came, I saw the lights in the practice room on, and I knew that you must have arrived early. Then I came up and took a look."

Xu Yi paused, walked to Chen Huan, pulled a wooden chair and sat down.

"Are you still worried about that Lin Sheng?" she lowered her voice.

"I have to worry, there are only two places in Huaisha City, with a total of ten teams. I am not in good shape now and I cannot guarantee that I will be able to keep second." Chen Huan replied in a deep voice.

"So you practice more madly?" Xu Yi asked back. "Do you think it's useful to practice more?"

"..." Chen Huan didn't say anything.

Xu Yi stopped talking.

She knew very well why Chen Huan worked so hard.

Because the National Amateur Swordsman League is mainly organized by some wealthy people who are interested in Naxi swordsmanship.

When held by the rich, they naturally attracted various teams by relying on generous bonuses.

As long as you advance to the provincial level, you can get a promotion reward of 50,000 yuan. This is an indispensable amount for Chen Huan.

Every once in a while, the National Amateur Swordsman League is when she is justified and gains extra income openly.

It was good that this was always the case, but now Lin Sheng suddenly appeared.

Chen Huan was obviously not sure to beat that guy, so he was under too much pressure. He got up so early to practice.

"You are like this, be careful of your health."

"It doesn't matter... I know my own body." Chen Huan shook his head slightly.

Xu Yi sighed, said nothing more, turned around and walked away slowly with tea.

The door closed behind him with a click.

She paused for a while, and soon she heard the sound of wooden sticks breaking through the air from the practice room behind her.

Sighing again, Xu Yi speeded up and went down to the fourth floor and returned to the building management room.

Her main job is the administrator of this gymnasium, and she usually manages the martial arts sports center. She is responsible for coordinating and renting practice rooms.

Back at the management room, Xu Yi closed the door, quickly picked up the landline phone on the desk, and skillfully dialed a string of numbers.

'beep....'

‘Crack….hey?’ After a slight electric current, a calm male voice came from the other side of the microphone.

"I." Xu Yi replied, "She practiced again today, for three consecutive days."

‘...…’ No sound was made on the opposite side.

"Last time her injury has not healed...I'm a little worried." Xu Yi stopped and stopped.

‘I got it.’ The man’s answer came from the phone. ‘Stay keep watching her for me.’

"I know." Xu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard the other person hung up, he put down the microphone.

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"I'm not sick! I'm not sick!!! Trust me!!!"

Inside the Steel Scale Club.

Russell was stuck in his neck by Madilan's hands.

"You are very ill! You need to be treated!" Madilan said loudly with a red face. Although he was already black, he was not obviously red.

When Lin Sheng entered the door early in the morning, he saw several club waiters laughing and watching the show.

Russell and Madilan were entangled, not sure what they were doing.

Xia Yin was holding a small mirror on the side to make up, and she seemed to have no interest in it.

"What are you doing?" Lin Sheng looked at Russell speechlessly and grabbed Madilan's lower body, and then was blocked. The two fought desperately.

"He's crazy teacher!!" Madilan shouted. "He suddenly rushed over and kissed me, but fortunately I dodged in time!"

"I'm not you who kissed me! It's Xia Yin!!" Russell screamed, his neck getting stuck even tighter.

"But he has kissed you!!!" Madilan roared.

Xia Yin, who was beside him, put away the small mirror and laughed at the two of them.

"Russell, this idiot, secretly saw me going upstairs and wanted to have a sudden attack, but was caught by Madilan. I really think I don't know what he is thinking?"

She sneered, and took care of the two buns on her head that had just been tied, and jumped off the stone table on the front desk.

Lin Sheng was amused and crying, but he had to envy them for their good relationship.

He simply walked aside and sat down to rest, waiting for the two of them to finish their fight.

Although Russell claimed to have received special training, his strength was still not as strong as Madilan. After close combat, the two quickly decided to win and lose. The fight ended with him shouting for mercy.

Seeing that the trouble was over, Lin Sheng clapped his hands.

"Okay, it's time to start, this course."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go, Teacher Lin."

Madilan and Russell followed Lin Sheng into the practice room.

Xia Yin went to the women's clothes to change their clothes alone.

The Steel Scale Club is much more formal than the Tengchong Club. The protective clothing alone has two layers of inner and outer layers, and the rest of the elbow and shoulder pads, knee pads, arm pads, and all protective equipment are available.

The sword used is also a real thing with great weight. It is only a little lighter than the black sword used in Lin Shengmeng. Although it has no blade, it is quite realistic.

The three of them changed into protective clothing and gathered together in the middle of the practice room.

"Teacher Lin, do you want to participate in a competition?" Xia Yin has always been more reliable and was the first to ask.

"What game?" Lin Sheng asked in confusion, "You know, I used to practice alone and didn't have much contact with the outside world."

The explanation he explained to the three of them was that he was a self-taught master, and the so-called swordsmanship was all achieved through actual combat.

His style is indeed the case, so the three of them didn't believe it. The only thing they were confused about was that they didn't know where his sword skills came from.

After all, there are too few people practicing Naxi swordsmanship now.

"It is the National Amateur Swordsman League. It is referred to as the Industry League for short." Russell quickly replied. "According to the past, Chen Huanshang from Tengchong is generally the strongest in our area."

"That was the past, but now it's different." Madilan continued. "Teacher Lin, if you want to participate, we can help you register in advance and the registration fee will be reimbursed by the club."

"What's the use of participating in this?" Lin Sheng had never been exposed to any competition, nor had any channels to hear it from other places, and he looked puzzled at this moment.

"The most useful thing is to communicate sword skills with other opponents, then bonuses, and add some fame," explained Madilan.

"But in fact, fame is negligible," he continued. "Because the amateur competition is actually just a casual game for enthusiasts. They are all guys who like to play swords from all over the world, and they gather together to hold a competition."

"How much is the bonus?" Lin Sheng was more concerned about this. His family is not in good condition now and he doesn't hide it.

Madilan thought for a while. "I forgot how much I have, but it seems that there is some money for every level of promotion."

He was still recalling that on the other side, Xia Yin had already handed Lin Sheng a list.

Lin Sheng took it and saw that it was the information list of the National Amateur Swordsman League.

He swept through other information and his eyes quickly fell on the bonus column.

‘City and county qualifying – two quotas, each with a bonus of 50,000’

‘Provincial qualifying – one quota, one bonus of one hundred thousand’

‘National ranking – first place 500,000, second place 200,000, third place 150,000’
Chapter completed!