"Seventy-nine thousand eight hundred and eighty-one...seventy-nine thousand eight hundred and eighty-two..."

In the huge space, only the counting sounds of the training space and Lin Xing's figure constantly waving his arms echoed.

Sweat flowed through his skin to every corner of Lin Xing's body.

Lin Xing didn't know how much time had passed. Anyway, he only knew that the number of times he swung his sword today was more than he had in the past five years combined.

Although the number reported by the space agency is more than 70,000, the number of times Lin Xinghui actually performed far exceeded this number.

But there is no way. Under the training rules of this space, Lin Xing's number of sword swings can only be recorded and regarded as valid times if they meet the standards of the space.

Not only will non-standard sword swings not be recorded, but if they are too bad, they will even be deducted.

Therefore, the number of sword swings recorded in the training space is far from Lin Xing’s real number of sword swings.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Rapid breathing sounds continued to come from Lin Xing's mouth.

At this time, although his body did not feel any discomfort under the influence of the training space, his brain had indeed begun to feel drowsy.

However, the more he is in this situation, the more Lin Xing will not give up. Because he knows that if he stops now, he will never be able to embark on the path of a true strong man again.

Lin Xing never makes an oath easily, but as long as it is an oath he makes, no matter how difficult it is, he will definitely complete it, even if it means breaking his body.

What's more, it's just a sword swing.

The puppet man looked down on him and asked him to swing his sword one hundred thousand times before looking for him again. OK, then I will wave my sword two hundred thousand times and let him come out on his own!

With this belief, Lin Xing felt as if his originally groggy brain was becoming focused again at this moment.

He continued to swing sword after sword.

If Lin Xing could carefully observe his mind at this moment, he would find that the words sword and meaning in his mind are like two suns, constantly emitting strong light.

And in his eyes, his sword intention also appeared...

I don’t know how much time has passed, I don’t know when the timer will stop, and I don’t know if the puppet has come to me.

Anyway, Lin Xing himself was immersed in this basic sword training and couldn't extricate himself.

And the sword style he trained has long since changed from swinging a sword in one style to a complete set of basic sword skills.

Those moves that originally seemed very simple to him now seem to have an indescribable charm in his eyes.

One move after another, this set of basic swordsmanship passed down from Tianyuan Academy is now used by him one by one like clouds and flowing water.

After completing a whole set of training again, Lin Xing finally stopped.

However, it was this pause that caused Lin Xing to fall to the hard floor with a thud.

"Ha~ha~"

Panting heavily, Lin Xing felt as if all the joints in his body were protesting against him, punching and kicking his nervous system.

That sour feeling almost made Lin Xing think he was going to die.

At this moment, the puppet who had arrived next to Lin Xing said:

"The number of one hundred thousand is the limit number set by the training house based on your physical condition. If you exceed this number, your body will be unable to bear it and cause severe pain."

"Then you...it's not too early...ha...say it!" After gritting his teeth and saying this, Lin Xing forcibly turned over and said proudly:

"And ha... who said... my ha... limit is... one hundred thousand... Didn't I ha... break through!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xing felt his eyes go dark and instantly passed out.

Faced with this scene, the puppet just looked down at him, did not speak, and just stood quietly beside him.

I don’t know how long it took, but with the flick of the puppet’s fingers, a green light shot from between Lin Xing’s eyebrows.

The next moment, Lin Xing woke up.

The muscle soreness he imagined did not appear. At this time, Lin Xing only felt the fatigue in his body, as if a concept had been directly erased.

"It's great!" Lin Xing's eyes widened and he felt so comfortable that he stood up in a jiffy.

Looking at his hands, he felt like he was reborn at this moment.

The puppet man didn't say anything, he just came straight to Lin Xing, stretched out his hand to grab it, and then a wooden sword appeared in its hand.

"So, are you ready to accept the second stage of the trial?" Looking at Lin Xing, the puppet man said calmly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the next step is the real training."

After hearing the puppet man's words, Lin Xing was stunned for a moment, but then he nodded heavily and said with firm eyes: "Ready!"

……

……

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It is still a white training space, and at this time the two people in the space are constantly fighting.

On one side is the puppet man who has no changes and has fierce moves, while on the other side is Lin Xing who grits his teeth and barely copes with it.

Lin Xing was unable to parry the fierce attack of the puppet man. At this time, Lin Xing felt as if he was facing a monster with swords all over his body.

That kind of wooden sword that can appear from anywhere gives Lin Xing the feeling of being a poisonous snake.

If the initial swing of the sword a hundred thousand times was a small test set by the puppet to confirm whether he was determined to practice kendo, then Lin Xing's subsequent training can be regarded as the real beginning.

And this training method is also very simple.

That is a battle, a non-stop battle, a crazy battle!

There is no guidance at all, no, or pain, is its way of guidance!

From being unable to catch a single move and having to be beaten until he ran away with his head in his arms, to being able to catch one or two moves.

Lin Xing couldn't remember how many slaps and chops he received from the opponent.

Although in this training room, even if the user is physically injured, it can heal you quickly.

But the mental damage needs to be healed slowly by Lin Xing himself.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but Lin Xing feels that it has been a long time.

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Because at this time, he can already receive most of the puppet's attacks, and he can even counterattack once or twice.

Although most of them failed, this also shows that he is constantly making progress.

A ray of sword intent condensed in his eyes. Just as Lin Xing was waiting for the puppet man's thunder blow, he found that the puppet man actually stopped.

Faced with Lin Xing's doubts, the puppet man put away the wooden sword in his hand and said calmly: "Okay, three years have come. You can go out now. It's up to you whether you come back later."

"Eh?" Lin Xing stood up straight and scratched his head: "Is it so fast? Why don't I feel it?"

"How powerful do you think a gold-level training house is?" The puppet man explained calmly: "Every time you are treated, the training time in the training house will be reduced by ten days. Calculate how many times the training house has treated you.

."

"Um" Lin Xing thought about it with some embarrassment and found that it seemed that he had been treated many times.

"Teacher, let's see you in a month!" Now that the time has come, Lin Xing no longer hesitates.

Then, after bowing deeply like a puppet, just as he was about to leave the training room, the voice of a puppet came from behind.

"If you want to know your own strength, I suggest you sign up for the World Kendo Competition.

Blind hard work will never create a strong person. Only in real battles can you unleash your strongest potential."

After hearing the puppet man's advice, Lin Xing subconsciously turned around, but found that the puppet man had already disappeared.
Chapter completed!