Nightmare’s Call

From the school to the Blackwater Iron Fist Club, the driving time is only 20 minutes.

While chatting with the driver, Lin Sheng looked out the window.

There are more and more pedestrians on the streets of Huaisha City. Even though there are frequent accidents, this place has become more and more prosperous with the changes in the political situation.

"There seems to be more people in the urban area recently?" Lin Sheng asked casually.

"It doesn't seem to be the case, or there are more of them." The driver master sighed, "Recently, a lot of foreigners have entered the port area, and they have made some nearby streets full of smog."

"Foreigner?"

"That's right. Mainly people from Mijia's side and Osiri's side. I didn't know what happened a while ago. It said it was an open port, and our Huaisha is also on the open list." The driver said in a low voice.

"Open ports?" Lin Sheng was slightly taken aback, "Isn't it open enough before?"

"It is said that there are tax breaks for foreign companies. There are also various benefits. But for our own companies, there are not so many benefits."

The driver was a little upset.

"Is that so?" Lin Sheng was thoughtful.

This kind of policy is obviously not released by Celine's side, and it feels more like being forced to introduce it.

Soon, the car arrived at the gate of the Tekken Club.

Lin Sheng paid, got out of the car, and stood at the gate of the Iron Fist Headquarters.

Today's Tekken Club has purchased the site of a former private elementary school.

Lin Sheng changed the school's only teaching building into an assembly hall of the Iron Fist Club.

Standing outside the door were two newly recruited disciples in black vests.

When they saw Lin Sheng getting off the car, they quickly bowed their heads and said hello.

"Good morning, host!"

"Thank you." Lin Sheng nodded, walked into the gate, and a beautiful waitress immediately stepped forward to lead him to the dressing room, where he changed into a conference uniform.

As the guild master, his guild uniform is simple long trousers, but it is pitch black, with a huge iron letter sewn on the back with white thread.

Now that money is tight, everything is kept simple. Lin Sheng didn't plan to engage in these fancy costume designs until the Iron Fist Club was not profitable on a large scale.

The simpler the better.

Putting on the uniform, he strode into the lobby.

This was originally just a pocket school without a playground, only one building and one yard. There is also a flagpole on one side.

The lobby was transformed into a coaching hall.

Saru is leading a few students to practice black feather swordsmanship. Seeing Lin Sheng enter the door, he immediately stopped and greeted him.

"Brother, oh no, Master, you came just in time. Mr. Dao Ling seems to have made a breakthrough. I feel that his aura is getting stronger and stronger these days. No one dares to approach him!"

During this period of time, Saru practiced black feather swordsmanship and meditated on the gray seal, and his hostility was much less than before.

He looked a lot more stable, and the previous irritability slowly settled down.

"You have also improved a lot."

Lin Sheng patted him on the shoulder. Now that he has stepped into Chaofan, he can feel a special aura that ordinary people can't detect.

Just like now, Saru's body continuously emits faint traces of gray-sealed holy power fluctuations.

Apparently, his meditation on Gray Seal seemed to be effective, but he didn't know it.

"Really? I also feel a little bit, but I don't know which aspect has improved!" Saru was delighted when he heard that. He had a lot of trust in Lin Sheng, and he believed it immediately when he heard this.

"Experience carefully, what meditation brings to you is not just a peaceful and stable state of mind." Lin Sheng pointed out. "Okay, where is Mr. Dao Ling?"

"Meditate inside." Saru hurriedly said.

"I'll go in and take a look first." Lin Sheng also wanted to see what level Death Claw Dao Ling had reached now.

Daoling is different from Saru, he is a martial artist who has reached the limit of the human body, but his body is declining with age.

So his breakthrough represents the breaking of the limit. What effect it will have, even Lin Sheng is hard to determine.

Asking Saru to continue to lead the training, Lin Sheng left the lobby, walked along the corridor, and soon arrived at the second area on the first floor—the meditation area.

The meditation area is the original classrooms, which have been transformed for everyone to meditate.

Only official Tekken members can enter here. Those training outside are just ordinary students, not members.

Lin Sheng established two distinct identities - member and student.

Members act as mentors to students. With enough freedom, you can choose whether you want to teach students to earn income.

It can also be just a name, and occasionally everyone will exchange martial arts together. Of course, such a name will naturally not get Lin Sheng's gray seal drawing.

These are just beginnings and need to be perfected.

Lin Sheng didn't care either, he had to attract enough experts before making any plans.

Entering the meditation area, he quickly found the room where Dao Ling was.

Just standing at the door, through the door panel, he could feel a slight warmth continuously emanating from the door.

"Successful?!" Lin Sheng's eyes moved. This kind of warmth is very similar to the holy power he felt in the dream.

But the difference is that the warmth here is too weak, not even a tenth of what he had back then.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

Boom.

"Please come in, Master." Dao Ling's calm and joyful voice came from inside. He clearly heard the rhythm of Lin Sheng's footsteps.

Lin Sheng pushed the door open and entered.

Inside was a closed, windowless white room.

Dao Ling was sitting cross-legged in the middle, his long gray hair was scattered, and his muscles and skin were almost not old compared to before.

The changes brought about by meditating on the gray seal, especially the changes in his energy and spirit, were simply as terrifying as magic.

Lin Sheng was a little surprised when he saw Dao Ling's appearance.

"Five days of retreat and meditation have yielded a lot." Dao Ling stood up with an unstoppable smile on his face. "Everything is thanks to the selfless sharing of the leader."

Lin Sheng took off his shoes and stepped onto the wooden plank. The door rebounded and closed behind him.

"It seems that you have really broken the limit."

"That's right. The line that I've been pursuing since I was young, the line that I lacked, was really crossed just yesterday." Dao Ling stretched out his hands, his hands before were not much different from those of ordinary old people.

But now, the skin on the back of his hand seemed to be rejuvenated, firm and full of vitality.

"The old man can feel that this layer of special power covering his body protects him in all directions like armor. It's amazing!" Dao Inspiration said.

"This is the power of Gray Seal." Lin Sheng nodded.

"Yes. As the leader said before, this kind of power is amazing." Dao Ling said in admiration.

"But it's not without a price." Lin Sheng explained. "The gray mark is obtained from meditation. During the meditation process, we are actually condensing our own spiritual will."

"What does the leader mean? This kind of power actually belongs to us?" Dao Ling asked in surprise.

"You can understand it this way. The gray seal is an aid, and what activates is our own holy power. Although this holy power belongs to us, if there is no gray seal to appear, it will fade away in a short time." Lin Sheng said calmly .

"That is to say, I have to keep meditating on the gray seal. Can I maintain this state?" Dao Ling, who heard the implication, looked a little unhappy.

"That's right." Lin Sheng nodded, "You must meditate on the gray mark periodically, about once every six months. Otherwise, the gray mark will fade and your strength will decline."