Godslayer: I use the costume system to cosplay as a god!

In the end, Lin Lin got the [True Word Ring] as he wished.

After the two left, Yuan Gang suddenly appeared in the office.

"Commander, neither of these two little rascals followed the script," Instructor Hong said, somewhat amused and helpless.

"Isn't that good? Young people, being energetic is a good thing."

Yuan Gang looked calmly at the two envelopes and a small black box on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Lin Qiye is one thing, the Azure Heart was originally meant for him, but Lin Lin didn't want the forbidden item he prepared, and instead chose the Mantra Ring. Is that really okay?"

Instructor Hong frowned slightly.

Yuan Gang looked in the direction the two had left, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

“They are not ordinary recruits. I believe they have an accurate understanding and judgment of themselves.”

"Let him be."

...

On the way to the training ground, Lin Qiye, seeing Lin Lin in a good mood, couldn't help but say:

"Lin Lin, what is the [Truth Ring]?"

Lin Lin chuckled softly.

"It's yesterday's punishment; wearing this forbidden item means you have to tell the truth."

"what?!"

Lin Qiye turned his head and exclaimed in surprise.

The next moment, Lin Qiye remembered Lin Lin's amusing nature, his lips twitched, and a chill ran down his spine.

He could already imagine the scene where, given the chance to die in the future, Lin Lin would wield the [Ring of Truth] and wreak havoc, causing a devastating blow to everyone's hearts!

Hiss—Lin Qiye thought back carefully.

He shouldn't have provoked Lin Lin recently.

Yes, there's absolutely no way he'll ever use this ring! Absolutely!

On the training ground.

Lin Lin held a wooden sword, and his movements—simple—of raising his hand and swinging the sword, yet they appeared fluid and graceful, precise and elegant.

Da da da!

The constant clanging of wooden knives.

Facing him was Lin Qiye, who was also wielding a knife with one hand. As Lin Lin's knife-wielding speed increased, so did the other's.

despair!

With a soft sound, Lin Qiye's wooden sword was deflected.

"I won again."

Lin Lin raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist, and cleanly and efficiently sheathed his sword.

Lin Qiye smiled helplessly.

"Yes, your weapon talent is really good."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After watching the two compete, Instructor Han frowned slightly. He noticed a problem just by watching their fight.

Instructor Han briefly summarized the meaning, "Seven Nights, your sword lacks a certain soul."

“Your foundation is very solid, but it’s a bit too rigid. It’s not that you can’t practice, but you’ll need to spend a lot of time, maybe even twenty or thirty years.”

Perhaps you've considered changing your swordsmanship or weapon; this current fighting style isn't suitable for you. You need to find a path that suits you best.

Lin Qiye fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, "Try a different sword technique."

After Instructor Han finished instructing Lin Qiye, he turned to look at Lin Lin.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Lin Lin, your swordsmanship has a very distinctive style."

"But as I watch, I always get the feeling that some of your instinctive reactions and actions are somewhat disconnected from your own style."

I don't know the reason, but you should know it yourself.

You're different from Qiye; you've already vaguely figured out your own style. What you need is more matches and more solid training.

After he finished speaking, Baili Pangpang from the basic training team on the other side of the training field shouted, "Instructor!"

Instructor Han then went to guide the basic training of new recruits.

Lin Lin was taken aback upon hearing Instructor Han's words.

He then thought to himself, "Instructor Han truly deserves to be called a weapons master with real skills."

Lin Lin himself had a talent for learning swordsmanship, and after a month of swordsmanship training with Chen Muyi, he did indeed have a feel for it.

After arriving at the training camp, in addition to enhancing Lin Lin's basic qualities, [Silent Night Prayer] also instilled some of the combat skills of the battle nun Lily into him.

If Lin Lin wants to truly develop his own fighting style, he must integrate these techniques and truly transform them into his own.

Thinking about this, Lin Lin guessed why the proficiency of [Silent Night Prayer] increased relatively slowly.

Lin Lin let out a long sigh, turned around, and saw Lin Qiye still standing there alone, deep in thought.

Lin Lin raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?"

"My own path..."

Lin Lin remembered that in the original story, Lin Qiye suddenly remembered Chen Muye's dual-sword style at night and finally chose the dual-sword style.

Then, he glanced at Lin Qiye, who was deep in thought.

Brother, don't say I've treated you badly. Today, I'll help you avoid some detours.

When I use the [Ring of Truth] on you in the future, don't struggle too much.

Lin Lin spoke casually, "Qi Ye, do you remember Captain Chen's knife?"

Lin Qiye looked up, frowning slightly, "Captain Chen's knife?"

"Yes, when we were training with the 136th Squad, Captain Chen used them in the training ground to beat, no, to train our double swords."

Lin Qiye recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Muye once again.

After a while, Lin Qiye's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Lin Qiye looked down at his hands, and the next moment, he turned around and took two wooden swords from the shelf.

He carefully recalled Chen Muye's movements, and then brandished the twin swords in his hands.

Raise your hand and swing your knife.

Each move and stance followed.

Lin Qiye became increasingly excited, for the first time clearly feeling how smooth his blade was.

Standing to the side, watching Lin Qiye use his familiar moves, Lin Lin tilted his head and chuckled softly.

Tsk, this makes him a little itchy to do it.

Lin Lin thought to himself, then looked down at the wooden sword in his hand. Perfect timing, he needed to gain experience now.

"Seven Nights, let's play another round."

"Lin Lin, let's have another match!"

The two of them were taken aback by their unanimous remark.

Lin Lin couldn't help but chuckle, "You could say we're on the same wavelength?"

"Well, come on."

Lin Qiye also wore a smile.

Da da!

...

After training this morning, Lin Lin and the others went to the cafeteria for lunch again.

Before stepping into the cafeteria, Lin Lin took a deep breath, but fortunately, this time no embarrassing incident was triggered after entering the cafeteria.

At noon, the food in the cafeteria was still of master quality, and the five of them ate their lunch peacefully.

Lin Lin breathed a sigh of relief the moment he put down his chopsticks and bowl.

Then he remembered what Lin Qiye had said to the fans that morning. Could it really be the effect of those words?

I should have sent Lin Qiye earlier.

Well, he unilaterally decided to halve the time Lin Qiye would have to use the [True Word Ring] in the future, although this time was originally set by him.

Lin Lin: Hehe.

At this time, Lin Lin was still too young and did not understand the principle that "if the fans are quiet, they must be up to something".

I don't know if it was the instructors having a change of heart or what, but today's training ended a little earlier than the previous days.

After everyone returned to their dormitories, Shen Qingzhu was called away by her younger brother.

Lin Lin quickly finished showering, changed into her pajamas, and slowly closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the Gods' Mental Hospital.