When Han Sen arrived at the meeting place with Tang Zhenliu, he found that Fang Jingqi was also there. Tang Zhenliu warmly welcomed Han Sen into the living room.
After entering the living room, Han Sen saw a young man sitting quietly on the sofa. Seeing Han Sen come in, he just looked at Han Sen calmly and did not speak.
"Young Master Tang, why did you call me here?" Han Sen asked directly.
"Brother, take a look at this first." Tang Zhenliu did not answer Han Sen, but played a video first.
The scene was a fighting arena. A man in a fighting suit was surrounded by a group of people wearing masks. The moment he saw the man, although it was only a holographic image and not a real person in front of Han Sen, Han Sen still felt a chill in his heart.
Then, the video began. The man fought against a group of people and began a magnificent killing performance under the siege of a group of people.
It was indeed a killing performance. The holographic image lasted for a total of one minute and twenty-three seconds. The man in the fighting suit only held a dagger in his hand. He killed a total of thirty-four people, all with one strike. No one was spared, and no one could stand up after being hit by his dagger.
The man was like the Grim Reaper, casually reaping lives.
"This person looks like you." After Tang Zhenliu finished playing the holographic image, he looked at Han Sen and said.
"Not me," Han Sen said calmly.
"Of course not, but the way you attack is very similar. There is no warning before you attack, and you don't even feel a trace of danger. But when you attack, you are fast and ruthless, and the timing is perfect. You have a strong sense of foresight. You are both good at assassination," Tang Zhenliu looked at Han Sen and said.
Although Tang Zhenliu had not really fought with Han Sen, Tang Zhenliu was Tang Zhenliu after all. In the last game, Tang Zhenliu had seen enough.
"So what?" Han Sen frowned.
"This person is called Yi Dongmu. He is the grandson of a demigod elite, Senator Yi in the Senate. This year, he is the number one in the Tsar's Shelter. In other words, he is my opponent," Tang Zhenliu explained.
"What do you want me to do?
Fight with him?
Cripple him and prevent him from participating in the War of the Gods?
I'm sorry, but I don't have that kind of ability. "Han Sen spread his hands and said.
"Of course not. No matter what, he is Councilor Yi's grandson. Even we can't get close to him, let alone you.
It's even more impossible to assassinate him. In the Alliance, no matter where he goes, there will be many experts protecting him, whether in the open or in the dark. "
Tang Zhenliu looked at Han Sen and said, "We invited you here because we want you to imitate Yi Dongmu's moves and practice with us. To be honest, even I don't have the confidence to block his strange moves. You can help us get used to it."
"What benefits can I get?" Han Sen did not refuse and asked Tang Zhenliu.
Tang Zhenliu pondered for a moment and moved his lips, but no words came out.
They asked Han Sen to do such a thing, which was equivalent to asking Han Sen to teach them how to deal with himself. It was hard to say what the price would be. If it were a powerful person, they would never ask for such a thing. It was a serious provocation.
"What do you want? As long as we have the ability, we will try our best to satisfy you." Fang Jingqi said.
"One S-Class license of the Saint Hall." Han Sen thought for a moment and said.
"Deal."
Tang Zhenliu's straightforwardness made Han Sen feel like he was at a disadvantage. He thought maybe he should ask for two S-Class licenses of the Saint Hall.
However, Han Sen had always been a contented person. An S-Class license of the Saint Hall was already priceless. What he did was actually helping himself, because he might also meet Yi Dongmu.
"I have to make one thing clear. My moves are still not as good as Yi Dongmu's. Even if you can block my moves, you may not be able to block Yi Dongmu's moves." Han Sen said.
"I know. Here are some holograms of Yi Dongmu's moves. You can take a look at them first. After that, we will start. There is not much time left. We can only hope that we won't meet Yi Dongmu in the first round. Then we will have more time to practice."
Tang Zhenliu said and sat next to the quiet man on the sofa, letting Han Sen watch Yi Dongmu's holograms.
Han Sen watched the videos one by one. Obviously, these videos were not taken through official channels. Han Sen thought to himself that he had made the right choice to come here. If he met Yi Dongmu without knowing anything, he might die a horrible death.
Both of them were of the same type. However, Han Sen practiced by himself, while Yi Dongmu obviously had the guidance of a master. Therefore, Yi Dongmu's details were much better than Han Sen's. His skills were better, and his fitness seemed to be much better than Han Sen's.
As for beast souls, Han Sen was sure that Yi Dongmu's would not be worse than his. As the grandson of a demigod, Yi Dongmu was a member of the Senate. No matter which shelter Yi Dongmu went to, Yi Dongmu would definitely be able to get many good things for him.
Although time was tight, Tang Zhenliu, Fang Jingqi, and the quiet man did not urge Han Sen. They let Han Sen watch the videos over and over again.
Han Sen sometimes rewound a detail several times. The more he watched, the more he felt he had learned. With the same ability, he had learned a lot from Yi Dongmu. For Han Sen, these videos were even more precious than an S-Class license of the Saint Hall.
In less than four hours, Han Sen felt like he had been reborn.
However, after learning everything about Yi Dongmu, Han Sen unexpectedly found that Yi Dongmu's seemingly terrifying fighting style actually had subtle flaws. And these subtle flaws could only be detected by those who truly understood this fighting style.
Tang Zhenliu could not help but ask Han Sen, but was stopped by the quiet man. When Han Sen finished watching the videos, it was already night time. The sun had set.
"Let's begin," Han Sen stood up and said.
"Okay, let me see how good you are at Yi Dongmu's level." Tang Zhenliu led Han Sen into the special combat room in the villa.
Soon, Han Sen had a dagger in his hand. It was the same shape as Yi Dongmu's, but this dagger did not have a blade. It was a spring retractable dagger, so it could not hurt people.
In the way Yi Dongmu and Han Sen fought, they had to use all their strength. Otherwise, they would not be able to exert their full power. If they used a real dagger, Tang Zhenliu and the others were really afraid that they would be stabbed by Han Sen.
"Let's begin."
Tang Zhenliu stared at Han Sen and did not move away from Han Sen. What they wanted to practice was how to block Yi Dongmu's attacks when he got close to them.