Han Sen had been worried about how he could convince Li Xinglun and Philip. Now that Qi Xiuwen had volunteered to work with them, Han Sen was happy to save himself some effort.
Convincing Li Xinglun and Philip was not going to be easy. At the very least, he had to figure out a way to solve the problem of the silver beetle. Otherwise, neither Li Xinglun nor Philip would attack the royal shelter again.
Han Sen returned to the Alliance, where Daphne was still under repair. This made him wonder if he would ever have the chance to go on a mission again.
The beetle was crawling around in a cage that Han Sen had made, but it moved very slowly.
Han Sen watched it for a while, wondering if this was a crystallizer invention or if it was a crystallizer life form.
If it was a crystallizer technology, Han Sen could not see the use of such a weak thing.
If it was a crystallizer life form, how could the crystallizers, who had created such a brilliant civilization, not possess high intelligence?
Han Sen had read many books about the crystallizers, but he could not find any examples of the beetle.
"Are you still watching?
Have you figured out where this little thing came from? "Ji Yanran walked in and sat next to Han Sen, looking at the beetle on the table.
"No, I have no clue."
Han Sen shook his head and looked at Ji Yanran. He smiled and said, "My Captain, how come you have time to visit me today?"
"Don't be mad. I have been busy lately. I am sorry, but I know you are the best."
Ji Yanran reached out her hands and pinched Han Sen's cheeks. She smiled and said, "Your skin is so good that even women are jealous. What kind of medicine did you take? Give me some, too."
"There is no such thing as a miracle pill." Han Sen shrugged helplessly.
"I don't believe you. You didn't take any medicine, and you didn't wear any perfume. Where does your body smell come from?
Don't tell me a stinky man can smell good. "
Ji Yanran's small face approached Han Sen's neck. She gently sniffed a few times. Suddenly, she felt a faintly discernible fragrance enter her nose. It was indescribably refreshing.
Han Sen was about to say something, but he suddenly shivered. Ji Yanran stuck out her little tongue and licked his neck quickly. She pinched his chin and teased, "Little beauty, tell me the truth quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel."
"Hmph, I would rather die than submit." Han Sen said righteously.
"Then don't blame me for being heartless."
Ji Yanran bit down on Han Sen's neck. She bit down, leaving a row of teeth marks on Han Sen's neck and cheeks. Finally, she sealed Han Sen's mouth with her red lips.
…
Han Sen refreshed himself and practiced the Dual sword skill in the training room for a while. Then he logged on to the Skynet and entered the official fighting platform.
It had been a long time since he last logged on. This time, no one kept inviting him to battle. It seemed that they had all given up. After all, no one would have the patience to wait for a few months without any results after waiting for so long.
Han Sen chose to be randomly matched and was soon matched with an opponent.
When the person saw Han Sen's ID, he was dazed. When he realized who it was, he was overjoyed. His first reaction was to send a group message to his friends, "Guys, I have been matched with Kill Dollar. Come and see."
"Holy sh * t, for real?"
"Wang, you are not lying to me, are you?"
"Coming right now."
"Is it really that Dollar?"
Immediately, many people entered the room to watch. When they saw Han Sen's ID, they were overjoyed and quickly sent messages to their friends.
"Guys, come and see. Dollar is here again."
"Dollar is here again. Come quickly."
…
One told ten, and ten told a hundred. Soon, the platform was full of people.
Han Sen thought he could fight in peace after such a long time. However, he had only been matched with one opponent, and before the countdown ended, the platform was full of people again.
When the countdown ended, Han Sen and the person entered the arena together. When the person saw Han Sen, he said directly, "Dollar, although I like your fighting style, I will not go easy on you. I will try my best to beat you. That is the greatest respect I can give you."
"That's good." Han Sen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was just a virtual fight. Was there a need to be so arrogant?
After the person finished speaking, he threw a punch at Han Sen. The punch was very fast and carried a strong sense of momentum.
"Little Punch. Not bad." Han Sen moved his feet and dodged the punch.
The Little Punch was a fist technique based on the punch in Sanda. Although it wasn't as fast as the Jab, the Little Punch was the most important. A set of Little Punch combinations could often beat the opponent until they had no power to fight back and could only passively defend.
"Haha, Dollar, you fell for it. I am not practicing Little Punch. I am practicing Mechanical Fist."
After that, the person's whole body began to move. It was as if his entire body had become a killing weapon. His fists, feet, back, head, elbows, hips, legs, and knees had all become terrifying weapons. He launched an all-around attack at Han Sen.
Han Sen was slightly surprised. He did not expect to encounter a master of Mechanical Fist. Although Mechanical Fist was one of the most popular boxing styles in the modern era, it was difficult to learn and master. It required a high level of fitness and familiarity with the user, so there were not many true masters of Mechanical Fist.
Mechanical Fist was about using the body as a machine. Using the machine to its fullest potential, no matter which part of the body it was, it could be used in a fight.
Han Sen had even seen a video of a Mechanical Fist master killing an opponent of the same level with only a strand of hair. It was a very strange skill.
At first, Han Sen thought this guy, whose ID was Dancer, was a bit frivolous. He thought he would practice some more aggressive martial arts, but he did not expect Mechanical Fist to be so delicate and strange.
Dancer's whole body kept attacking, and the violence of his attacks was incomparable to other boxing styles.
When the fist moved, the elbow moved. When the elbow moved, the shoulder moved. When the shoulder moved, the body moved. When the body moved, the fist moved. When the fist moved, the elbow moved. When the elbow moved, the shoulder moved. When the shoulder moved, the body moved. When Dancer was close to Han Sen, his attacks were almost non-stop.
Faced with such a crazy and weird attack, Han Sen had no choice but to fall back again and again. He kept dodging Dancer's attacks.
"What a powerful Mechanical Fist. Who is that Dancer? He is so strong that Dollar can't even fight back."
"You don't know him?
He won third place in the Alliance's evolver boxing competition. Mechanical Fist must be amazing. "
"That strong?"
"There are no weaklings in sacred-blood aristocrats. Anyone who can match Dollar must be a master."
Dancer was secretly proud. This was exactly what he wanted. If he could beat Dollar, he would be even more famous.
However, if Dancer wanted to make a name for himself, it was not a matter of vanity. His family ran a dojo, and what they taught was Mechanical Fist. Dancer just wanted to use this opportunity to make Mechanical Fist and his dojo famous.