There was a strength meter on the side of the training ground. Liu Meng punched the strength meter with all her might. The number on the screen jumped quickly and finally stopped at 1203.
"That's what my fitness is like. My strongest hyper geno art has opened three gene locks. If you haven't reached that level yet, I can limit myself to one gene lock," Liu Meng said.
"No, just do your best. If you don't, it's pointless to win," Han Sen said, looking at the machine.
Liu Meng's eyes brightened, and he said, "Well said! If you are good with weapons, feel free to use them."
"My fists are no worse than a weapon," Han Sen said calmly.
"Okay, then I won't hold back."
Liu Meng's body was ablaze with red flames. He was like a man on fire, tearing through the air. He threw a punch towards Han Sen's face.
The friction between the flames and the air made a sizzling sound, and the fist with the red flames almost hit Han Sen's head.
Pang!
Han Sen threw a punch, and his fist collided with Liu Meng's. Silver lightning crackled around his fist, and when it came into contact with the flames, sparks flew everywhere.
The two of them took a step back at the same time, but in the next second, they stopped at the same time. The muscles on their bodies bulged, and a terrifying power burst out from them. Once again, they threw punches at each other.
Their fists collided in the air like lightning and fire. They were also incredibly fast. It was almost impossible to see the trajectory of their arms and fists. Lightning and fire kept exploding between the two of them. Neither of them took half a step back.
Annie watched the fight with a heavy heart. It would be bad if Han Sen hurt Liu Meng, but it wouldn't be good if Han Sen got hurt himself, either. She was worried.
Inside a room in the manor, an old man with blue hair and sea-like eyes was watching a video of Han Sen and Liu Meng.
Next to the blue-haired old man was a black-haired old man. The black-haired old man was watching the fight with interest.
If Han Sen still remembered, he would recognize this black-haired old man as the one he had vomited on in the bathroom.
"Old friend, who do you think will win this fight?" the blue-haired old man asked Zhuo Donglai, who was next to him.
"Your grandson is more talented than you were, and he has been taught by many demi-gods. He is the best of his age, but if I had to choose, I'd pick him to win," Zhuo Donglai said casually.
The blue-haired old man's eyes flashed with an imperceptible light, but he still said with a smile, "Why is that?
Do you think Han Sen's education and training are better than my grandson's?
Or is it because he is Mister Luo's heir?
As far as I know, Han Sen is Mister Luo's heir, but he has never practiced with Mister Luo. He has never practiced the Falsified-Sky Sutra. "
Zhuo Donglai knew the blue-haired old man's temper. Although Green looked like an elegant gentleman, Zhuo Donglai had known him for many years, and he knew that Green was more stubborn and competitive than anyone else in the world.
Although Green rarely fought with others, it didn't mean that he wasn't good at fighting. It was just that Green was arrogant and stubborn. He believed that the Lan Te Family's bloodline was noble and ordinary people weren't qualified to fight with them.
If Liu Meng had not invited Han Sen, who had the blood of the Luo family, but someone else, Green would have stopped the fight. He thought it would be beneath him to do such a thing, and that would have been very embarrassing.
Zhuo Donglai smiled and said, "The reason I said Han Sen would win is not because his surname is Luo. It has nothing to do with his blood or his knowledge of the Falsified-Sky Sutra. I just think Han Sen is the best of his generation."
"Better than my grandson?" Green turned around and asked Zhuo Donglai. He looked at him seriously.
In front of his old friend, Zhuo Donglai, Green did not hide his displeasure. He was not happy with what Zhuo Donglai had said, so he emphasized the words "my grandson."
Zhuo Donglai laughed and said, "Yes, my old friend. He is better than your grandson."
They had been friends for many years, so Zhuo Donglai did not hesitate to speak in front of Green. Plus, Zhuo Donglai had his own plans.
He was going to take Han Sen as a student, so there was no way he would admit that his student was worse than Green's grandson. They had been fighting since they were young, so there was no way he was going to admit he was weaker than Green's grandson.
Green was angry, but he maintained his elegance and said, "Okay, if that's what you think, then why don't we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Zhuo Donglai squinted his eyes.
"If Han Sen loses, then you have to accept my request and take Liu Meng as a student. You have to teach him the Purple Manor Sutra," Green said, looking at Zhuo Donglai with bright eyes.
Zhuo Donglai frowned and said, "Old friend, I remember telling you that it's not that I don't want to take him as a student. It's just that his body is not suitable for the Purple Manor Sutra."
"How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried?
Liu Meng is the best of the Lan Te family. I think he can do it. "
Green paused and then said, "If you have so much confidence in Han Sen and think he can win, then why don't you agree to my request?
Maybe you don't think Han Sen is that good. Maybe you just want to argue with me. Is that why you say he will win? "
Zhuo Donglai knew Green well, and Green knew Zhuo Donglai too well. What he said might not have been useful to other people, but Green did not believe Zhuo Donglai would back down in front of him.
"Of course Han Sen will win." Just as Green expected, Zhuo Donglai was not going to back down.
"In that case, what do you have to worry about?
It's settled, "Green said with a smile.
"Wait! Don't be so hasty.
If Han Sen loses, I can take Liu Meng as a student and teach him the Purple Manor Sutra. But what if he loses?
What do you want, old friend? "Zhuo Donglai squinted his eyes and looked at Green.
"You can take whatever you want from my collection. Haven't you been drooling over them for a long time?" Green laughed.
Zhuo Donglai waved his hand and said, "Those collections are good, but they are not as valuable as my Purple Manor Sutra."
"What do you want?" Green asked Zhuo Donglai.
"The Angel's Wheel," Zhuo Donglai said.
Green's face changed, and he looked at Zhuo Donglai without speaking.