With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 452 "Imperial Bulwark" Guild Headquarters

Sato thought for a moment and asked, "Are you confident?"

Hattori paused for a few seconds, then said, "If he doesn't have any special anti-stealth methods, I'm about 80% sure."

Kobayashi Hikaru adjusted his glasses and added, "According to intelligence, Lin Tian has a skill that can reveal stealthy units in the vicinity. However, that skill has a cooldown and a limited range. If we can get Hattori-kun to approach after he uses the skill..."

Sato nodded.

"Then it's settled."

He walked back to his seat and sat down cross-legged again.

"In the first wave, Yamamoto will charge head-on. Your task is to draw fire and force him to use his skills."

Yamamoto Tatsuno nodded with a bitter face.

"In the second wave, Chishima harassed him with hidden weapons from the flank, forcing him to use his second skill."

Chishima Rin nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

"For the third wave, wait until he uses up his skills, then Hattori-kun will approach from behind. If you miss the first attack, retreat immediately and don't linger in the fight."

Hattori Hanji nodded slightly.

"Finally," Sato looked at his twin swords, his fingers gently tracing the blades, "when he's completely out of options to save himself, I'll go in myself."

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with a cold killing intent.

"Let him see what [Shadow Dance Dual Swords] is all about."

Kobayashi Hikaru pushed up his glasses, his smile deepening.

"This plan is good. But there's still one problem."

Sato looked at him.

"What's the problem?"

Kobayashi Hikaru said, "How can we guarantee that he will follow our rhythm? What if he discovers our ambush from the beginning, or directly uses a large-scale AOE attack to cover the entire area, preventing us from approaching in batches?"

Sato remained silent for a few seconds.

"Then we'll have to rely on improvisation."

He looked at Kobayashi Hikaru.

"You've always been good at this. You'll be in charge of on-site command and adjusting tactics according to the actual situation."

Kobayashi Hikaru nodded slightly.

"clear."

Sato stood up and walked to the window.

The windows of the private room were covered by heavy curtains, obscuring the view outside. But he could almost see through those curtains a distant, non-existent enemy.

"Lin Tian..." he murmured, a hint of barely perceptible excitement in his voice, "Let me see just how strong you really are."

Chishima Rin sheathed her dagger and stood up.

"Guild Master, if we successfully kill Lin Tian this time, our Dark Raven Group's reputation will resound throughout the entire Newbie Continent."

Sato did not turn around.

"Reputation doesn't matter," he said. "What matters is proving that I am the strongest."

Yamamoto Tatsuno muttered under his breath, "That's an SSS-rank talent..."

Sato gave a cold laugh.

"So what if it's SSS rank? If I get close, you'll still die."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Is everything ready?"

Xiao Linguang nodded.

Hattori Hanji nodded slightly in the shadows.

Chishima Rin curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Yamamoto Tatsuno nodded with a bitter expression.

Sato withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

"Then let's wait for the match to start."

He walked back to his seat, sat cross-legged again, and closed his eyes.

His fingers began tapping on the table again.

The room fell silent.

Only the rhythmic knocking echoed in the dimly lit private room.

Time passed by, second by second.

......

At the same time.

Another level 3 main city.

Iron Curtain City

The eastern part of the city is the headquarters of the "Imperial Bulwark" guild.

In the top-floor conference room, six people sat around a huge oak round table.

The walls were covered with various maps and intelligence documents, and a magical fireplace in the corner was burning brightly, making the whole room warm and cozy.

Marcus DuPont sat in the head seat, his tall and imposing figure filling the large leather chair to the brim.

He was wearing his signature half-plate armor, his bare arms bulging with muscles, and he was sitting with his legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his blue eyes full of mockery.

Catherine Morgan sat to his right, her fiery red, tight-fitting leather armor accentuating her curvaceous figure.

She toyed with the long whip in her hand, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.

Vincent Vanderbilt leaned against the shadows in the corner, looking as if he might disappear into the darkness at any moment.

He was dressed in light, dark gray armor, with a thin face but exceptionally sharp eyes. He was holding an intelligence scroll in his hand, carefully flipping through it.

Jack Carnegie sat to Marcus's left, his sturdy frame like a moving wall.

He wore heavy plate armor, had a buzz cut, and a round face, looking honest and simple, but the occasional glint of shrewdness in his eyes told him he was no ordinary character.

Isabella Ford sat next to Catherine, wearing an ice-blue mage robe, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her face aloof.

A miniature ice magic circle floated in front of her, being manipulated intermittently, and the surrounding temperature was several degrees lower than elsewhere.

Roderick Stanford sat in the seat closest to the door, dressed as a hunter with a longbow slung over his back.

He wasn't tall, but he had sharp eyes and was staring at the map on the wall, seemingly deep in thought.

Marcus took a sip of whiskey and then slammed the glass down on the table.

"Have you heard?" he began, his voice rough and booming. "Those guys from Japan, especially that arrogant Kenichi Sato, spent a fortune setting up some kind of trap before the first round of preliminaries, and what happened?"

He grinned, revealing a mocking smile.

"Turns out he's not even in the same competition zone as Lin Tian! Hahahaha!"

Catherine was the first to agree, laughing so hard she almost flung her whip out of her hand.

"Oh God, I've been laughing about this all day! You didn't see the intelligence they sent back—that arrogant bastard Sato gathered everyone in Crimson Moon City, laid out a three-day plan with ambushes and traps, only to find Lin Tian nowhere to be seen when they got to the arena!"

Jack Carnegie smiled憨厚ly, but his tone was clearly sarcastic.

"I heard they spent at least 500,000 gold coins setting up those traps. 500,000! Just like that, it went down the drain."

Isabella's lips curled slightly upward, her tone cool: "That's how people from Japan are; they like to complicate simple things. They insist on having some kind of 'perfect plan,' but they haven't even figured out the most basic information—they're not even sure which region Lin Tian will enter."

Vincent emerged from the shadows and tossed the intelligence scroll he was holding onto the table.

"Breaking news. Sato's gang reunited after the first round. According to our informant in Scarlet Moon City, they're plotting something again."