Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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“Ding-dang-dang-dang-dang—!”

All three of them looked shocked.

He actually... blocked the entire damage assessment of the ultimate move frame by frame using the most basic "block"!

And every single block was a perfect block!

What an amazing reaction speed!

When the beam of light dissipated, "Fighter Long" stood unharmed in place, slowly retracting his blocking stance.

Lin Mo did not use any more skills, but simply controlled "Fighter Ryu" to walk step by step in front of "Demon Mech" and stretched out a hand.

That's the simplest one, a light punch.

"PERFECT!"

The initial character on the screen, wearing a white taekwondo uniform, is still at full health.

The temple was deathly silent.

Lin Mo slowly lowered the controller, let out a soft sigh of relief, and said with a smile:

"It seems I won."

Chapter 50 Parting

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the dojo and fell on the spotless floor.

Lin Mo had just finished washing up and came out of the guest room.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes, still looking calm and composed, as if that earth-shattering 1V3 duel had never happened.

I spent the whole night with the old man and the others yesterday, and it got too late, so Banggu let them stay overnight.

It's worth mentioning that Bang's gaming skills are indeed quite good. Apart from being outmatched by Lin Mo, he almost completely overwhelmed Saitama and Genos.

Saitama could initially defeat Genos, but once Genos became more skilled, Saitama was no match for him...

Who told Saitama to just keep using that same random, "wild punch" style of pressing buttons from beginning to end...?

Saitama is sitting to the side with a bitter expression on his face.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, staring blankly at a piece of wood grain on the floor, exuding an aura of decadence as if he had burned out.

“I…I actually lost…lost so completely…” he murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief.

This was even more unbearable than the emptiness he felt when facing monsters he could defeat with a single punch.

He couldn't even beat Genos...

Bang wore a wry smile and a sense of relief. What seemed like a game duel last night had actually given him a glimpse into the skill levels of the three players.

Mr. King had nothing to say. Bang sighed inwardly.

His incredible reflexes, keen perception, and ability to predict the course of the battle were almost perfect.

It's hard to imagine that such perfect combat wisdom could be concentrated in one person.

Bang even felt that if King's fighting style were transformed into martial arts, it would reach a level that no other school of thought could achieve.

"Speaking of which, wasn't there a 'KING style' technique before?" Bang thought to himself, "Looks like I'll have to make an appearance..."

Although it was Genos's first time meeting him, he truly lived up to his reputation as an S-class cyborg hero.

His learning ability and adaptability are amazing, and his performance data is quite good. However, he is still a little green in terms of tactical awareness and experience.

As for Saitama… Bang’s lips twitched involuntarily.

This guy has absolutely no ability to assess the situation in battle!

He recalled the scene from last night when Saitama was gripping the controller, eyes wide, and fingers frantically pressing all the buttons, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

That's not fighting, that's just messing with the controller.

However, Bangu quickly smiled with satisfaction again.

With a simple mind, free from distractions, and unbound by fixed moves and routines, isn't this the perfect person to cultivate the "Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist"?

This guy's physical abilities are already at their peak; what he lacks is precisely the skill to guide this immense power.

Become my disciple obediently, Saitama-kun...

Just then, Lin Mo strolled over, breaking the silence on the field.

"Alright, you three, I should head back now." Lin Mo's voice was gentle and calm.

He smiled and bowed to Bangu: "All good things must come to an end. Thank you for your hospitality yesterday, Mr. Bangu."

Banggu snapped out of his reverie, quickly waving his hand with sincere respect on his face:

"Not at all, I should be thanking Mr. King for his guidance. If Mr. King doesn't mind, you are welcome to come back anytime. The doors of the dojo are always open for you."

"Definitely." Lin Mo nodded, accepting the kindness.

After a brief farewell, the three left the dojo.

And so, with Bang and Chalan watching them go, Lin Mo led Saitama and Genos slowly out of the dojo.

Chalanzi finally breathed a sigh of relief only after the three figures completely disappeared around the street corner. He felt that he was even more careful with his breathing in front of these S-class heroes.

He leaned closer to his master and whispered, "Master, what kind of amazing skill did Mr. King show last night?"

"Why did you and Mr. Saitama react so strongly? I... I don't understand at all."

Bang didn't answer immediately, but slowly turned around and walked back into the dojo.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination and light.

“Chalanzi,” he said in a deep voice, “starting tomorrow, the basic training of all disciples in the dojo will be doubled.”

"Huh?" Chalanzi looked surprised and pointed to herself. "Master, the dojo... I'm the only disciple in the dojo!"

Bangu's gaze was sharp, as if piercing through his disciple's "confusion": "No, it's about starting anew."

"Let's start with the most basic standing meditation and breathing exercises. We still have so many shortcomings..."

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"Teacher, where are we going next?" Genos asked as always, following beside Saitama.

However, Saitama just waved his hand weakly, not even bothering to turn his head: "I... want to be alone for a while."

He looked up at the sky, sighed, and said, "I feel... I need to find a place to really think about life..."

With that, he started walking towards the no-man's-land of Z City, the place he knew best.

This time, the yellow combat suit and white cape no longer seemed so invincible; instead, they carried a hint of melancholy that only an "ordinary person" would have.

“Teacher…” Genos looked at his teacher’s back with concern, but ultimately did not follow.

He understood that what the teacher needed now was not protection and care, but personal space.

So he decided to return to Dr. Kusno's research institute to conduct a deeper analysis of last night's data. He vowed to find clues to becoming stronger so that he could do more.

And so, the S-class heroes parted ways. Lin Mo watched them each depart in their own direction, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Well then, I should head back.” King straightened his collar, pulled his hat brim down even lower, and walked toward the nearest intercity train station.

His home is in M ​​City, which is quite a distance from here.

The train traveled smoothly on the tracks, and the scenery outside the window rushed past, with the city's skyscrapers and the green fields of the suburbs passing by one after another.

Lin Mo chose a seat by the window, put on his headphones, and began to close his eyes and rest.

He was wearing a black baseball cap and a medical mask, completely covering his face.

This attire made him look no different from any other ordinary traveler.

He even appeared somewhat menacing because of the faintly visible scar running through his left eye, causing the surrounding passengers to subconsciously keep their distance from him.

This was just what he wanted.

He enjoyed the undisturbed tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Chapter 51 The Snowstorm of Hell

When the train reached a stop along the way, a commotion arose from the carriage doors.

Several burly men in black suits and sunglasses escorted a woman as she walked up.

The woman wore a tight-fitting black slit dress that perfectly outlined her graceful and powerful curves, while her short, dark green hair added to her capable and charming appearance.

She looked arrogant, her sharp gaze sweeping across the entire carriage.

"The Fubuki Group is on official business, all irrelevant people get out of the way!" The burly man at the head of the group rudely shooed away the passengers blocking the way.

The passengers in the carriage dared not speak out in anger and made way for each other.

The woman's gaze quickly settled on the row of seats where King was.

It's relatively spacious here, with a good view, and most importantly, it's quiet because it's only KING here.

She walked straight over with elegant steps, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor crisp and rhythmic.

Finally, she stopped next to KING's seat. The members of the Fubuki group next to her understood and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Hey, get up, we've reserved this seat."

Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, took off one earphone, and calmly raised his head to look at the owner of the voice.

"Hellish Snowstorm?"

Unexpectedly, he met her here... Lin Mo's heart remained completely calm.

He neither liked nor disliked this woman who was extremely obsessed with building a faction and whose lifelong goal was to surpass her monster sister, "Tornado of Terror."

She was just someone living in the enormous shadow of her sister, clumsily struggling in her own way.

Well... of course, except for Fubuki as depicted by Kiyotan-sensei, who genuinely likes that character.

Seeing that KING did not react, Fubuki frowned.