Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

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A gentle sea breeze was blowing, and the sun was shining brightly.

His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were slightly narrowed as he admired the magnificent view where the sea and sky met in the distance.

The matter at the House of Evolution has come to an end. Dr. Genus has a clone keeping an eye on things, and Armored Gorilla and Mosquito Girl have been sent to the Monster Association in Z City. There shouldn't be any trouble for the time being.

So Han Sen decisively took a break.

After risking their lives for the Monster Association for so long, what's wrong with enjoying yourself a bit?

(Sydkes: You're talking nonsense...)

"Ding-dong—" The doorbell rang.

With a thought, Han Sen unleashed a pale blue "telekinesis," and the door to the presidential suite opened automatically.

A man who was 1.85 meters tall, wearing a black vest, with slightly dark skin but bulging muscles, walked in.

His face was cold and hard, and the three hideous scars above his left eye added to his fierce appearance. He exuded a chilling sense of oppression as he walked.

He is the strongest man on Earth—

Clearly, Han Sen wasn't the only one who had rapidly grown stronger over the past three months.

Saitama-style training has yielded remarkable results!

King's current strong and robust physique is no less impressive than that of bodybuilders.

But his aura of keeping strangers at bay and the hint of weariness deep in his eyes made him look more like someone who had just survived from hell.

Its unique "Emperor Engine" has been unexpectedly enhanced to an epic level. Now, with just a little concentration, the roar from the depths of one's heart is like a heavy drumbeat, enough to make ordinary people dizzy and their eardrums hurt!

"Hey, King, you're here." Han Sen took off his sunglasses, smiled, and waved to greet him.

"Hmm." King forced a signature dignified smile and nodded, already used to Han Sen using his superpowers to open doors from a distance.

Because of his congenital facial paralysis, this smile looks a bit stiff and could easily scare three or five passing children to tears.

King walked to the beach chair next to Han Sen and lay down, his movements showing signs of overwork and soreness. He picked up a sports drink and gulped down a few mouthfuls, then let out a long breath, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

Seeing King's strained appearance, Han Sen asked knowingly, "How's it going? Did you finish your workout for today?"

King put down his drink, his deep voice sounding somewhat tired: "There's only one more 10 kilometers to go, and today's training is pretty much over."

As he spoke, his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

Seeing that although he was tired, his breathing was still steady, Han Sen raised an eyebrow and praised him, "Not bad, it seems that you have fully adapted to this training intensity. Remember to keep it up."

King: "..."

He wanted to say, "I don't want to keep it at all," but he swallowed the words back and instead asked the question that had been bothering him: "Han Senjun, I've been wanting to ask you this for a month now."

"The training seems to be less and less effective now, and my body seems to have gotten used to it. Do I really not need to increase the amount of exercise?"

"unnecessary."

Han Sen crossed his arms at lightning speed, making a "Damn" cross in front of his gleaming pectoral muscles.

That's exactly the amount of exercise I'm looking for; too much...

It won't work!

Chapter 67 Good intentions

"Compared to pure muscle training, what you are doing now is more like a mental trial."

Han Sen patted King on the shoulder with a confident tone, his eyes radiating the self-assured light of a success guru: "Keep your desire, keep that passion that refuses to be mediocre, and persevere. I believe you will definitely reap unexpected rewards!"

After a bowl of carefully prepared chicken soup was poured down his throat, King's expression indeed eased considerably.

It wasn't that I believed I could get much stronger; it was mainly because I heard that I didn't need to increase my training volume, and the feeling of relief was genuine.

"Alright, that's enough rest," Han Sen said, standing up and stretching, his bones making a series of fine popping sounds. "Let's go, let's go to the beach to continue training! I'll go with you!"

King: "..."

—What kind of devil are you? I've only been lying down for less than a minute, okay?

Sunshine, beaches, bikinis...

These beautiful words automatically replaced in his mind with sweat, exhaustion, and Han Sen's devilish smile.

Moments later, on the beach of the Gold Coast.

Han Sen was wearing beach shorts and shirtless. His perfect muscles gleamed healthily in the sunlight, attracting many subtle or bold glances.

King was still wearing his signature black base layer T-shirt and hooded cardigan sweatshirt, but his expression was somewhat resigned to his fate.

He silently pulled up his hood, trying to hide his strong face that seemed to say, "I'm tired, don't mess with me."

"The training environment here is really good. The air is fresh and the sand is soft, which helps relieve joint pressure."

Han Sen patted King on the shoulder and pointed to the golden coastline that seemed to stretch to the horizon: "King, you can begin now."

King: "..."

He felt his knees starting to ache.

Just as King took a deep breath, preparing to grit his teeth and start running, two tall, hot beauties wearing revealing bikinis walked over with charming smiles.

For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with a sweet, cloying perfume scent.

"Hey, you two handsome guys, mind if we hang out together?"

One of the beauties, a cold and aloof type with long, wavy golden hair and fair, glowing skin, took the initiative to speak. Her captivating eyes looked at Han Sen without any attempt to hide their gaze, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Another beautiful woman with straight black hair, a slightly aloof demeanor, and a healthy tan complexion also curiously observed the two of them.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on King's exceptionally robust muscles, honed by years of training, seemingly intimidated by his fierce aura. Then, she turned to Han Sen, a hint of barely perceptible amazement and curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Han Sen was there to relax and unwind, so he naturally wouldn't refuse such a beautiful encounter that came to him on his own initiative.

To be fair, thanks to a certain doujinshi artist, every random beautiful woman in this world is more eye-catching and outstanding than the last.

For example, these two in front of him, especially the one with long black hair, made Han Sen's body tremble at first sight.

—Jerusalem?

Han Sen smiled lazily and playfully, then casually extended his arms and gently embraced the two unsuspecting beauties, eliciting coquettish murmurs and soft laughter from them.

“Of course not, ladies,” Han Sen’s voice was uniquely magnetic, deep and pleasant, “It is my honor to spend this beautiful afternoon with you.”

His gaze swept over the two beautiful women, showing both appreciation and propriety, displaying the charm and demeanor of a mature man.

King watched in stunned silence, his mouth slightly agape beneath his hood.

—This guy…is he this skilled and smooth at picking up girls?!

The blonde, wavy-haired beauty blushed slightly at Han Sen's unique masculine aura and perfectly timed intimacy, giggling as she leaned softly against him: "Handsome, you're so good with words~~ My name is Alice, and this is my best friend, Tifa."

Upon hearing the two names, Han Sen's body trembled once more.

—No, you guys really are?

Got it, I'm going to dye my hair blonde!

Tifa, with her straight black hair, stiffened slightly when she was embraced, but she felt that the force from Han Sen's arm was not rough, but a gentle one with a sense of control, and her cheeks flushed.

She smiled slightly at Han Sen as a greeting, her voice carrying a hint of coolness: "Hello, handsome~~"

You can call me Claude.

King: ? ? ?

As Han Sen spoke, he turned around and familiarly put his arm around the two bikini-clad beauties, leading them to a nearby beach chair under a parasol. He settled them on the comfortable chairs and said, "Although the afternoon sun is not nearly as hot as yours, proper sun protection is still essential."

He magically produced two bottles of high-end-looking sunscreen oil from his pocket and said with a smile, "Would you like a professional full-body sunscreen oil skincare spa package? Since you're two beautiful ladies, I can give you a 1% discount!"

(Poch: That's right!)

"Oh, Claude, you're actually charging me?"

Alice feigned surprise, covering her mouth with her small hand, her bright, sparkling eyes captivating.

Tifa smiled and said, "Exactly, handsome, can you give me a discount?"

Seeing Han Sen surrounded by two beautiful beach girls, King stood there, initially feeling indignant—

Why is it that Han Sen gets to have women on both sides while I have to run around like a dog?

But then I thought about it again and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he chose to stay at home because he was neither good at nor fond of social situations.

Just as the saying goes—

No one will help me achieve my lofty ambitions; I can't possibly reach them anyway.

Besides, those two fiery and passionate fairies weren't his type.

"I still prefer girls who are more traditionally gentle and kind, wait... I understand...!"

Looking out from under the parasol not far away, Han Sen had already begun applying sunscreen to one of the beauties, eliciting bursts of silvery laughter from her from time to time.

A sudden realization and a strange sense of emotion welled up in King's eyes.

"Han Senjun... wanted me to focus on completing the training without being distracted by these external temptations, so he deliberately sacrificed himself to divert their attention!"

He clenched his fists.

"That's... truly thoughtful!"

In that instant, King felt a warm, fiery current rise in his chest.

My body, which had just been a little tired from doing squats, push-ups and sit-ups, somehow became full of explosive power again!

He took a deep look at Han Sen's self-sacrificing figure, then resolutely put on his hood and, under the scorching sun, began to run at a steady and high speed far exceeding his usual pace between the blue waves and white sand, each step embodying a firm belief!

In the shade under the parasol, Han Sen was enjoying the company of beautiful women and the delicate touch of their fingertips when he suddenly looked up as if he had sensed something.

His gaze pierced through the sunglasses, looking at King's seemingly tireless running figure, accurately capturing the rhythm of King's steps, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The aura of a king...

Chapter 68 Sweet Mask

Although there was no change in appearance, Han Sen clearly felt that King's aura had grown much stronger in an instant.

It's roughly a progression from being a "wolf's shame"—being subdued by a few ordinary people in a one-on-one fight—to being a "wolf among wolves."

Although it may seem like a small change, it is actually a transformative leap for someone who used to be lazy and physically weak!

So, is this the power of "idealism," or "will"?

Although it is unknown what triggered King, he has indeed experienced a substantial increase in power.

"Can humans also evolve in leaps and bounds like freaks? What a bizarre world..."

The next moment, my thoughts were interrupted by the soft, jade-like touch in my hand and the delicate moans of the beauty in my ear.

"Ah, that feels so good~ Claude, your technique is so professional! Even better than the masseuses at those high-end spas!" Alice let out a satisfied moan, her voice sweet.

"Yes, my skin feels so smooth after the massage! Could we... invite you to our hotel room tonight for another deep massage?"

Tifa blushed and boldly extended the invitation, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"At night..."

Han Sen snapped out of his daze, hesitated for a moment, then declared righteously, "This is asking me to abandon my brothers, my beloved family and friends!"

"How could I do such a thing!"

Alice blinked her big, watery eyes and pouted her sexy red lips: "Ah... is it not okay? But that gentleman looks very strong, he probably doesn't need you to stay with him the whole time, right?"

"No, what I mean is..." Han Sen felt his fingertips sliding across the delicate skin, the concentrated pressure beneath the skin almost making the bones of the two bikini-clad beauties melt. Only then did he slowly grin, revealing a set of snow-white teeth:

"You have to pay more!"

"Huh~~?"

"You're so naughty... I love it~~"

King ran silently along the long coastline of J City, his hooded sweatshirt and black T-shirt soaked with sweat.

Meanwhile, Hansen had already made plans with two bikini-clad beauties—Alice and Tifa—to see the world tour of the hottest idol superhero, "Sweet Mask," that evening.