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His all-out attack couldn't even make his opponent sway.

"Wow, old man, that's amazing."

Saitama released his grip and exclaimed sincerely, "Your boxing style looks like a very impressive dance."

Bang gave a wry smile, withdrew his fist, and bowed deeply to Saitama.

"Thank you for your guidance, Saitama-kun. I... am completely convinced of my defeat." He showed no sign of frustration.

At that moment, his desire to recruit Saitama into his dojo and teach him the "Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist" grew even stronger.

Such a perfect piece of jade would be a waste if left uncarved!

After the sparring session ended, Bang caught his breath and turned his eyes to Lin Mo, who had been standing to the side the whole time.

He straightened his clothes and got into position.

“KING-san”.

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

"Please... enlighten me!"

Chapter 44 Best Support Genos

Bang's expression was more solemn than ever before. Having witnessed KING's handling of the meteorite, he naturally had no doubt about his abilities.

He wanted to see what the peak of the man hailed as "the strongest man on earth" looked like!

Lin Mo's heart was already in turmoil.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, but this only made the roar of the "Emperor Engine" sound even more powerful and resonant.

He slowly stood up from his seat, a simple action that he found exceptionally difficult.

His gaze swept over Bang's aged face, which was filled with expectation and fighting spirit, and then passed over him, drifting towards the big tree in the dojo courtyard.

He even wondered if he would get punched and sent flying, ending up hanging from that tree if a fight actually broke out.

“Master Bango…” Lin Mo finally spoke, his voice dry and hoarse from nervousness.

"I am not capable of 'sparring' with you."

This statement is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

This made Bang frown. Was he looking down on me?

Just as the atmosphere was about to become even more awkward, Genos, who was standing to the side, suddenly realized something as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.

He immediately stepped forward, standing between Lin Mo and Bang Gu, adopting an extremely respectful posture, and explained:

“Master Bang, please forgive my bluntness. You have misunderstood Mr. King’s meaning. For Mr. King, the concept of ‘sparring’ does not exist.”

"Oh?" Bang lowered his stance and looked intently at this rising S-class talent.

He wanted to hear what kind of explanation this cyborg, recognized by KING, could offer.

Genos watched the data stream flash by, and he analyzed in a rigorous tone: "There is a threshold for the output of power."

"My incineration cannon can adjust its power, your Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist can control its force, and even Saitama-sensei... might be able to barely control himself from killing someone."

“But Mr. King is different.”

Genos's words resonated deeply:

“Once the Emperor’s Engine is fully activated, the result will inevitably be destruction! He is not refusing to spar with you, but in order to protect you and this dojo, he cannot and does not want to take action.”

This seemingly reasonable explanation sent a chill down Bang's spine!

He recalled KING's golden net of light that covered the entire city and precisely annihilated all meteorite fragments.

The process of forcibly breaking down a power capable of destroying everything into countless parts is itself an incredibly difficult form of control!

Now, facing a one-on-one "sparring" session, he simply cannot compress that power to a level sufficient for "practice".

Any leak would be a catastrophic disaster for both myself and the temple!

"I understand." Bang's forehead was once again covered in cold sweat, and he completely dropped his stance.

Seeing this, Lin Mo felt the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart for so long finally lifted off his feet.

He mentally gave Genos a huge thumbs-up: "Well done, Genos!"

He decided to strike while the iron was hot and put an end to the topic altogether.

"System, raise my Spirit to 70!"

[Spirit +55, Energy Points Consumed 5500!]

In an instant, an indescribable coolness spread from the depths of Lin Mo's mind.

My thoughts, which had been somewhat muddled due to nervousness, instantly became clearer than ever before.

He could even "see" the completely different auras flowing between Bang and Genos.

Lin Mo slowly raised his right hand, extended a finger, and pointed at the ceramic teacup on the coffee table in front of him, where Cha Lanzi had just poured tea, from a distance of several meters.

"Look," Lin Mo said, uttering only one word.

All eyes were focused on that ordinary-looking teacup.

You could hear a pin drop inside the dojo.

Only the roar of the Emperor's engine continued.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a tiny, almost imperceptible crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the teacup that was quietly placed on the table.

If everyone present hadn't been extraordinary, they wouldn't have been able to discover it at all.

Then, with a soft "click," the crack spread from the rim of the cup all the way to the bottom.

The entire process involved no energy fluctuations and no external force contact.

"As expected! After the spiritual enhancement, I can use spiritual power! Although it is weak, it is enough!" Lin Mo was overjoyed, but on the surface he still had the calm and composed expression of a "strongman".

"This...this..." Chief disciple Cha Lanzi was so frightened that her whole body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

What was happening before his eyes was completely beyond his comprehension.

Awe gleamed in Genos's eyes: "The mere aftershocks of battle will are enough to interfere with matter... Is this the strongest realm on Earth...?"

"No moves are better than moves... Subduing the enemy without fighting..." Bangu murmured to himself, then bowed to Lin Mo.

"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. King. I have learned a great deal."

The crisis was finally resolved in a way that Lin Mo never expected and was perfect.

The huge weight that had been hanging over Lin Mo's heart lifted with a thud. Fearing that Bang or someone else might have another "sudden realization" and ask for "guidance" again, he immediately and somewhat awkwardly changed the subject:

One second they were discussing and exchanging blows, and the next they jumped to such a down-to-earth topic. This huge contrast stunned Bang and Genos.

"Yeah, yeah!" Saitama was the first to react. He touched his bald head, his eyes shining. "After all this talk, let's go eat hot pot! I know a new place nearby that has a beef special!"

“Teacher…” Genos looked at his teacher with some helplessness, but still immediately bowed and agreed.

"The teacher's suggestion is very constructive. After a series of battles (even though it was others fighting), replenishing energy is necessary."

Bangu snapped out of his daze, looked at the three powerful figures with such different personalities in front of him, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! That's right! You can't cultivate on an empty stomach!" Bangu swept away his previous seriousness and appeared extremely hearty.

"What new shop? Nothing beats home-grown food! I happen to have some excellent beef and vegetables here. If you don't mind, how about we have a hot pot meal right here in this dojo?"

"Oh! That's great!" Saitama was as happy as a child.

Lin Mo was overjoyed; finally, he no longer had to be so tense. He slowly sat down, nodded, and said:

Watching Bang and Chalan busy preparing ingredients, and Saitama and Genos enthusiastically discussing hot pot dipping sauces, Lin Mo leaned against a pillar and breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is gentle; it's quite nice.

Chapter 45 The Three Immortals Return to the Cave

The steam from the hot pot filled the dojo with a warm and cozy atmosphere.

The beef is cooked to perfection in the boiling broth, and when dipped in Bangu's special sauce, the delicious flavor bursts on the tongue.

Saitama's chopsticks danced almost in a blur, his mouth stuffed full, as he mumbled his praise, "Delicious! Grandpa, the beef here is even better than the discounted beef at that other place!"

Bangu smiled slightly and said, "Eat more if you like! For martial artists, replenishing the body's energy is fundamental!"

"I really miss those days. The dojo was so lively back then..."

Genos, as always, stood beside Saitama, analyzing the best time to blanch various ingredients, and then precisely placed them into his teacher's bowl.

"Teacher, according to my calculations, A5 grade Wagyu beef should be kept in the soup for 7.8 seconds to maximize its umami and tenderness."

Saitama slowed his chewing. He glanced at the meticulous Genos beside him, then suddenly seemed to remember something. After swallowing his food, he asked:

"You eat too... Ah, no, Genos, does your body even have a sense of taste right now?"

“Please don’t worry, teacher,” Genos said. “Dr. Kusno has taken into full consideration compatibility with daily life when designing this body, and has equipped me with a complete taste system and digestive system.”

After saying that, he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Lin Mo sat comfortably in his seat, slowly savoring his food, feeling quite relaxed.

After his mental strength improved, he could clearly perceive the emotional fluctuations of everyone—Saitama's pure joy, Genos's meticulousness, and Bang's ulterior motives.

To be honest, he quite liked the atmosphere. There were no weirdos, no world-ending crises, just friends, good food, and warm lighting.

This moment of tranquility was more precious to him than any increase in power.

After a satisfying hot pot meal, the chief disciple, Cha Lanzi, quickly cleared away the dishes and served freshly brewed fragrant tea.

Bang took a sip of tea, his gaze sweeping over the three of them with a hint of cunning.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a bad feeling creeping over him—no way, Grandpa, what new ideas does he have now?

"Everyone." Bang put down his teacup with a crisp, light sound, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

"Now that you've come to my 'Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist' dojo, how can you not experience the dojo's unique features?" His smile grew even brighter, carrying a hint of "malicious intent."

"We've eaten and drunk our fill, how about we play a little game to exercise our brains?"