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"Hey, bald guy, you want to challenge me too?" Flash sneered. "I won't hold back."

"Oh, okay, the loser buys fruit juice and milk." Saitama happily set the bet.

Flash once again used his "flash serve," and the ball disappeared the instant it left his hand.

He was confident that the opponent would have no chance of catching the ball.

With a crisp sound, Saitama didn't even change his posture much, he just casually swung his racket, and the disappeared ball returned to Flash's table at an extremely tricky angle.

Flair's pupils contracted, and his body accelerated instantly, barely managing to return the ball before it hit the ground.

Saitama fought back again, just as casually and easily as ever.

"Bang." "Bang." "Bang."

No matter how fast Flash Sprint or how tricky the Instant Kill Technique Flash Slash was, Saitama simply stood still and casually returned the ball one by one.

A dozen minutes later, Flash was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, while Saitama hadn't broken a sweat at all.

"1-0." Saitama put down his racket. "You lost. Remember to buy me some juice and milk, okay?"

After saying that, he walked towards the game area and found Lin Mo, who was studying a new game.

The entire entertainment room was completely silent.

All the S-class heroes looked at Saitama's back with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

"What... happened just now?"

"Flash of the Light... was completely outmatched by a rookie in terms of speed?"

"Just who is that bald guy...?"

At that moment, Saitama was excitedly holding a game controller in his hand.

"Come on, King! Let's have a match! I'll show you my true strength!"

Chapter 92 An even more powerful KING?

An eerie silence descended upon the entertainment room.

If Saitama's defeat of Flashy Flash brought shock to the S-class heroes, then...

So, KING's effortless defeat of Saitama in the game gave them a new understanding of the term "the strongest on earth".

On the monitor, the huge gold lettering of "YOU WIN" contrasted sharply with KING's calm and composed face.

Meanwhile, Saitama, who had just been so imposing and claimed he would show KING his "true strength," was now slumped on the sofa with a look of utter despair, the controller slipping from his hand.

"How...how could this be...my combo...my ultimate move..."

Saitama muttered to himself, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

He was completely dominated by KING from start to finish in the fighting game he was most familiar with.

"Your moves are too direct and lack variety."

Lin Mo calmly put down the handle and picked up the still-warm glass of juice and milk next to him, a trophy he had just won from Saitama.

Hmm...it tastes pretty good.

“The intent behind each attack was too obvious. Although the reaction speed was fast, it was completely within my prediction.”

These words, spoken in a calm tone, were like a bombshell, causing a stir among the surrounding S-class heroes.

"Predicting...the teacher's reaction speed?!"

Genos was taking notes rapidly. "Does Mr. King mean that he can completely anticipate and outpace the teacher's reactions?"

"Are you kidding me?" The Tank Top Venerable wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:

"That bald guy just completely crushed Flash's speed! In the game, he was perfectly predicted by Mr. King?"

“This is a complete and utter crushing defeat.” Atomic Samurai’s voice was low and solemn, and the three disciples behind him did not dare to breathe.

As a master of swordsmanship, he could see the intricacies of the art better than anyone else.

“From beginning to end, that Saitama guy didn’t gain the slightest advantage. All his attacks and intentions seemed to be exactly what King had anticipated.”

"This is not a difference in operational skills at all, this is... a crushing defeat in terms of realm."

Bang, who had been observing closely, had an unprecedented glint in his cloudy old eyes and said:

“In the martial arts world, there are sayings like ‘listening to the sound to locate’ and ‘the mind and eyes being in harmony.’ But what Mr. KING has demonstrated has completely surpassed these.”

"The moment Saitama had that thought, Mr. King already knew the outcome. So, no matter how fast or strong he is, it's meaningless in front of Mr. King."

Bang's words caused all the heroes present to gasp in shock.

See through intentions! Predict the future!

"Has King's precognitive abilities become this terrifying...?"

Recalling KING's previous predictions about the meteorite crisis and alien invasion, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The expressions on everyone's faces went from shock to horror, and finally to a sense of obvious realization.

They even started to imagine that the so-called final boss was just a code name!

The discussion and battle between KING and Saitama just now was a secret strategic simulation about how to defeat a powerful monster!

The bald guy named Saitama is in charge of execution, while King is the commander who formulates the strategy!

"No wonder...no wonder Mr. King always manages to appear at the most crucial moments and end those dragon-level disasters..."

"So the roar of the Emperor's engine wasn't just a deterrent, but also the sound of his brain deducing the future?"

"This is terrifying... Just how high does this man stand... We may never have truly understood him."

Lin Mo, of course, was unaware of the S-class heroes' wild imaginations. Looking at Saitama, whose face had turned grayish-white on the sofa, he patted him on the shoulder with a sigh and comforted him:

"Hey, don't be so discouraged. It's just a game. You're so good at fighting monsters, it's normal that you're not good at this."

“No…it’s different…” Saitama raised his head, his eyes empty, filled with doubt about life.

"Killing monsters with one punch is so boring. But the game... I... I practiced so hard for so long, why..."

Seeing Saitama genuinely suffering from the game's defeat, Lin Mo was speechless.

What else could he say?

One can only sigh silently in one's heart: perhaps Saitama really doesn't have the talent for playing fighting games.

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The night is as deep as ink.

In the wooden corridor of the hot spring inn, only a few dim yellow lights emitted a faint glow in the silence.

All was silent, save for a few chirping insects coming from the distant mountains and forests.

Lin Mo lay on the soft tatami mat, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The carbonated drinks he had at the dinner party still seemed to be churning in his stomach, and the cloying sweetness in his mouth just wouldn't go away, making him extremely irritable.

In the end, he decided to get up and go to the vending machine in the courtyard to buy a can of iced sugar-free oolong tea to get rid of the sweetness in his mouth.

He quietly opened the Japanese paper door, put on his wooden clogs, and walked into the courtyard under the moonlight.

The night breeze was much cooler than the daytime breeze. It brushed against his cheeks, carrying a fresh scent of grass and trees after the rain, which calmed his somewhat agitated mood a little.

The vending machine stood alone in a corner of the courtyard, its dim light piercing the night, making it look somewhat lonely.

However, as Lin Mo approached, he discovered a massive, mountain-like black shadow standing before the light.

The figure was so imposing that the outline of his muscles was still clearly visible even in the dim light, like a perfect work of art sculpted from obsidian.

His signature, gleaming dark skin reflected a cold and dull hue under the moonlight.

It is the 11th in the S-class, "Chogokin Blacklight".

At this moment, he is completely different from the "shining" hero who always maintained a confident smile and wanted the whole world to admire his perfect muscles.

He just stood there quietly, his head bowed, his broad back looking somewhat desolate.

The moonlight cast his enormous shadow long, a shadow filled with an inescapable sense of loneliness and solitude.

He just stood there, neither inserting coins nor choosing any goods, staring blankly at his blurry reflection on the vending machine's glass panel, as if confronting a soul he didn't want to face.

Lin Mo slowed his pace, but the "click-clack" of his wooden clogs on the stone slabs was still exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

The huge black shadow trembled violently, like a frightened wild beast, and stiffly turned around.

Chapter 93 What makes you a hero?

"Is it... Mr. King?"

The voice of Chogokin Kuroko rang out, but it had lost its usual vibrant quality, becoming hoarse and deep.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep, so I came out to buy something to drink."

Lin Mo nodded, his expression calm and composed in the cool moonlight, showing no curiosity or curiosity about the black light.

This calm attitude actually made the highly tense Heiguang relax his nerves a little.

Lin Mo walked straight to the vending machine that emitted a faint light, took out a few coins from the wide sleeve of his bathrobe, and put them in. The crisp clinking sound echoed in the night.

Instead of choosing the carbonated beverage he had previously drunk, he pressed the button for iced oolong tea.

With a "clatter," a can of ice-cold beverage fell into the swivel, breaking the awkward silence between the two.

Blacklight let out a muffled groan from its throat, which was not clear in meaning, and then fell silent once again.

He slowly turned his head to one side, his massive body slightly tilted to the side, as if unwilling to let KING see the confused or weak expression on his face at this moment.

Lin Mo bent down to take out the beverage, pulled the tab on the can, and with a "hiss," the cool tea mist, carrying a faint fragrance, spread out.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The icy, slightly bitter liquid slid down his throat, instantly extinguishing the last trace of agitation and making his thoughts clearer in the night.

He didn't rush to leave, but leaned against a wooden pillar beside him, his gaze fixed on the silent, broad back of the figure in black light, and calmly asked:

"Are you still troubled by that previous battle?"

The massive body of the Super Alloy Blacklight shuddered violently as if struck by an electric current.