The next morning, sunlight streamed through the dojo's windows, illuminating the impeccably clean floor.
Lin Mo had just finished washing up and emerged from the guest room.
Dressed in simple casual clothes, he still exuded an air of calm composure, as if the earth-shattering 1v3 duel had never happened.
After playing with the old man and the others all night yesterday, it was too late, so Bang Gu had them stay over.
It's worth mentioning that Bang Gu's gaming skills were indeed excellent; aside from being completely outmatched when facing Lin Mo, he almost completely dominated Saitama and Genos.
Saitama initially managed to beat Genos, but once Genos's operations became more proficient, Saitama was out of the picture... What else could be expected when Saitama kept mashing buttons like a 'wild turtle puncher' from beginning to end? Now, Saitama sat to the side, looking utterly dejected.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes vacant as he stared at a wood grain on the floor, emanating an aura of complete burnout.
"I... I actually lost... lost so thoroughly..." he murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.
This was even harder to accept than the emptiness he felt when facing monsters he could defeat with a single punch.
He couldn't even beat Genos...
Bang Gu's face showed a hint of a wry smile and relief.
Last night's seemingly innocent game duel actually allowed him to glimpse the skill levels of the three.
There was nothing more to say about Mr. KING.
Bang Gu sighed inwardly.
His uncanny reflexes, keen perception, and ability to predict the flow of the entire battle had almost reached a state of perfection.
It was hard to imagine such perfect combat intelligence concentrated in one person.
Bang Gu even felt that if Mr. KING's fighting style were to be transformed into martial arts, it would be a realm unattainable by any other school.
"By the way, wasn't there a 'KING Style' move before?" Bang Gu thought to himself, "It seems I need to make a trip..."
Although Genos was experiencing it for the first time, he was indeed an S-Class cyborg hero.
His displayed learning ability and adaptability were astonishing, and his various ability statistics were quite good; only in tactical literacy and experience did he still seem a bit green.
As for Saitama... Bang Gu's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This guy had no battle judgment at all, did he?!
He recalled Saitama holding the controller last night, eyes wide, fingers mashing all the buttons in a furious storm, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
That wasn't fighting; that was purely an assault on the controller.
However, Bang Gu quickly broke into a relieved smile again.
A simple mind, free from distractions, unconstrained by fixed moves and routines—wasn't this the perfect talent for cultivating the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist!
This guy's physical prowess was already at its peak; what he lacked was precisely the technique to guide this immense power.
"Be my disciple, Saitama-kun..."
Just then, Lin Mo strolled over, his appearance breaking the silence in the room.
"Alright, gentlemen, it's time for me to head back," Lin Mo's voice was gentle and calm.
He smiled and bowed to Bang Gu: "All good things must come to an end. Thank you, Mr. Bang Gu, for your kind hospitality yesterday."
Bang Gu snapped out of his thoughts, quickly waved his hand, his face full of sincere respect:
"Not at all, it is I who should thank Mr. KING for his guidance. If Mr. KING doesn't mind, you are welcome to visit me anytime; the dojo's doors are always open for you."
"Certainly," Lin Mo nodded, accepting the goodwill.
After a simple farewell, the three left the dojo.
And so, under the watchful eyes of Bang Gu and Charanko, Lin Mo, accompanied by Saitama and Genos, slowly walked out of the dojo.
It wasn't until the backs of the three completely disappeared around the street corner that Charanko finally let out a huge sigh of relief; he felt as if he had to breathe carefully in front of these S-Class Heroes.
He leaned closer to his master and whispered, "Master, Mr. KING... what kind of divine skill did he display last night?"
"Why were you and Mr. Saitama so surprised? Why... did I not understand it at all?"
Bang Gu didn't answer immediately; he simply turned around slowly and re-entered the dojo.
After a long moment, he finally let out a slow breath, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination and brilliance.
"Charanko," he said in a deep voice, "Starting tomorrow, all disciples' basic training at the dojo will be doubled."
"Huh?" Charanko was full of surprise, pointing to himself, "Master, the dojo... the dojo only has one disciple, me!"
Bang Gu's gaze was piercing, as if it penetrated his disciple's "confusion": "No, it's a fresh start."
"Starting from the most basic stance and breathing. Our shortcomings, there are still so many..."
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"Teacher, where are we going next?" Genos asked, as always, walking beside Saitama.
However, Saitama at this moment just waved his hand weakly, not even bothering to turn his head: "I... I want to be alone for a bit."
He looked up at the sky, sighed, "I feel like... I need to find a place to really think about life..."
Saying that, he began to walk towards the direction of the uninhabited area of Z-City, the place he was most familiar with.
This time, his yellow battle suit and white cape no longer seemed so invincible; instead, they carried a touch of the loneliness that only "ordinary people" would feel.
"Teacher..." Genos looked worriedly at his teacher's retreating figure, but ultimately did not follow.
He understood that what his teacher needed now was not protection and care, but personal space.
So, he decided to return to Dr. Kuseno's laboratory to conduct a deeper analysis of yesterday's data; he swore he would find clues to becoming stronger so that he could do more.
And so, the S-Class Heroes parted ways here.
Lin Mo watched them go in their respective directions, a slight smile on his lips.
"Well, it's time for me to go back too," KING adjusted his collar, pulled his hat brim lower, and walked towards the nearest intercity train station.
His home was in M-City, quite a distance from here...
The train moved steadily on the tracks, the scenery outside rapidly receding, city skyscrapers and suburban green fields passing before his eyes.
Lin Mo chose a window seat, put on his headphones, and began to rest with his eyes closed.
He wore a black baseball cap and a medical mask, completely concealing his face.
This attire made him look no different from any other ordinary traveler.
In fact, due to the faintly visible scar that ran across his left eye, he appeared somewhat menacing, causing nearby passengers to subconsciously keep their distance from him.
This suited him perfectly.
He enjoyed this undisturbed tranquility.
However, this tranquility did not last for too long.