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

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The elevator descended slowly in silence.

Within the confined space, the atmosphere among the four heroes was distinctly different.

Genos had regained his basic mobility. He stood straight half a step behind Saitama, his eyes occasionally scanning back and forth between Lin Mo and Saitama.

"Without a doubt, Saitama and King are both top-tier fighters in the world," Genos thought to himself.

Bangu, meanwhile, crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

But the slight twitching of his eyebrows and the faint smile at the corners of his mouth betrayed his inner turmoil.

KING is not only incredibly strong, but also has impeccable control over his power. With such a mindset and control, learning martial arts probably has little meaning for him anymore.

Thinking of this, Bang secretly opened one eye, his piercing gaze passing over Lin Mo and landing precisely on Saitama, who was staring blankly at the elevator wall.

“But this kid…” Bang’s mind started racing.

"He shattered such a massive meteorite head-on simply with his strength and speed. If we could get him to join the dojo and learn the 'Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist'..."

The thought of one day training this bald kid into a martial arts master made Bang's lips curl into a wicked smile (,,?ω?,,).

Saitama, on the other hand, was completely unaware that he had been targeted by a martial arts master.

He remained as relaxed as ever, checking his shiny bald head for any dust against the gleaming metal walls of the elevator.

Lin Mo, who is at the center of the vortex, is currently experiencing a test of both ice and fire.

He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was panicking.

Although the feeling of being completely drained was fading, he was still somewhat unsteady on his feet.

He secretly observed the others out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Bang had his eyes closed, Genos was observing Saitama, and Saitama was looking at his bald head. It was the perfect opportunity!

Without making a sound, he reached into his pocket and swiftly retrieved the [Super Stamina Recovery Potion] from his system space.

The medicine was sealed in an inconspicuous test tube. He adjusted his posture and, with lightning speed, brought it to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

Instantly, a clear stream slid down his throat into his stomach, then transformed into a powerful life force that washed over his limbs and bones.

His body, which had been completely drained, was filled with energy once again.

With his strength fully restored, his heart, which had been pounding wildly due to extreme weakness, finally calmed down.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The booming sound of the emperor's engine, like the roar of war drums, gradually diminished until it disappeared completely, returning to a normal heartbeat.

"The effect is not bad, I can stock up more in the future," Lin Mo thought to himself.

The elevator doors opened with a click.

The world outside the door was silent for a moment, then erupted into a thunderous cheer!

"KING!!!"

"It's Mr. King!"

"Hero! Our city's savior!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, and countless flashes lit up the entire exit hall.

At the same time, countless microphones were desperately pushed forward through the gaps in the crowd, almost poking Lin Mo's face.

"Mr. King! May I ask what kind of power you just used? Was that the Hero Association's secret weapon?"

"How did you manage to precisely vaporize all the meteorite fragments? The damage to the city was almost zero!"

"Mr. King, please say a few words to the citizens!"

Lin Mo's face remained cold and stern.

He walked out step by step, facing countless fervent gazes.

His steps became steady and powerful as his strength recovered, but in the eyes of others, this was undoubtedly the composure and calmness of a strong person.

Faced with the sea of ​​people before him, Lin Mo simply nodded slightly, his deep gaze sweeping across the entire scene.

The crowd seemed to be muted, everyone holding their breath and waiting for their KING to speak.

However, Lin Mo said nothing.

He simply watched all of this calmly, then turned around, seemingly ready to leave.

This attitude of "leaving without a trace after accomplishing the task, concealing one's merits and fame" once again ignited everyone's admiration, while also making the association's senior management sweat profusely with anxiety.

Such a golden opportunity for publicity, Mr. King, how could you just leave like this!

Just then, Bang stepped forward and subtly stood next to Lin Mo, using his body to separate some of the reporters, while quietly gesturing for him to follow him.

“KING-san,” he said clearly, his voice not loud, but it drowned out the surrounding noise:

"I am truly grateful to you for everything that happened today. My temple was saved because of you."

Lin Mo turned his head, looked at this S-rank third martial arts master, and politely replied:

"Mr. Bango, you flatter me. It is a hero's duty to defend the city."

"Hahaha, well said."

Bang laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, then turned his gaze to Lin Mo and Saitama, formally extending an invitation:

"If you don't mind, would you do me the honor of joining this Saitama-kun at my dojo for a cup of tea? That would give me the opportunity to express my gratitude in person."

"Going to the dojo?" Saitama scratched his head, the first to react. "Sounds good, is there any food?"

Bang laughed heartily: "You'll be well-fed! My collection of top-grade Wagyu beef and desserts will definitely satisfy you!"

Genos was standing behind Saitama at that moment, and he thought this was a perfect opportunity.

He couldn't yet fathom the power of Mr. King and Saitama, but as a titan of the martial arts world, Bang's dojo must contain the essence of martial arts.

So he stepped forward and bowed slightly to Bang:

“Master Bang, if you don’t mind, would you allow me to come along as Saitama’s disciple? I would also like to express my respect to Mr. King and you in person.”

Bang glanced at the young cyborg, then at Saitama and Lin Mo, who showed no objection, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Of course you're welcome. I've always witnessed Genos's determination and perseverance."

All eyes were on Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's physical strength has been fully restored, and the system's energy value has also returned to its peak, so he can be said to be full of confidence.

Moreover, he himself had a good impression of Bang, this respectable old hero.

So he slowly nodded: "Okay."

Bang immediately flashed a knowing smile, turned around, and loudly addressed the reporters who were still trying to surround him:

"Everyone, Mr. KING and Saitama have fought hard all the way and need to rest. Let's call it a day. The Hero Association will make an official announcement later."

After saying that, he calmly left this noisy place with Lin Mo, Saitama, and Genos.

Chapter 42 Bang's Inquiry

Bang declined the Hero Association's offer to send a car, insisting on walking back, saying that "feeling the city's breath after the great battle is also part of my training."

Lin Mo naturally had no objection to this. Saitama figured he had nothing else to do, so he agreed.

Genos followed his teacher closely.

The four of them walking on the streets of Z City created a peculiar scene.

Although there were some small pebbles and dust scattered on the streets, as Sitch had seen in the command center, most of the buildings were intact, and even the streetlights and shop windows were still intact.

The citizens are spontaneously organizing themselves to clean up with brooms and hoses, filled with a sense of relief at surviving a disaster and hope for the future.

This is completely different from the negative emotions that permeate the city after its destruction in the original work.

Lin Mo was naturally pleased that he could bring a positive impact to the world, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

“KING-san, look,” Bang said, pointing to the harmonious and vibrant scene, his aged face full of emotion.

"Destruction is always much easier than protection. The highest realm of martial arts is to transform the power that could destroy everything into a protective barrier."

At this point, his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if recalling some unpleasant memory. He gently shook his head and sighed:

"There's no future in blindly pursuing destruction and power. If only that wicked disciple... could understand this principle..."

Although the sound was very soft, it was still heard by those with exceptional hearing.

Lin Mo knew he was referring to the hungry wolf, but he didn't respond; he just listened quietly.

Soon, they arrived at the "Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist" dojo located in a corner of the city.

The dojo is a simple yet elegant Japanese building, exuding a strong sense of historical heritage.

Fortunately, it was not damaged at all in the previous disaster.

A young man dressed in a white training uniform, looking somewhat timid, was already anxiously waiting at the door. He was none other than Banggu's top disciple, Chalanzi.

"Master! You're back!" Chalanzi excitedly greeted Bang, but then he noticed the three people behind Bang, and his heart skipped a beat.

That bald guy...that cyborg...and that...that man! The strongest man on Earth, KING!

Chalanzi's legs felt a little weak.

Although he was also a martial artist, he didn't have much skill, so he inevitably felt nervous when he saw these important figures.

Especially KING, he was just standing there calmly, and there was no terrifying "Emperor Engine" roar from him as previously rumored.

But when Chalanzi saw the three hideous scars on King's face, her legs couldn't help but tremble.

I felt a strange sense of oppression.

"This is Mr. KING, who saved Z City, as well as Saitama, whose strength is unfathomable, and his disciple Genos."

Banggu solemnly introduced his disciple, "Chalanzi, what are you standing there for? Go and prepare tea and snacks!"

"Yes! Yes! Hello, Mr. King! Hello, Mr. Saitama! Hello, Mr. Genos!"

Chalanzi seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly bowed at a ninety-degree angle, and then ran into the dojo almost simultaneously.

Upon entering the temple, a refreshing scent of sandalwood and wood wafts through the air.

The floor was wiped spotless, and everyone took their seats on the tatami mats.