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Facing this sudden challenge, Saitama just blinked and casually replied, "Oh, a spar? Sure. Let's eat first, I'm starving."
However, Lin Mo, who was beside him, merely raised an eyebrow.
If it had been a few days earlier, facing such a scene, his back would probably have been drenched in cold sweat.
But now, the situation was different.
With Supersonic Speed (Demon-level), he at least had the capital to contend with Genos in terms of speed.
Although his attack and defense were still shortcomings, at least he was no longer that "frail" man.
What's more, he also had Intimidation (Dragon Class), so this situation shouldn't be a problem.
Buzz—buzz—buzz—buzz—
His Emperor Engine rumbled involuntarily, the sound so loud that even Saitama and Genos could clearly hear it.
Looking at Genos's expectant eyes, and then at Mr. Saitama's "of course" expression.
He maintained his perpetually stern face and slowly nodded.
"Alright."
Genos's eyes shone brightly, and he bowed deeply: "Thank you very much! Then, let's agree on tomorrow morning!"
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The next day.
Outside the apartment building, on a half-demolished abandoned construction site, the three stood facing each other, forming an invisible triangle.
This area was wide enough, with rubble and rebar everywhere, making it a natural training ground.
"Then, please guide me!" Genos bowed solemnly.
He wasn't wearing any casual clothes today, his upgraded, brand-new mechanical upper body exposed.
His streamlined torso was covered with dense heat dissipation vents and energy conduits, his shoulders were fitted with modules resembling thrusters, and his arm structures were also thicker than before.
"Ah, okay. Let's make this quick, we still need to go to the Hero Association."
Saitama yawned, still looking sleepy. He wore his iconic yellow battle suit, his white cape gently swaying in the breeze.
Lin Mo stood stiffly to the side, expressionless, his hands in his jacket pockets.
He appeared as steady as a mountain, but in reality, he was a little nervous.
This was his first proper fight.
"Then, according to last night's agreement, please allow me to challenge my teacher first!" Genos first locked his target on Mr. Saitama.
"Alright," Saitama casually replied.
Before he finished speaking, Genos moved.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, and the newly installed leg thrusters erupted with dazzling blue flames.
He transformed into a silver lightning bolt, instantly breaking the sound barrier, the air currents he created swirling the rubble and dust on the ground into a small tornado.
Genos's figure weaved through the ruins at high speed, leaving behind streaks of afterimages that were dizzying to behold.
His tactical analysis system was running frantically, locking onto and simulating attacks on Mr. Saitama from hundreds of angles and directions.
"Teacher barely moved... No, his gaze has been on me!"
"At this speed, he shouldn't even be able to catch my movements!"
"Then try this!"
Genos suddenly ascended during a high-speed turnaround, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the energy cores in his palms glowing brightly.
"Machine Gun Blow!"
In an instant, countless fist shadows rained down like a storm.
The dense attacks covered a radius of tens of meters around Mr. Saitama, the ground was riddled with holes, and smoke and dust filled the air.
However, when the smoke and dust dissipated, Saitama was still standing in his original spot, not even a speck of dust on him.
"What?!" Genos's electronic eyes narrowed into two small dots.
His sensors clearly recorded that in less than a second, Saitama, at a speed completely beyond his dynamic vision capture limit, effortlessly neutralized all his incoming attacks.
"Please don't hold back!" Genos stabilized himself in mid-air and shouted earnestly.
His entire body's heat vents began to continuously emit scorching steam, and he unhesitatingly activated his core power to the maximum, "Give it your all, Teacher!"
Genos's right arm's alloy armor layers unfolded, revealing the internal crimson energy pipelines, with destructive energy gathering within them.
"Incinerate!"
A thick, spiraling beam of flame erupted, instantly scorching and twisting the air along its path.
However, just as it was about to hit Mr. Saitama, Saitama vanished from his original spot.
"What!?" Genos's core alarm instantly went to maximum, "Scanning... Behind me!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Genos sharply turned, his waist engine erupting, driving his alloy long leg to cut a sharp arc, sweeping out a powerful, heavy leg sweep.
But, it swept empty.
Saitama merely leaned back slightly, effortlessly dodging at an inconceivable angle, and then he blandly threw a punch forward.
There was no fanfare, it looked like a simple, plain punch.
But in Genos's sensory world, the arrival of this punch was as if the entire world had been hit by a delete key.
Death!
Genos's mind was instantly completely occupied by this one word.
In the nick of time, that fist stopped less than a centimeter from his cheek.
"Alright, it's over." Saitama withdrew his fist, then looked at Lin Mo, "It's your turn."
The aftershock of the punch only truly erupted after Saitama withdrew his fist. An invisible shockwave passed over Genos's body and swept towards the distant area behind him.
Genos stiffly looked back, only to see that the abandoned street in the distance, those remaining buildings, had completely disappeared.
A huge gully, a hundred meters wide, appeared out of nowhere, extending towards the horizon.
After a long while, Genos found his voice again, and he bowed deeply to Mr. Saitama once more, saying:
"Yes, Teacher. I understand. The gap between you and me is still an immeasurable data... Thank you for your guidance."
He turned to Lin Mo, his golden electronic eyes now somewhat bewildered.
After personally experiencing his teacher's unfathomable strength, he now had to face another absolute powerhouse, Lin Mo, who was hailed as "strongest man on earth (title/epithet)" and "on the same level" as his teacher.
"This is ridiculous, Mr. Saitama," Lin Mo couldn't help but click his tongue as he looked at the street.
Then, he heard the sound of his own heart.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The sound of the Emperor Engine resonated in this open space.
"Intimidation (Dragon Class), activate!" Lin Mo thought.
Preemptive strike is always the best choice.
The moment Lin Mo gave the command, an invisible, terrifying pressure erupted from him as the center!
Genos, who was already in shock from Saitama's power and bewildered by his own weakness, was instantly completely enveloped by this sudden immense pressure.
"Thud."
Under the astonished gazes of Saitama and Lin Mo, the light on Genos's body instantly dimmed, and he fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.