Upon hearing this, Bang Gu put down his teacup, and a profound respect entered his gentle smile.
He glanced at KING's unmoving back, lowered his voice, but answered with an incredibly solemn tone:
"Miss Fubuki, you've hit the nail on the head. This isn't ordinary entertainment; it's a higher dimension of cultivation."
"A higher dimension... of cultivation?"
A hint of confusion flashed in Fubuki's eyes.
How could playing games be cultivation?
Bang Gu stroked his beard and slowly explained, "Martial arts cultivation is about refining the heart, the spirit, and the will."
"Look at Mr. KING. He isn't holding a simple controller, but a microcosm of the entire battlefield. Within that small space lies his battleground."
His elder brother, Bomb, who was beside him, also bit through a senbei and nodded in agreement, "That's right. I've studied martial arts my entire life, and I believe I've achieved a small measure of success in 'prediction' and 'timing'."
"But observing KING's operations, it's simply miraculous. Every button press of his seems to anticipate all of his opponent's future movements."
"It shows how sensitive KING's combat reactions are."
"Playing games... is it like that...?"
Fubuki murmured to herself, feeling as if she had pushed open a door to a new world.
Just then, Genos, who had been silently recording, also looked up, the light in his mechanical eyes flickering as he said,
"According to my real-time data analysis, Mr. KING's effective operation rate reached an astonishing 100%. This means that every one of his operations was precise and flawless, without the slightest unnecessary movement."
Genos's words were like a bombshell, exploding in Fubuki's mind.
Even the Demon Cyborg elevated KING's gaming operations to a theoretical height that could enhance one's own combat power!
Good heavens!
What kind of terrifying scene had these S-Class monsters witnessed?
Fubuki looked at KING again, only to see him still leaning on the sofa, relaxed and calmly watching the screen.
It was as if the "cultivation" that Master Bang Gu and Genos had perceived was merely a casual, effortless act for him.
This effortless, returning-to-simplicity demeanor filled Fubuki with even more awe.
So that's it... so that's it!
Mr. KING's previous guidance to her was to see the essence of the team.
And what he was doing now was a personal demonstration of that very teaching!
Whether it was real combat or a virtual game, the core was the same—the complete control of the battle situation!
Just as Fubuki's heart surged with emotion, feeling she had gained new insight, Saitama, who had been standing by and eating fries, finally spoke.
He swallowed his last fry, clapped his hands, and a subtle fighting spirit ignited in his usually dull eyes, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.
He pointed at the game controller and said to KING, "Come on, KING, I'm going to be serious this time."
"Oh? Is Saitama-kun going to join in personally?" Bang Gu's face was filled with anticipation.
"It's been a long time since he last visited the dojo. I wonder if Saitama-kun has made any progress."
Genos immediately adjusted his sensors, shifting his primary monitoring target from KING to Saitama, and said in a low voice,
"Teacher's growth must be recorded!"
Fubuki also nervously clenched her fists.
S-Class Rank 18 versus S-Class Rank 6!
Although this was a game, in the eyes of these monsters, it was undoubtedly a simulated battle of peak contenders!
Lin Mo picked up the controller again and said in a steady voice, "Alright, bring it on."
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The familiar sound of a heartbeat, like a war drum, resonated in his chest.
"Listen!" Master Bang Gu's expression became more serious than ever. "It's the sound of the Emperor Engine! Mr. KING... he's getting serious!"
"This oppressive feeling..." Bomb also put down his senbei, his expression solemn.
"It's hard to imagine how much pressure KING must be under, facing this aura directly."
Fubuki was even more breathless under this invisible "aura." She looked at KING's calm back, with only one thought in her mind:
Is this... the true form of The Strongest Man on Earth?
A peak showdown, in everyone's eyes, thus began in the small living room of an apartment in the uninhabited area of Z-City.
Fubuki, completely captivated by the atmosphere, looked at the gifts she had brought—macarons and wagyu beef—and suddenly felt a bit ashamed.
For a supreme powerhouse like Mr. KING, who pursued spiritual realms, were these mundane foods too vulgar?
Finally, when KING "narrowly won" against Saitama, who only knew how to spam moves, with a sliver of health remaining, the battle ended.
Lin Mo put down the controller and said to Saitama, "You've made progress, Saitama-kun."
Saitama, dissatisfied, clicked his tongue, threw down the controller, and grumbled,
"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. Every time you counter-kill me with a sliver of health. I'm hungry, what's for dinner?"
This perfectly ordinary sentence instantly broke the solemn atmosphere in the room.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to the two gift boxes Fubuki had placed in the corner.
Fubuki's heart tightened, but she still braced herself and stood up, bringing over the gifts, saying a little awkwardly,
"Mr. KING, this is a small token of my appreciation for your guidance. I wonder... if it suits your taste."
Before Lin Mo could speak, Saitama's eyes already shone like two light bulbs.
He lunged forward, directly fixating on the insulated packaging box.
"Wow! This packaging! Could it be... A5 Wagyu beef?!"
His voice was filled with unbelievable surprise.
Fubuki nodded blankly, "Yes..."
"Awesome!!" Saitama excitedly pumped his fist and said,
"Hotpot tonight! It's decided! Genos, go buy some cabbage and enoki mushrooms! Old man, you two should join us too!"
"Oh? Then we shall impose." Bang Gu chuckled and agreed, his grandmaster demeanor completely gone, looking just like a friendly old neighbor ready to freeload a meal.
Genos had already stood up and respectfully said, "Yes, Teacher! I will immediately procure the highest quality ingredients!"
Lin Mo then turned to look at the somewhat flustered Fubuki, revealing a sincere smile:
"That's very thoughtful of you, Miss Fubuki. I accept your gratitude."
He paused and extended an invitation, "Why don't you stay and eat with us? The more, the merrier."
Fubuki looked at the group of S-Class Heroes before her, who were strangely eccentric yet harmoniously together.
One moment they were discussing the ultimate mysteries of martial arts and technology, and the next they were cheering excitedly about having hotpot for dinner.
This huge contrast filled her with a strange yet warm feeling.
This was truly "balancing work and rest, following nature's way."
Thinking of this, the stiffness on her face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile.
"Then, I'll be imposing tonight!"