Inside the spacious dojo.
The liquid in the hotpot continuously boiled and bubbled, with numerous ingredients rolling within, emitting wafts of aroma.
Bang took out two boxes of wagyu beef, suspended them above the hotpot, and prepared to put them in to cook.
Snow-white marbling was evenly spread across the surface of the bright red beef, looking tender and juicy, with a perfect balance of fat and meat.
The moment the protagonist appeared, King and Saitama's gazes simultaneously locked onto the two boxes of wagyu beef.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Bang didn't delay any longer. With a light tap of his finger on the box's surface, the two boxes of wagyu beef floated into the hotpot.
Time quickly passed. At the eighth second, all three simultaneously raised their heads, their chopsticks darting towards the hotpot at an extremely fast speed.
Saitama was the first to pick up a piece of wagyu beef. Before he could even lift it, Bang's chopsticks, imbued with the intent of Flowing Water, gently tapped his chopsticks, directly shaking the entire piece of wagyu beef into the air.
Immediately after, Bang twisted his wrist, his chopsticks precisely catching the falling wagyu beef in mid-air and placing it into his own bowl.
Damn it!
Saitama's mouth twitched, and he had no choice but to abandon this target, quickly scanning the entire hotpot.
Just then, as King had just picked up a piece of wagyu beef floating on the surface of the hotpot, Saitama's chopsticks, carrying a fierce momentum, had already slammed down.
Hmm? Want to eat?
Eight Gates, Seventh Gate, Gate of Shock, Open!!
Blue steam instantly erupted from his body, and a heavy pressure enveloped the entire dojo in an instant, making everyone present, except Saitama, feel a tightness in their chests.
Bang, who was about to put the wagyu beef into his mouth, immediately looked up in shock, completely stunned.
Such terrifying pressure... Is this KING's true strength? During their previous sparring, Bang had felt that King definitely hadn't used his full power, perhaps not even 50% of it.
But now, it seems he had still underestimated the true worth of the title The Strongest Man on Earth.
Bang was now thoroughly convinced that King had no desire to win when sparring with him; he was simply experiencing the Flowing Water Rock-Crushing Fist.
After all, with the power King was currently unleashing, if he truly wanted to kill him, it would probably only take one or two punches.
Feeling the surging power within him, King's eyes narrowed. He raised his hand, controlling his chopsticks to clash with Saitama's ambushing chopsticks.
Compared to when he first Transmigrated, his strength had greatly increased, especially in terms of attribute points. Now, he could fully control his own power.
In an instant, the space above the hotpot became the arena for the two of them.
Chopsticks clashed against chopsticks, almost every touch stirring up invisible waves of Qi. That piece of steaming wagyu beef constantly weaved and dodged between their clashing chopsticks, never quite making it into either person's bowl.
During their battle, Bang tried to pick up another piece of wagyu beef, but as soon as his chopsticks got close, they were directly shattered into two by the force of their clash.
Bang: "..."
Are young people today all this fierce?
On the other side, seeing the two in a stalemate, and with the remaining wagyu beef in the hotpot getting older and losing its tenderness as it boiled, King frowned slightly.
It seems I need to think of a solution... Then, a flash of inspiration went through his mind.
Aha! I've got it!
The next second, King's chopsticks tilted, intentionally revealing an opening.
Seeing this, Saitama didn't suspect anything, only thinking that King had made a mistake in the wagyu beef war. He excitedly grabbed the wagyu beef in the air.
"Haha, KING, you lost! I'll gladly accept this piece of wagyu beef!"
Saitama's cheerful boasting came from beside him, but King was unmoved, a successful smirk playing on his lips.
He really fell for it... And in the very next moment, King's hand, gripping the chopsticks, turned into an afterimage, swiftly exploring the hotpot.
Saitama's eyes widened, and he immediately realized what King was trying to do, quickly trying to stop him, but it was too late.
Because at this moment, his chopsticks were still holding a piece of wagyu beef. Even if he put it back in the bowl now, it wouldn't stop King's outrageous actions.
By the time King finished, his bowl was piled high with steaming wagyu beef, leaving only a few lonely pieces floating on the surface of the hotpot.
Saitama: "..."
Bang: "..."
Realizing his home had been raided, Saitama's face immediately turned a little green, but thankfully there were still a few pieces of wagyu beef left in the hotpot, so he could still have a couple more bites.
However, just a second before he extended his chopsticks into the hotpot, Bang's new chopsticks, imbued with the intent of Flowing Water, reached over again, ready to snatch them together.
Saitama: "!!!!"
Damn it! If this continues, I won't even get a single piece of wagyu beef!
That simply drawn face immediately became sharply defined, his eyes grew extremely keen, and an invisible aura of power emanated from him.
Serious Series: Serious Chopsticking!
Bang only felt a blur before his eyes, and the wagyu beef in the hotpot instantly vanished, almost all of it appearing in Saitama's bowl, leaving only the last two slices floating on the surface of the hotpot.
Watching the two devour their food, the Martial Arts Grandmaster couldn't hold back anymore.
Why are young people today so forgetful? Have they forgotten who took out these two boxes of wagyu beef, you bastards?!
...Z-City streets.
Passersby only felt an afterimage flash across the road, bringing with it a gust of wind, but they couldn't see anything clearly.
Above a tall building, a slender, handsome young man with black hair stood on the rooftop. His purple scarf fluttered in the wind, and his black skintight suit evenly showcased his physique.
A very thin, long sword was also strapped to the young man's waist.
His gaze fell in the direction of the dojo. The young man glanced at his crotch, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, and veins instantly bulged on his forehead.
"That bastard Saitama! I must kill you! Otherwise, I cannot avenge that punch!"
With that, the young man took a step, his figure vanishing like a ghost, leaving only an almost invisible afterimage that sped away into the distance.
Ninja, Speed-o'-Sound Sonic, reporting for duty!
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