Starting with one punch, I'll stop being human.

Chapter 226 The Chaotic Hot Pot Scene

She turned her head sharply and glared angrily, but her emerald green eyes, burning with shame and anger, instantly gave way when they met Han Sen's playful yet aggressive gaze.

The two faced each other, and Genos had completely embraced the role of disciple.

He was like a state-of-the-art domestic robot, proactively serving Saitama food and precisely calculating the proportion of beer foam to pour drinks, providing meticulous service.

Saitama was very pleased with this, and while enjoying his meal, he mumbled, "Mmm, Genos, don't worry about me, I can do it myself."

"is teacher!"

Genos nodded seriously and took out his notebook to record the important data that "teachers like to do things themselves".

Sure enough, he immediately stopped serving Saitama food and focused on the food in his own bowl.

Saitama: "..."

His hand, holding a piece of shrimp paste, hovered in mid-air, stunned for two seconds.

I was just being polite, you rascal...

Wow, they implemented it really quickly!

As everyone clinked glasses and chatted, the small apartment was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Hey, Han Sen." Tornado, her face flushed, ate a few bites of food, then suddenly looked up at Han Sen, who had just put down his wine glass, and commanded confidently, "I want to drink too."

Han Sen was about to agree and grab a can of chilled beer from the side, but Saitama beat him to it and pulled the whole case of beer behind him.

He stared at Tornado with a serious expression, and the simple drawing style instantly became incredibly earnest and sharp.

"Children can't drink."

"Aha?!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

More than one crossroads burst open on the tornado's forehead in an instant, and white steam seemed to rise wildly from the top of its head.

"You... said... who... is... a... child...?! You bastard bald man!!"

boom--! ! !

The emerald green telekinetic field exploded like a nuclear bomb, causing the entire apartment building and even the entire no-man's-land of Z City to shake violently! The bowls and chopsticks on the table were lifted up by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air, while the soup in the pot transformed into two distinct red and white water dragons, roaring and soaring into the sky!

"Hey, everyone calm down! The hotpot is innocent!!"

Han Sen quickly stretched out a hand and seemingly casually placed it on the low table that was about to fall apart.

Tornado: “…”

Sometimes I really want to call the police (S-Class Hero Limited Edition).JPG!

Okay, okay, in your heart, your real girlfriend is less important than a broken table and a pot of hot pot, is that it?

(Sykes, deep underground beneath everyone's feet: I was here first?!)

Tornado's anger instantly shifted to Han Sen, but in the blink of an eye, she let out a "whimper" as the invincible anti-arrogance special attack technique, the head pat kill, emptied her health bar in one move.

"Alright, give me some face."

Han Sen activated his Face Fruit ability, and the powerful telekinetic force that shook the apartment building and the entire no-man's-land of Z City was quickly dissipated into nothingness.

Saitama didn't care at all and continued to grab the meat with his head down.

Genos stood by as if facing a formidable enemy, red combat alerts flashing between the gaps in his armor, ready to activate combat mode at any moment.

King, meanwhile, trembled in the corner, his face ashen.

—I told you this meal wouldn't be good... You could really die if you're not careful!

Of course, to outsiders, he still had that indifferent, aloof face of an invincible powerhouse.

A storm that could have destroyed half the city was quelled thanks to Han Sen's mediation, and everyone went back to eating and drinking as usual.

Among them, Genos developed a slight curiosity about Mr. King, who remained as steady as a rock throughout.

The energy readings from Miss Tornado and Mr. Hansen's outbursts instantly exceeded the measurement limit of his sensor.

But this "strongest man on earth," ranked seventh in the S-class, remained calm and composed in the corner from beginning to end.

He remained completely calm, without even changing his posture!

He's probably on par with a teacher, a true powerhouse!

Thinking of this, Genos's eyes turned serious.

He examined King again and found that although Mr. King seemed to be full of flaws.

He sat casually, his eyes unfocused.

But upon closer inspection, it seems that those flaws are all deliberately exposed traps!

If I do anything disrespectful, I'm afraid I'll immediately face a thunderous counterattack!

Having figured this out, Genos felt a deep respect for King.

He decided that he had to take the initiative to show goodwill and improve their relationship as fellow S-class heroes.

So, he took action decisively.

Amidst the chopsticks of Han Sen and Saitama locked in a fierce battle, he swiftly picked up a piece of translucent, sea-human-made fish tofu, cooked in bone broth, and placed it into King's bowl.

"Mr. King, please have your meal."

King was troubled because Han Sen was only taking care of Tornado and no one was helping him. Suddenly, he saw the extra fish tofu in his bowl and was stunned.

He looked up and saw Genos's handsome yet serious face, and those golden electronic eyes that gleamed with curiosity under the lights.

Is this... a gesture of goodwill towards me?

King's heart skipped a beat; the "Emperor Engine" almost went out of control on the spot.

—Did he see through my disguise?

—No, that's impossible! I clearly didn't do anything!?

"Um...thank you."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down King's forehead, but he maintained an air of profound composure.

He forced a thank you, then casually but carefully ate the fish tofu.

Seeing that King had accepted his overtures, Genos felt reassured and immediately asked earnestly and frankly, "Mr. King, I have been observing you for a long time."

"You and your teacher both possess world-destroying power, yet you can perfectly contain it within your body without leaking a single bit."

"Teacher is currently unavailable. How can I reach the level of skill and master that you and your teacher possess? Please advise."

King glanced at Saitama, who was enjoying his meal, with a puzzled look, and his lips twitched slightly.

—No, your teacher is busy eating and it's inconvenient for her, while I look like I have a lot of free time... Okay, I guess I do have a lot of free time...

—But what can I tell you?

Do you want me to teach you how to use an emulator to beat the latest dating simulation game and achieve the perfect ending for all the heroines?

—Or can you teach me how to avoid being scared to death by monsters that suddenly jump out in horror games?

Looking into Genos's inquisitive electronic eyes, King felt like he was suffocating.

His mind went blank, and he could only frantically try to come up with something to deal with the situation.

—Oh, right, games!

—My greatest talent is playing video games!

King, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, had a flash of inspiration, recalling all the insights and experiences he had gained from studying fighting games day and night.

He cleared his throat and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Well... to become stronger, it's not simply about increasing strength and speed."

"Most importantly, uh..."

"Right, seize the opportunity."

"Seize the opportunity?"

Genos's eyes lit up, and as if by reflex, he pulled out a specially made notebook and tactical pen from inside his body, ready to record these golden words of wisdom.

King: "..."

Chapter 227 One Dares to Teach, One Dares to Learn

King was getting a headache from Genos's increasingly skillful note-taking, but his acting skills—having scared monsters to death without taking any damage countless times—were no joke. He continued expressionlessly, "That's right."

“Every attack by the enemy, no matter how swift, must have a flaw.”

“We call this flaw ‘pre-animation’ and ‘post-animation’.”

"The pre-attack animation is the preparatory action for launching an attack; the post-attack animation is the stiffness after the attack ends."

“Every attack from the enemy has a pre-attack and a post-attack animation; that’s where the weakness lies.”

"What you need to do is to analyze the opponent's attack pattern in the shortest possible time, predict his next move, and then deliver the most lethal counterattack during the gaps in his attack."

"This requires a lot of real combat experience to get familiar with the fighting rhythm of different types of opponents."

"Also, don't stick to fixed moves, learn to 'stand back'."

The database of justice did not contain any game terminology, so Genos quickly took notes.

"It's about constantly adjusting your position and posture during combat, controlling distance through movement, pressuring your opponent, and finding the best angle to attack."

"Sometimes, what appears to be a retreat is actually a preparation for a better attack, to lure the enemy into making a move and revealing a weakness. This is what is known as 'deception' and 'selection'."

"Whether to choose suppression or counter-attack requires a judgment made in an instant."

King got more and more excited as he spoke, completely entering the state of a pro gamer giving pointers.

The terms he used, such as "forward animation," "backward animation," "positional return," "selection," and "frame count," are all core terms in fighting games.

But to Genos, these words were the key to unlocking a new world, a profound philosophy of battle!

Genos listened with awe, feeling that his past fighting methods, which relied solely on firepower, were simply primitive and brutal.

It turns out that the real battle between the strongest is a precise calculation and game played in milliseconds!

Mr. King truly deserves the title of "the strongest on earth"!

In just a few words, the essence of the battle was revealed!

As he listened, he quickly took notes in his notebook, afraid of missing a single word. He even turned on the recording function, preparing to analyze it word by word when he got back.

"Finally, the combination of 'equipment' is also very important." King picked up his cup, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and continued, "Different equipment, that is, the weapon systems you carry, have different performance and characteristics, such as hit detection range, attack speed, and cooldown time. You need to choose the most suitable equipment combination based on the characteristics of your opponent in order to unleash its maximum power."

"For example, when dealing with fast enemies, you need to use moves with a wide hitbox to suppress them. When dealing with enemies with high defense, you need to use multi-hit attacks or throws to break their defense."

Upon hearing this, Genos suddenly understood!

Choose an attack method that counters your opponent!

Isn't this exactly the combat module upgrade project that Dr. Kuseno has been researching?

Mr. King even knows this!

And the summary is so insightful!

The look in his eyes when he looked at King had changed from awe to fanatical worship.

Han Sen, who was standing to the side, saw all of this and almost spat out his cola.

These two are a perfect match: one dares to teach, and the other dares to learn.

King tried to fool Genos with his theories about video games, and Genos, being a stubborn cyborg, actually fell for it.

Han Sen could even sense that King's guilty aura was almost uncontrollable when he got excited. It was only by secretly using "Omnidirectional Force Field" to distort the surrounding perception that King maintained the composure and calmness of a strongman in Genos's eyes.

He glanced at Genos, who was buried in his notes, seemingly trying to write until the notebook was worn through, and then at King, who was talking until his throat was dry, but had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue making things up.

You're a fucking genius.

The next day, early in the morning.

In the wilderness of the uninhabited area of ​​Z city.

The morning sun shone brightly on the earth, casting a golden halo over this land ravaged by battle.