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He was referring, of course, to the "Emperor Engine" that struck fear into the hearts of all enemies.
In an instant, everyone's heart was in their throat.
The initial elation and excitement were instantly replaced by intense curiosity.
They pricked up their ears, staring intently at KING, waiting for an answer.
They also wanted to know what that terrifying heartbeat, which was said to signify the imminent arrival of the strongest man on Earth, was all about to make a move.
Is it some kind of earth-shattering martial arts secret technique?
Or is it the resonance between heaven and earth triggered when power is concentrated to its extreme?
Lin Mo's tall figure appeared even more mysterious against the backdrop of the ruins.
Faced with Saitama's question and the dozens of burning gazes around him, his expression remained unchanged.
He said casually, "It's just a habit, don't worry about it."
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that the effect was much better when the [Pressure] was released together with the heartbeat of this "Emperor Engine".
Chapter 147 The Secret to Becoming Stronger
Just a habit?
The surviving martial artists were taken aback at first, and then their brains began to automatically interpret the answer.
"That world-destroying power is just a habit for him!"
"How can mortals comprehend the heartbeat of God! Mr. King is explaining it in a way that we can understand!"
"Is this the realm of the strong? Even an unconscious heartbeat can be transformed into a weapon to intimidate the enemy!"
"Oh, is it so."
Saitama nodded, his clear eyes showing no doubt.
He didn't think too much about it. To him, a heartbeat was a heartbeat, and a habit was a habit. It sounded reasonable, so he immediately accepted the explanation.
He looked around, then his gaze fell on the water dragon. "Hey, are you still alive?"
Shui Long jolted awake, struggling to sit up, but the movement aggravated all his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.
“Live…live…” His voice was dry and hoarse.
"That's good." After saying that, Saitama ignored him and turned to Lin Mo.
"Since everything's alright, let's head over there and check on Genos."
After saying that, he prepared to turn and leave.
"Wait a moment!"
A roar, filled with resolute determination, suddenly exploded across the ruins.
He mustered the last bit of strength from somewhere, and used his still relatively intact arm to support himself on the ground, lifting his battered upper body.
The pebbles were digging into his arm, and the piercing pain made him tremble all over, but he didn't care.
Saitama turned around in confusion, his bald head reflecting the bright sunlight, his expression as calm as ever: "Hmm?"
Lin Mo also stopped, a look of interest flashing in his eyes as he looked over.
Shuilong gasped for breath, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, creating small, dark craters in the dust beneath him.
He raised his head, his gaze first sweeping over the bald head of "Bald Cape Man" and then looking towards "KING," the "Strongest Man on Earth," in the distance.
His eyes were filled with unprecedented confusion and a hint of longing.
"Why...are you all so strong?"
He asked the question that every martial artist present wanted to ask.
“I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I consider myself to have exceptional talent and have never slacked off.”
"I thought I had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, but today I realized that I haven't even seen the scenery at the foot of the mountain..."
His voice trembled slightly and choked with emotion. He took a deep breath and continued:
"Please tell me... how can I become as strong as you? Is it... is it something I need to give up? Or is there some secret I don't know?"
This question made Saitama, who was about to leave, stop in his tracks.
He seemed genuinely stumped by the question, tilting his head slightly, a rare glimmer of thought appearing in his usually dead fish eyes.
After a few seconds, his expression became extremely serious. He then turned his head and slowly spoke, enunciating each word clearly:
"Just keep exercising. Do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats every day, and then run 10 kilometers. You have to stick to it no matter what."
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.
The water dragon was stunned.
The other martial artists were also stunned.
What... what kind of answer is this?
This is a basic training exercise that any fitness beginner knows!
Let alone martial artists, even an ordinary person who persists will only become a physically strong ordinary person!
How is that possible... how could someone possibly develop such immense power?!
"He...he's joking, right?"
"This is impossible!"
"This must be some kind of code we can't understand!"
A look of disbelief crossed Shui Long's face: "That's...that's all?"
"Well, that's all."
Saitama nodded very seriously, and as if to make his point, he added, "However, there's a side effect: you'll go bald."
After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to leave.
A tremendous sense of loss instantly overwhelmed Shuilong's heart.
He realized that the other party didn't care to tell him the real secret.
Yes, how could such a powerful secret, capable of overturning the world, be easily revealed to a complete stranger who has lost?
He felt like a clown; his desperate questioning just now was probably just a boring farce in the other person's eyes.
He lowered his head in despair.
However, at that moment, a calm and clear voice rang out above the ruins.
“His words were not entirely a joke.”
Shui Long suddenly looked up at the man who had been standing there like a statue.
Lin Mo slowly walked over from the edge of the ruins, each step seemingly treading on everyone's heartbeat.
He approached the water dragon, looking down at him with eyes as calm as a deep pool.
"The source of power does not lie in techniques or secrets."
His voice is devoid of emotion, yet it possesses a power that speaks directly to the heart.
"But it lies within... your heart."
"My...heart?" Shuilong murmured to himself.
"I ask you, what is your purpose in pursuing martial arts?" Lin Mo asked.
"I..." Shuilong was speechless for a moment.
Countless answers flashed through my mind in an instant.
In order to live as I please, to be surrounded by countless beautiful women, to be the center of attention, and to experience the thrill of being high above and admired by others...
These answers are all incredibly real, yet incredibly cheap.
Under the gaze of the man before him, he simply couldn't bring himself to say those words.
Lin Mo seemed to see right through him and continued:
"When you throw a punch not for yourself, but to protect something more important than your own life, you may be able to touch the door to true power."
His voice paused, his gaze sweeping over all the survivors present before finally settling on the water dragon's slightly agape mouth, which was agape in shock.
"Heroes are a group of people like this."
After saying that, he stopped looking at the water dragon, turned around, and walked in the direction Saitama had left, his steps still unhurried.
As he stood beside Saitama, he seemed to remember something, and without turning his head, he added a sentence, his voice not loud, but clearly carried throughout the ruins:
"By the way, don't worry about that weirdo named Haojie coming back. I've already taken care of him. This area is safe."
With those words, two figures, one dressed in black and the other bald and wearing a cloak, walked side by side and gradually disappeared into the end of the ruins.
Wha...what? !
That was a hero!
That invincible monster who single-handedly manipulated all the strong fighters in the entire martial arts tournament!
Shuilong still vividly remembers the deep-seated sense of powerlessness and fear he felt when facing Haojie.
How could it be... resolved so easily...?
"No...impossible..."
Shuilong muttered to himself absentmindedly, unable to reconcile the unparalleled hero in his memory with something like being "dealt with as a roadside fodder."
This is even more absurd than telling him that the sun rises in the west.
However, reason was frantically reminding him that the person who said those words was KING.
He had no reason, nor any need, to lie about such a thing.
It took him a long time to come to his senses and accept the fact with difficulty.
He watched the two figures disappear, and looked at the arena that had been blasted open by a single punch, his eyes devoid of any frivolity or amusement.