Saitama now felt that following Shen Mo to this world had truly been the right choice.
He was no longer the strongest one.
There would always be someone chasing after him. If he did not work hard, he might even eventually be surpassed by the others.
This sense of urgency. It was as if he had returned to those three years of grueling training.
The long-missed passion, the long-missed sense of fulfillment!
"I won't be surpassed so easily." Saitama clenched his fists, and his art style surprisingly did not revert to that of a salted fish.
"Then." The corners of Shen Mo's lips curved upward. "I'll train all of you."
"Huh?" Saitama was startled. "You're going to train us?"
"Surprised?" Shen Mo chuckled twice. "Saitama, you should know that I've been searching for qualified seeds throughout my travels, right? Although we have a complete procedure for training members, since I'm traveling in this world now, doing it personally is simply a matter of convenience."
"I see." Saitama nodded, seeming to understand.
He knew some information about the Merchant Guild.
He also knew that the Merchant Guild had always been searching for qualified people to train.
Mumen Rider and people like him were examples of this.
But he had never expected that he would also have to undergo such training.
Son Goku and the others, however, all looked bewildered.
"You mean you're going to train me?" Son Goku pointed at himself.
"That's right." Shen Mo nodded. After looking at him, he saw through his thoughts completely and smiled. "What, do you want to see whether I'm qualified?"
"Then I won't hold back." Son Goku immediately became excited.
Even though he had just fought Saitama, a true martial artist would never give up the chance to fight a new opponent.
"Wait." Shen