Saitama was already close to half bald now, and half of invincible was more or less still invincible.
The biggest difference between him now and at max level was-
His hairstyle.
To be more specific, monsters he would eventually be able to smash with one punch might now take several more rounds of Normal Series or Serious Series attacks to finish off.
The agonizing training that had once made him scream his lungs out every time barely felt like anything to him anymore.
Still, Saitama kept at it every day, through wind and sun, thunder and rain, never missing a single day.
It really did prove that old saying-
Before Heaven entrusted a man with a great task, it first had to torment his mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, and bald his head.
Thanks to all the care Saitama had given him when he first started training, King had established good habits and a solid foundation, painful though it had been.
With his naturally maxed-out luck on top of that, even the most dangerous live combat training against monsters always ended in a safe, steady clear despite the scares.
The monsters who ran into King would occasionally have to face Xiao Yan-style antics, with their opponent suddenly unleashing his potential or breaking through in the middle of battle.
The kind that left them so frustrated after being killed in a reversal that they wished they could write "tragic" on the ground.
With an environment like that to grow in, King naturally leveled up quickly.
The very fact that he could spar with Saitama, even with Saitama holding back, already said plenty.
"Saitama, you watch TV. I'll go help make dinner."
Josen handed Saitama his uneaten half of the orange and stood up.
"Okay. Thanks for making