What would happen when a pack of snarling rats pounced on a lone wolf?
The answer was obvious!
In just a few short seconds, those tanktop lackeys had been brutally beaten by Garou until they could no longer stand.
Meanwhile, Garou's savage aura surged to its limit.
He looked like a living monster, utterly devoid of the reason and emotions a human should possess, with only a naked, undisguised desire for battle remaining.
"Hahahaha? This is what you call an S-Class Hero?" Garou sneered arrogantly.
At this moment, his hands were covered in crimson blood, and his expression was exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.
"Damn it!"
Seeing all his underlings beaten crippled, Tanktop Master struggled to rise from the ground, fury blazing in his eyes.
Although he had taken dozens of hits from the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist, Garou had completely avoided his vital points. Given his formidable physical quality, they were not particularly serious injuries.
Most S-Class Heroes had physical strength that had already reached an inhuman level. With Garou's current strength, inflicting fatal injuries on one in a short period of time would not be easy.
"Oh? You can still stand? But it doesn't matter! You don't understand martial arts techniques. You've already lost. There's no way you can beat me."
As he spoke, Garou took a sudden step forward into his preferred attack range and unleashed the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist on Tanktop Master once again.
In an instant, a storm of fist shadows too fast for the naked eye to distinguish engulfed the latter.
Every rapid blow sent violent shocks through his muscles, compressing and tearing them apart...
Although Tanktop Master desperately tried to defend and counterattack, his movements were too slow. He was completely toyed with by his opponent.
After watching for a while,