Garou, who had been knocked unconscious by Enkidu, began to come around. He narrowed his eyes warily, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I...?"
A white room, thick with the pungent smell of medicine. He was lying in a bed, and his body had recovered to about eighty percent. Apparently, that woman had brought him here for treatment.
But why would she go out of her way to treat me? Shouldn't she have taken the opportunity to kill me?
Garou was filled with confusion and surprise.
"If you're awake, why pretend to be asleep, Garou?" A familiar, aged voice rang out. Bang stared coldly at Garou as he lay in the hospital bed.
Garou stared in shock at the silver-haired, stooped old man before him-Bang, the master who had taught him the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist. "Old man! What are you doing here?"
Bang spoke coldly, then turned, opened the door, and left. "If you're awake, follow me. Let me see just how strong you are, Hero Hunter. But let me warn you now: don't blame me if you die, Garou!"
After a moment's hesitation, Garou followed Bang, eventually arriving at a large, enclosed training arena.
Watching Garou enter behind Bang, Bomb coldly warned his younger brother, "Bang, don't hold back in this fight!"
Bang nodded slightly. "Of course, big brother!"
Glancing at the metal door sliding shut behind him, Garou asked with contemptuous provocation, "Old man, are you planning to fight me two against one? Are you worried you're too old to beat me, or do you think I'm strong enough to kill an old fossil like you?"
As Bang's disciple, Garou naturally knew that Bang had an older brother: Bomb, a grandmaster of the Whirlwind Iron Cutting Fist and an even more formidable martial artist than