As everyone knew, a tank top was to Tank-Top Master what a pompadour was to Metal Bat... no, Josuke Higashikata: a taboo that must never be defiled.
Entering berserk mode, Tank-Top Master completely lifted the strength restrictions he used against human opponents. The raging tank-top giant raised his thick, muscular arms and struck. His blows were not particularly fast, but they carried an overwhelming sense of pressure!
A slow barrage with the force of a tidal wave covered a broad area around him, his casserole-sized fists pounding toward the approaching Garou!
This all-out offensive stance essentially abandoned defense entirely. Only someone supremely confident in his own durability would adopt such a tactic!
Of course, it was also possible that Tank-Top Master had completely lost his head, so intent on knocking that wretched brat down that he had forgotten all about defense!
In Garou's eyes, however, this lumbering attack was simply riddled with openings!
Assessing his opponent's current state at a glance, he darted from side to side, turning into afterimages as he evaded Tank-Top Master's barrage of heavy punches. The next instant, his retreating figure surged forward again. He shifted between retreat and advance as smoothly as if he had eaten Dove chocolate, instantly accelerating to a speed the naked eye could barely track!
A swift, agile black blur streaked like lightning through a gap in Tank-Top Master's punches, rushing right up to his face and driving an elbow upward at a vicious angle!
The distorted air erupted into a shockwave between Garou's elbow tip and Tank-Top Master's chin. The raging little giant's head snapped backward under the point-blank blow, and his entire body froze!
"Urgh..."
With a muffled groan, the red light in Tank-Top Master's eyes abruptly faded. His eyes rolled back as he toppled onto his back, throwing