Tanktop Master let out a righteous roar, his mountain-like frame hurtling viciously toward the boy he considered frail at a terrifying speed utterly at odds with his size!
Yet, faced with this terrifying attack powerful enough to send a heavy tank flying.
Garou did not even bother to raise his eyelids.
As though toying with a child who had only just learned to walk, he merely turned casually to the side.
And effortlessly evaded the devastating, deadly blow.
Then, Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist struck like the deadliest venomous snake, launched later yet landing first!
Bam! Bam! Bam!
In an instant, dozens of deftly delivered punches rained down on Tanktop Master's body, riddled with openings from his excessive exertion!
"Aaaaaargh-!!!"
With a piercing scream!
The S-Class hero Tanktop Master's prized "tanktop" physique proved too fragile to withstand a single blow before Garou's pure martial skill.
He had lost.
Utterly and decisively.
Without a shred of dignity left.
After crushing the S-Class hero Tanktop Master, Garou did not choose to leave immediately.
He planted his foot on the unconscious Tanktop Master's tanktop, then looked down at his opponent with contempt.
"Hey."
His voice was cold and disappointed.
"Is this all you so-called heroes have got?"
"Too weak. You're just too weak."
"Isn't there anyone who's truly strong?"
Yet, just as he prepared to finish off this hero, who was no different from garbage in his eyes.
The barely conscious Tanktop Master mustered his last ounce of strength and haltingly uttered a name that sparked interest in his gray eyes.
"There... there is..."
"Stronger... stronger than all the S-Class heroes..."
"-The 'Queen'..."
"Hellish Fubuki..."
Afterward, Garou heard the same name from every hero he defeated.
Hellish Fubuki.
Someone who, despite being B-Rank, had single-handedly defeated a monster that even several A-Rank