The battle erupted in an instant!
Garou took the initiative, unleashing his fiercest assault with his long-perfected [Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist] upon the "beast," who seemed full of openings to him!
But against [Watchdog Man], who fought using nothing but the purest animal instincts, it actually...
Failed! Completely!
Watchdog Man had no moves.
Nor did he have any techniques.
Only a mocking gaze, like a cat toying with a mouse.
And claws and teeth that tore every martial art to shreds.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
For the first time, Garou experienced the helplessness of being unable to escape a natural predator, no matter how he struggled or resisted!
Dragging his battered body along, Garou fled Q City in utter disgrace.
Why...
Why was his Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, which could see through every style and neutralize every attack, so utterly helpless against a brute who knew only how to fight on animal instinct?
"Could it be..."
For the first time, Garou began to deeply doubt the path of martial arts he had always believed in without question.
Just as he stumbled into a secluded back alley, exhausted in body and mind and in a daze.
A bald man he never would have expected appeared silently before him.
Only, at that moment, the bald man's face held none of a powerful fighter's imposing dignity.
He was currently agonizing over having forgotten his supermarket membership card and missed that evening's half-price beef sale.
"Aaaaaah!!! Damn it!!!"
Staring at his utterly empty wallet, Saitama let out the most frustrated roar of his life!
"I... I was so close!"
"I was so close to getting half-price wagyu!!!"
Then he suddenly noticed Garou staggering toward him from the other end of the alley.
His long silver hair made him look like some punk who