: Wuhu! I won the lottery!

Chalan Ke was startled by the wolf's fierce, murderous gaze. A chill ran through him, and he involuntarily took a step back, shouting:

"Hungry, hungry wolf? What are you doing here?"

However, Garou didn't take Chalanco seriously at all, not even raising his eyelids, and his gaze went straight past him, locking onto Boros standing behind him.

The moment he confirmed the other's identity, the wolf's previously weary face suddenly erupted with fanatical excitement. His eyes widened as if he had spotted the most tempting prey in the world, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Wuhu! Another S-level! My luck is off the charts today, I've won the lottery!"

"Let me use you two S-ranks as stepping stones to forge the ultimate reputation of 'Hero Hunter'!"

"Shut up! You scum who's ruining the dojo's reputation!"

Seeing the other party's arrogance and conceit, Chalanco was driven by a sense of justice to shout and rush forward to fight, but was stopped by Boros beside him.

"Hungry Wolf? Looks like defeating an S-class has made you quite confident?"

Boros glanced at the heroes, whose faces were bruised and swollen, and gestured for Chalan to call the hospital.

Then he stood still, looking down at the hungry wolf, slowly extended a finger, casually hooked it in the air, and said in a flat tone:

"Let me give you a taste of the difference between S-class and S-class. Come on, attack."

"Huh? Is someone subtly criticizing me?"

The dazed, vest-wearing monk beside him was vaguely thinking about something before he fainted.

"Haha, I hope you'll still be this arrogant when I beat you to your knees and I'm hunting you down."

The hungry wolf roared excitedly, its beast-like eyes burning with bloodlust. It transformed into a blur, instantly traversing several meters. Its fists rained down like a storm, its energy crisscrossing and attempting to seal off all of Boros's escape routes. The air was filled with a murderous aura.

Faced with this ferocious attack that could shatter rocks, Boros remained remarkably calm. He shifted his feet slightly and moved half an inch to the side, easily avoiding the most intense force of the Wolf Fist's attack. Then, he raised his arm and effortlessly blocked the relentless barrage of punches with just one hand.

Every block was so precise, textbook perfect, that he could even casually offer commentary amidst the fierce exchange:

"Your Flowing Water Rock-Smashing Fist is far from mastered. You don't understand the true meaning of 'Flowing Water' changing direction when encountering resistance and 'Rock-Smashing' being a one-hit kill! You're still far from perfect!"

Before he finished speaking, Boros remained calm and precisely cut into the gaps in the wolf's storm of punches, like a snake emerging from its hole, its movements seemingly gentle yet containing boundless power.

He moved his arms in a circle, his left fist protecting his elbow, and his right fist seemingly drawing out. It appeared to be just a light touch and a turn, but he cleverly borrowed the power of the hungry wolf's fist.

With a soft sound, Boros exerted force in his arm, instantly reversing the direction of the wolf's punch, which was powerful enough to shatter rocks.

The hungry wolf felt an inexplicable force coming up his arm, and he immediately lost his balance, as if he had been swept into a violent vortex. Before his horrified expression could even freeze, he was sent flying backward in a sorry state, crashing heavily onto the grass several meters away.

"Water Flow Rock Smashing Fist? How come you know that too?!"

The hungry wolf propped himself up from the pile of rubble, his chest heaving, his eyes wide with surprise. He stared at Boros and asked a question.

"I am a disciple of Master Bang," Boros said calmly.

"Tch, so that long-winded old man has taken on a new disciple?"

The hungry wolf was taken aback at first, then a sinister and twisted grin appeared on his lips, and his eyes revealed a chilling madness.

"Since you're his disciple, the old man's expression would be priceless and hilarious if I tore you to pieces, wouldn't it? Haha, just thinking about it gets my blood pumping!"

Boros said coldly, "Since the old man doesn't want me to kill you, I'll just teach you a lesson with my fists."

"You mean you can kill me anytime? How arrogant!"

The hungry wolf let out a low growl filled with murderous intent. He twisted his neck violently, his bones cracking, and his previously disheveled state was instantly replaced by an even more ferocious aura:

"That was just a warm-up; now it's time to get started."

Before he could finish speaking, the hungry wolf stomped its feet on the ground, and like a black mist blown away by a gale, it vanished from the spot. Only a blurry afterimage remained in the air, causing the trees to rustle, and it instantly closed in on Boros.

The two figures overlapped completely at that moment, their fists and palms colliding fiercely in the air, producing a crisp sound like metal striking stone, making the air hum. Both used the same move, the "Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist," with continuous punches, the seemingly gentle trajectory concealing a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The two fought with lightning speed, their fists and feet turning into a blur of afterimages. Their offense and defense shifted like lightning, each move perfectly integrated into the other's rhythm, as synchronized as a reflection in a mirror. In an instant, a strong wind surged, swirling the surrounding fallen leaves into a flurry of motion.

However, the differences are revealed in the details. Boros's movements were not only equally exquisite, but also reached a state of perfection. He effortlessly neutralized the subtle flaws in Garou's ferocious power, and when counterattacking, he seamlessly combined the flexibility of "flowing water" with the ferocity of "rock shattering." Every move he made was without any hesitation. In contrast, although Garou's moves were fierce, they revealed a slight flaw caused by impatience.

This subtle flaw, which might be fleeting to an ordinary person, was caught by Boros, like a glaring crack on a flawless jade wall. In a flash, his hands shot out like lightning, his fingers forming claws, precisely seizing the wrist of the hungry wolf that was attacking with the force of wind and thunder.

"I told you, you're still a long way off."

Boros's voice was as cold as ice, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his waist and, taking advantage of the opponent's forward momentum, pulled his arm to cleverly redirect the wolf's violent force to the side.

With a dull thud, the wolf's figure was violently thrown over by this seemingly casual use of force. He was sent flying backward in a disarray, tracing an out-of-control arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the gravel several meters away, kicking up dust that obscured the dim sunset.

"Cough...this guy, cough cough..."

The hungry wolf struggled to his feet, supporting himself on his knees, blood dripping from his mouth onto the dust. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving.

"His fist technique... is almost on par with that old man's. Damn it... there's no way he can defeat him with just the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist."

"What? Not charging in anymore? Can't you feel the gap between us now?"

Polo's eyes remained expressionless, and his tone was cold.

"Stop spouting nonsense! Die!"

Enraged by Boros's words, the hungry wolf let out a beast-like howl. Its figure transformed into a blurry afterimage carrying the force of wind and thunder, unleashing a fierce killing intent, and pounced on Boros once more.

"Bang!"

His figure traced a familiar parabola in the air before crashing heavily into the rubble once more. He struggled to prop himself up from the crater, the excruciating pain of broken ribs shooting through his nerves like an electric shock, but he merely shook his head violently to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he attacked again.

His body flew backward again, he staggered to his feet, roared once more, and took off again.

Again and again, in an endless cycle. It was like a one-sided torture with no end in sight. The wolf's body was covered in wounds, and each impact brought him one step closer to death.

As the hungry wolf was once again blasted away by Boros's seemingly casual blow, a moment of clarity suddenly flashed through his mind, which had been filled with killing intent and fanaticism.

"No, this is not an opponent I can defeat at this stage. This kind of mindless charging is just suicide. I need to continue to grow, to continue to absorb nutrients from others and evolve. I need to find a way; this can't go on..."

After being brutally beaten, the wolf's blind and frenzied gaze gradually cleared.

His intelligence began to regain its dominance; he no longer focused on the immediate outcome, but instead pondered ways to break the deadlock amidst his disheveled tumbling.

"Right, the others! If I just grab any one of them as a hostage, and that guy's a hero, I'll have a chance to escape!"

The wolf's pupils contracted sharply, his gaze passing over Boros and precisely locking onto the unconscious Tanktop Venerable lying on the ground not far away. In a flash, he lunged at Boros again.

However, this time, his body, which was originally pouncing towards Boros, suddenly stopped in mid-air. Then, he twisted his waist with a sudden burst of power, abruptly changing direction and abandoning a head-on collision, directly lunging at the unsuspecting Tanktop Venerable. This feint was incredibly fast.

"Ha ha!"

Boros saw his movements, let out a loud laugh, and then his figure flashed like a ghost, leaving only a blurry afterimage in the air. In the next instant, he had already firmly intercepted between the Hungry Wolf and the Tank Top Master.

"Break my Flowing Rock Shattering Fist and win me fair and square. That's your only hope. Trying to use other tricks will only make you experience more despair."

Even if you cheat your way to victory against my boxing skills, I still have my second and third stages waiting for you. Heh...

The hungry wolf seemed not to hear him. He continued to change direction, pushing his speed to the limit, his target being another fallen hero.

However, no matter how fast Garou changed direction during his high-speed sprint, his movements were as fast as a ghost, Boros was always one step ahead of him, and could always accurately cut off all of Garou's routes the moment he made a move.

In just a few breaths, the wolf's figure flashed wildly, charging out resolutely time and time again, only to be forced to turn back again and again, its disheveled figure ultimately left standing still.

"Huff... huff..."

Finally, the hungry wolf stopped moving, lowered its head, and panted heavily.

"Give up? Shouldn't you stop your weirdo games and hunting farces? Give the adults a break, kid!"

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