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Just as Saitama and his group were about to get up and leave, in another corner of the venue, Suiryu was quietly standing in the crowd.

Unlike the others, he didn't complain or discuss it; he just stared blankly at the black screen.

His prized Netherworld Fist was utterly useless against his opponent.

His opponent not only defeated him, but also, in an instant, showed him the end of the path of martial arts he was pursuing.

A strong urge welled up within him, a desire to find contestant A-777, even if it was just to ask one question, "How can one reach that level?"

But he clenched his fists and ultimately didn't take that step.

His pride as a genius prevented him from pursuing victory in front of everyone as a loser.

"A-777..."

He silently recited the code name, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I'll remember you. Next time... next time we meet, I'll definitely be stronger."

After saying that, he turned and squeezed into the dispersing crowd, his back view carrying an unprecedented sense of desolation and determination.

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In the contestant area, the manager was addressing Garou: "Contestant B-444, we sincerely apologize for this accident! We will definitely provide your prize money and compensation later..."

The hungry wolf squeezed out a single word through his teeth.

He didn't even glance at the supervisor; his eyes remained fixed on the VR glasses in his hands.

“Heh…” The hungry wolf suddenly let out a low, ambiguous laugh.

He turned around abruptly and casually threw his glasses away.

He felt it was all a ridiculous farce.

Competition, rules, system, audience... these things were constraints for him from the very beginning.

Now, let's continue searching for contestant number A-777 and finish the fight we didn't finish.

The thought flashed through the wolf's mind, but he immediately rejected it.

Such a powerful person could never be an insignificant nobody.

He even had a strong premonition that this A-777 was likely one of the S-class heroes on his "Hero Hunt" list.

Moreover, he actually knows the "Water Flow Rock Shattering Fist"?

That familiar starting stance, that fist intent that combines strength and gentleness, although different from what I had learned, was undoubtedly the same fist technique.

"This is getting more and more interesting..."

Involuntarily, the image of an old man with white hair appeared in the wolf's mind—his master, Bang.

He then shook his head in frustration, as if trying to shake off that memory.

Ignoring the astonishment and shouts of his supervisor behind him, he strode towards the athletes' private passage without turning back.

He disappeared into the shadows of the passageway without any obstruction.

Meanwhile, in the other contestant area, Lin Mo took off his VR glasses, which were completely broken.

A burnt smell of electrical wiring entered his nostrils, causing him to frown slightly.

He let out a long breath, and the slight dizziness caused by the system crash quickly subsided.

Although the battle that just happened only lasted a short time in the real world, it was of extraordinary significance to him.

He successfully integrated his two completely different boxing philosophies, and the resulting power was no longer a simple matter of one plus one equals two.

Unfortunately, the virtual system couldn't hold up.

“A hungry wolf…” Lin Mo muttered to himself, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

He could sense that in the final moments of the battle, the wolf's aura became increasingly ferocious and pure, revealing astonishing potential.

Should I go find him now? Lin Mo rejected the idea.

Although the wolf has already shown its fangs, it is not mature enough yet, and the "emotional value" it can provide is far from reaching its peak.

If I were to rashly appear, I might be able to fight another match, but in the long run, the disadvantages would far outweigh the advantages.

"Grow slowly, Garou. I look forward to the day you become a true 'monster'."

After saying that, Lin Mo stood up and walked towards another exit, blending seamlessly into the crowd of audience members who were beginning to leave.

Outside the stadium, night had fallen.

The hungry wolf walked alone in a secluded, dark alley. The moonlight overhead was unusually bright tonight, casting his shadow long and thin.

He stopped, turned around, looked up, and gazed at the still brightly lit stadium.

His breathing had calmed down, but the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.

“A-777…” he murmured the code name, a cruel yet excited smile curving his lips.

"I have... remembered your 'taste'."

“Next time,” he said to the empty alley, “nothing will be able to interrupt us.”

Chapter 113 Visit

At night, the city of Z was brightly lit.

In a damp, musty back alley, a hunt is underway.

"Is this... the power of an S-class hero?"

A man wearing a vest, with bulging muscles—Vest Venerable—was kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily.

His once-proud vest was covered in dust and tears, his firm muscles were marked with clear fist marks and bruises, and a trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

"You've really disappointed me to the core." Standing opposite him was Hungry Wolf.

He hadn't even changed into his combat suit; he was still wearing that ordinary gray hoodie, but at that moment, the aura he exuded was exceptionally terrifying.

"What's your fighting style besides charging in? It's just a simple accumulation of strength, with absolutely no skill involved."

"Stop...stop nagging!"

With a roar, the Tank Top Master forcefully suppressed the injuries in his body, and with a sudden burst of power from his legs, he launched his strongest move again—the "Tank Top Throw"—like a cannonball being fired!

However, faced with this overwhelming blow, the hungry wolf revealed an extremely disdainful sneer.

"Too slow, too easy to see through."

Instead of retreating, he charged towards the Vest-Top Venerable.

His body swayed with a rhythmic flow, easily dodging the Vest Venerable's grasp.

Immediately afterwards, the wolf's palm pressed against the gap under the ribs exposed by the Tank Top Master during his charge.

He did not use the Flowing Water Rock Shattering Fist. What he was using at the moment was a fighting technique that he created himself by imitating, learning, and combining with his own situation during the battle with Lin Mo!

A penetrating, skillful force erupted instantly!

"Ugh—!"

The Vest Venerable let out a painful groan, his forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt. He felt as if his ribs had been struck hard by an iron hammer, and half of his body went numb.

"Heroes are nothing but a bunch of fools who have been blinded by fame and power."

The wolf's voice was cold and cruel, but his attacks did not stop in the slightest.

Every move was aimed at the points where the Tank Top Master exerted his muscle power, the vulnerable points of his joints, and the gaps in his breathing.

The Vest Master possessed immense strength, but every counterattack he launched was neutralized by his opponent's skillful maneuvering, while his injuries continued to accumulate.

His pride in his strength seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute skill.

"Stop! You villain!"

Just then, two angry shouts came from the alley entrance.

Chalanzi was striking a seemingly impressive pose, shouting with a fierce but inwardly weak tone.

Beside him, a man in uniform riding a bicycle—an unlicensed motorcyclist—also arrived at the scene, panting heavily.

"Oh? Two more small fry have arrived?"

The hungry wolf didn't even turn around; he simply delivered a backhand elbow strike, knocking the vest-wearing master, who was trying to get up, to the ground once again.

"Take this! I am Bang-sensei's top disciple!"

Chalanzi mustered her courage and rushed forward, delivering a seemingly fierce straight punch to the back of the hungry wolf.

Without turning his head, the hungry wolf simply shifted his body slightly to the side, causing Chalanzi's fist to miss its mark.

Immediately, a swift back kick landed precisely on Chalanzi's abdomen.

"Bang's disciple? Is this all the level he's at?"

The wolf's voice was full of sarcasm, "You haven't even learned the basics of what he's made of."

Chalanzi was sent flying backward, curled up on the ground groaning in pain, and instantly lost her fighting ability.

Seeing his companions fall one after another, the unlicensed rider's sense of justice overcame his fear.

He hurled his bicycle at the hungry wolf, charging forward as he did so, shouting, "Justice Charge!"

"Another idiot who only knows how to charge around."

Hungry Wolf impatiently dodged the flying bicycle to the side. Faced with the unlicensed rider's chaotic charge, he didn't even bother to block.

He simply reached out a hand and precisely grabbed the unlicensed rider's shoulder.

Then, with a twist of his waist, he executed a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the unlicensed rider hard onto the cold concrete ground.

With a "crack," it was the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The unlicensed rider let out a painful groan, but as he fell to the ground, he continued to struggle, trying to grab the wolf's ankle with his uninjured arm.

"Don't...do evil anymore..."

"Tsk." The hungry wolf looked at the man at his feet, who was as weak as an ant but extremely stubborn, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, weakling."