Chapter 26: Hungry Wolf, Are You Ready to Face the Wolf King?
Although it looks a lot like King Chappa's Eight-Arm Fist, it's clear that the current Garou doesn't have King Chappa's level of strength.
In the story, King Chappa was defeated twice by Goku and seemed weak, but he was still a former World Martial Arts Tournament champion—a top Earthling martial artist in the Dragon Ball world. If he had competed in the 21st Tournament, he definitely would've been a tougher opponent than Nam, who Goku faced in the quarterfinals.
Flowing Rock Crushing Fist—"Flowing" symbolizes the continuous nature of the attacks, while "Rock Crushing" symbolizes their power. Literally, it means a technique capable of penetrating water and smashing rocks—like the concept of dripping water wearing down stone.
From an outsider's perspective, that's exactly how it seems.
But according to Master Bang himself, "Flowing Rock Crushing" is just a metaphor. Even the name was made up casually.
It's a very free-form martial art. No set structure, no fixed patterns. It adapts on the fly and grows with the user. If compared to another martial art, it's like the fist version of Dugu Nine Swords—a thousand people will have a thousand different styles.
The strength of the martial art has nothing to do with the technique itself, but entirely with the user.
If the person is strong, the technique is strong.
If the person is weak, the technique is weak.
Rather than a martial art, it's more like a school of thought, a spirit, an ideal.
Like Shingen-ryu in the Hunter x Hunter universe or Turtle and Crane Schools in Dragon Ball.
When Garou uses the Flowing Rock Crushing Fist, it emphasizes speed, precision, and ferocity.
Incredibly fast strikes, pinpoint accuracy on the opponent's weak spots, and focused power for explosive damage—that's how Hungry Wolf stood out among his peers. Even if others disliked him, the overwhelming gap in strength meant they could only grumble behind his back.
Even knowing Garou was going to attack, normal people couldn't keep up—his speed was on another level.
Garou is strong. Very strong. Extremely strong.
If only his opponent wasn't Yamcha.
While Garou's technique focuses on speed, precision, and ferocity, Yamcha's style is something entirely different.
It's all about unpredictability.
The strange.
Under the barrage of Garou's storm-like attacks, Yamcha's body seemed to turn into mist—evading each punch in bizarre, almost supernatural ways.
If Garou is a storm, then Yamcha is morning fog. Elusive, drifting with the wind—clearly close, yet utterly untouchable. His weird and mysterious style left people baffled.
No matter how wild the storm, it couldn't move the fog.
So close, yet impossibly far.
This was one of the "Tao" (Ways) Yamcha had begun to grasp during his training. Still in its early stages, not fully formed—but more than enough to handle Hungry Wolf at this point.
For context, Yamcha's best "Tao" is actually very similar to Garou's—also based on speed, precision, and ferocity.
So now, one attacks like a fierce storm, the other like a twisting phantom. Yet Garou couldn't land a solid hit.
"Even though I can't stand you, I have to admit—you're damn strong," Hungry Wolf muttered after hundreds of exchanges, slightly out of breath. "I thought you were just some rich guy on vacation."
"Didn't expect you to have skills."
As someone aspiring to be the ultimate villain, Garou rarely talked mid-fight—he knew the classic rule that villains die because they talk too much.
For him to say three sentences already showed how much he recognized Yamcha's strength.
"We must've exchanged at least 300 blows by now?"
Compared to the fatigued Garou, Yamcha's energy hadn't dropped a bit.
"It's been far more than three moves," Yamcha replied, referring to his earlier declaration of victory within three hits, making Garou's face twitch slightly in embarrassment.
Never hit someone in the face...
Desperate to change the subject, he asked, "Why aren't you using the Flowing Rock Crushing Fist?"
"Flowing Rock Crushing Fist isn't meant to be used against fellow students—so I won't use it on you."
Yamcha didn't directly answer, but his words confirmed it indirectly.
"You've mastered it too!"
Garou's eyes lit up, feeling a strange sense of connection.
"This guy's the same kind as me!"
Going from calling him a cheater to this showed that Garou had come to acknowledge Yamcha.
He wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat.
The more he's beaten down, the stronger he grows. Constantly improving until he surpasses all opponents—while still retaining a shred of goodness deep inside. In the original story, Garou was basically a villain with a protagonist's growth arc.
That's why Yamcha was willing to keep "playing" with him.
Because he liked what he saw.
"I'll beat you with another fist style," Yamcha said as he moved for the first time—left foot forward, right leg slightly bent, striking a classic stance.
Garou, in the next second, felt Yamcha's entire aura shift.
He was no longer elusive—he was even more aggressive than Garou!
Yamcha's extremity surpassed even Garou's. His fist wind sharper, more dangerous.
How could someone like Garou, raised in the city, compare to Yamcha, who survived among wolves in the desert?
In the Diamond is Unbreakable world, Yamcha never used his fists. But now, he was fully revealing his skills.
That fiercely aggressive aura stunned not only Garou—but also every fellow disciple watching. Their impression of Yamcha as a "weird rich recluse" was completely shattered.
Unlike the previous world, Yamcha hadn't built any connections here.
Aside from Old Master Bang, the only person in the dojo Yamcha respected was Garou. He was goal-oriented and wouldn't waste time on meaningless relationships.
His time was valuable.
Yamcha's aura climbed to its peak. He looked at Garou and said:
"You call yourself Garou—so are you ready to face the Wolf King?"
"Wolf King?"
The next second, Garou's eyes widened. Behind Yamcha, he saw the image of a giant wolf spirit—its massive glowing green eyes locked onto him.
It felt like an invisible hand was gripping his heart. His body froze, petrified—even his breath stalled.
"Wolf Fang..."
" Fist!"
(End of chapter)