Yamiru got out of the truck.
"Wait a moment," he said, raising his hand to signal the group of animal-headed thugs on the street to hold on.
He needed to unload the packages from the truck and shrink the small vehicle into a capsule to avoid it being scratched by these thugs.
With a light hop, he jumped to the back of the truck.
"Wait? We're here to beat you up, not wait!" the small cat-faced thug snarled.
However, despite his aggressive words, he remained rooted in place, only goading the others to make a move first.
"Yeah, who's waiting?" A hulking thug—whether a bear, wolf, or dog—cracked his knuckles.
"Boom!"
A large package, half the size of a person, fell from the truck and hit the ground with a dull thud.
The brutish thug, who might have been a bear, wolf, or dog, took a step back.
At the back of the truck, Yamiru, a boy of average height, was holding up the massive package. Its shadow completely covered him, obscuring his face, leaving only his bright eyes—faintly glowing with a hint of gold—as he calmly stared at the thugs on the street.
With a strong throw, he sent the package flying, landing with another heavy "boom."
"Guess he has a bit of strength…" the leopard-headed thug's underlings whispered.
"I thought that pig used transformation magic to fake this…"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
One after another, Yamiru unloaded packages of various sizes. The crocodile-headed thug couldn't help but mutter, "What are these packages? Why do they sound so heavy…"
What he didn't know was that the logistics company had intentionally assigned the heaviest and most difficult packages to Yamiru's shift. It was all about maximizing labor efficiency. Of course, Yamiru didn't mind—he saw it as good physical exercise. But the visual impact of unloading the heavy goods definitely impressed the thugs, causing them to wait quietly.
"Clap." Yamiru clapped his hands as he finished unloading.
He then shrank the now-empty truck into a capsule and slipped it into his pocket. Only then did he look at the towering, animal-headed thugs and ask, "Did that pig send you here?"
The leader, the leopard-headed thug, simply sneered at him. "You actually got out of the truck? You've got some guts."
"Alright, alright," Yamiru said, clearly uninterested in wasting any more time on these street punks. "Are you going one by one, or all at once?"
"So cocky?"
"You really have a big mouth!"
"You son of a—!"
The thugs were all like gasoline, ready to explode at the slightest spark. The hulking figure, unsure whether it was a bear, wolf, or dog, charged at Yamiru.
Yamiru had never practiced martial arts in this life or the last, but even having never eaten pork, does not mean he hadn't seen plenty of pigs run. He had watched enough chaotic movies, TV shows, and boastful novels. So when a large thug three times his size lunged at him, his first instinct was to swiftly sidestep, grab the thug's hand, and then deliver a powerful kick to his stomach.
His physical strength exceeded that of a normal person by a full factor, so his reaction speed was also exceptional. This allowed him to react quickly and avoid the awkwardness of seeing martial arts experts on Earth struggle in real combat.
"Ugh!" The thug clutched his stomach and kneeled, mouth open but unable to vomit.
"You bastard!"
"Let's all go!"
Yamiru turned his head, noticing the remaining animal-headed thugs charging toward him, surrounding him completely.
"So heavy..." Yamiru crouched slightly as the thugs piled on him. He really wanted to shout like in the comics and blast these punks off of him, but after trying to push with all his strength... awkwardly, it seemed he didn't have quite enough force for that. So, he took a deep breath and, picking the one with the most punchable face, he let out a low growl and headbutted him squarely in the nose.
"Ah!" The thug screamed, blood gushing from his nose as he fell backward.
With the opening, Yamiru's smaller body quickly squeezed out from the pile.
"Beat him up!" the cat-faced thug yelled from next to the leopard-head.
The crocodile-man charged at Yamiru, but Yamiru crouched down and swept his legs out, sending the crocodile-man face-first into the ground.
"You guys are all the same..." Yamiru wiped his nose, using his superior physical strength to knock them all down with punches, kicks, or even just his body slamming into them.
"Ouch..." the animal-headed thugs groaned as they lay on the ground.
"Hm?" Yamiru's ears twitched. "Who was calling me a weakling?"
He raised an eyebrow, turned, and looked in the direction of the voice.
"It wasn't me..."
Boom! Yamiru was already there with a punch, giving the thug a black eye.
"Who said I'm short?"
"No, it wasn't me..."
Boom! Yamiru grabbed the guy and tossed him with a shoulder throw.
"Who—"
"We really didn't say anything!"
Yamiru clapped his hands, slightly disappointed, and turned his attention to the leader, the leopard-headed thug, who had stayed on the sidelines. "Aren't you coming to practice?"
The leopard-headed man looked like Satan after peeking at Goten's fight with Trunks at the martial arts tournament. Upon hearing Yamiru's words, he quickly cleared his throat and scoffed, "With your level of skill, I can—"
"Glad you're willing to fight!" Yamiru nodded and walked over, ready to take action.
The cat-faced thug, standing next to the leopard-head, quietly shrank back, ready to run.
"Wait!" The leopard-head raised his hand as Yamiru approached.
Yamiru ignored him.
"Wait!" The leopard-head waved his hands frantically, but seeing Yamiru ignoring him and preparing to strike, he became enraged. "What the hell... when you asked us to wait, we waited, right?"
Yamiru swung his fist toward the leopard-head's face.
Finally, the leopard-head got his senses together and, in the moment before Yamiru's punch landed, yelled, "I'am finally feeling, go to hell!"
But just before the punch reached his face, the leopard-head's palm shot toward Yamiru.
Gurgle! Suddenly, Yamiru's stomach rumbled and a sharp pain shot through him. His face turned pale as cold sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.
"What the... why suddenly... a stomachache..."
He clutched his abdomen and crouched down.
"Hmph..." The leopard-headed thug sighed in relief. He was just a bad student in class, his mastery of superpowers was neither good nor bad. He relied on his luck and feelings to use his abilities. When he had been intimidated by Yamiru earlier, he almost couldn't use his powers, but fortunately, he had managed to pull it off. He sneered and said, "Scared now? This is my superpower!"
He kicked Yamiru away.
"Damn..." Yamiru was kicked and rolled across the ground, his stomach churning as if everything inside was about to spill out. His face turned green, drenched in sweat, but he managed to crawl up. His eyes blazed with fury as he gritted his teeth and growled, "You're dead! No one in heaven or on earth can save you... Hiss... no one can save you!!"
"Haha, still talking tough?" The leopard-headed thug laughed maniacally, thinking he had won for sure.
The animal-headed thugs who had been knocked down by Yamiru earlier started to get up one by one.
"Whoosh!" While rolling on the ground, Yamiru had managed to grab a stone. As the idiotic leopard-head laughed, he hurled the stone with all his might, hitting the leopard-head's wide-open mouth. Two sharp teeth flew out, blood splattered everywhere, and the leopard-head let out a shrill scream, clutching his bleeding mouth.
"My stomach doesn't hurt anymore."
Yamiru immediately felt a sense of relief and, not wasting any time, rushed over and kicked the leopard-head in the stomach.
The leopard-head was sent flying backward, his body jerking from the force of the kick.
"Superpowers, huh?"
Yamiru chased after him and jumped onto the leopard-head, slamming into him hard, causing the leopard-head's eyes to bulge out in shock.
Yamiru was still furious. If he had leaked something earlier... the thought was unbearable!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He continued to kick the leopard-head on the ground furiously.
"Stop! Stop!" The leopard-head curled up into a ball, wailing in agony.
The other animal-headed thugs, who had half-rose earlier, exchanged glances and, with silent agreement, lay back down…
While Yamiru was focused on kicking the leopard-head, the cat-faced thug saw his chance. He quietly moved toward the other thugs lying on the ground, lying down beside them and softly groaning in pain to blend in.
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In a small alley, the pig-headed thug, Tonpo, pressed himself against the wall in fear.
He had been hiding here, secretly watching the confrontation between the leopard-head's group and Yamiru. He had thought the leopard-head, the guy who often bullied him at the Superpower School, would be able to handle Yamiru, but to his shock, the leopard-head had been completely beaten. It was a total rout, a humiliating defeat—he came in arrogantly and left with his tail between his legs.
"Forget it, I won't deal with that guy anymore..."
Tonpo decided he would avoid Yamiru, that brute, from now on. Just as he was about to sneak away from the alley, he saw a hand on the wall at the entrance of the alley.
"I found you..." A black-haired boy's head peeked around the corner, looking at the trembling little pig with a sinister ghost-like gaze.