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Daredevil was caught off guard by Peter's punch and was blasted away, rolling several times on the ground in a sorry state.

Shaking his slightly dizzy head, Daredevil couldn't help but feel an urge to swear.

He could no longer tell whether this guy was simply a battle maniac or had become so deranged that he didn't even care about the lives of his own men.

Peter stood there silently, not pressing his advantage, just waiting for him to get up.

Daredevil gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Since you want to fight, then I'll play along to the end!

After I defeat you, I'll see if you can still be so tough!

Murdoch's grandmother once said that the Murdoch family members all harbored a devil within them.

Clearly, Daredevil has now unleashed a little of his inner demons.

Daredevil, now back on his feet, unleashed his full power and once again clashed with Peter!

The battle instantly intensified!

Daredevil's moves are no longer limited to boxing and joint locks. He can use various fighting techniques such as stick fighting, judo, and aikido with ease, integrating them into a storm of attacks that relentlessly engulf Peter.

That specially made short stick seemed to come alive in his hands.

Sometimes it is like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, cunning and ruthless; sometimes it is like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, ever-changing; and sometimes it can just rightly withdraw its grip, transforming into an indestructible shield.

As time went on, Daredevil gradually sensed that something was wrong.

He discovered that no matter how varied or fierce his attacks were, he could not defeat the mysterious man on the other side.

Moreover, this guy seems to be growing at an astonishing rate... rapidly!

At the beginning, when he hadn't unleashed his full power, he was able to suppress his opponent.

They can often find openings in the gaps between the opponent's moves and launch a counterattack.

But now, even though he had clearly used all his strength, that guy still looked like he was at a disadvantage, but in reality, he was in a state of chaos yet still organized.

Moreover, the opponent's offensive and defensive transitions gradually become more and more perfect in this process, and eventually become flawless.

It's as if all my experience and skills have been completely used as nourishment for the other party to become stronger!

What's even more terrifying is that, despite being hit hard several times during the fight, the opponent acted as if nothing had happened.

I'm starting to feel quite exhausted after playing for so long.

But the guy's movements showed no sign of slowing down, as if he never got tired!

What kind of monster is this?!

Finally, after another fierce battle, Daredevil, exhausted, was knocked away by Peter.

Just when he thought he was definitely going to die this time, his opponent stopped moving again and just watched him quietly, as if waiting for him to stand up and fight again.

Daredevil was a little overwhelmed. He didn't stand up immediately, but couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice:

"Who...who are you?!"

He was almost certain that the other person was not one of Kingpin's men.

If he were Kingpin's subordinate, he probably would have already torn off his own head to claim the reward from Kingpin.

If he's not Kingpin's subordinate, then what's the point of him bothering me for so long?

Peter did not respond immediately to Daredevil's question.

He first carefully recalled his battle with Daredevil.

After the battle, he had completely digested Makoto Kyogoku's karate insights and made them entirely his own.

He has now entered the hall of fame as a fighting master!

If I had to rate my own fighting skills, I'd give myself a 5.5, slightly inferior to Daredevil in front of me.

The opponent has mastered more combat styles than I do, but each combat technique is only at the A+ level.

Although Peter only knows karate now, he has raised this skill to the S-rank level.

Of course, this is just a comparison based purely on skill level.

If you take into account your superhuman physical abilities, the terrifying regenerative abilities of the Horse Talisman, and deadly moves like the Rasengan...

Forget Daredevil, even if the Hulk came, he would teach him a lesson with his infinite recovery and Rasengan combo.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Peter then turned his attention to Daredevil.

Since the usefulness of the whetstone has been exhausted...

So...

Peter glanced at Daredevil, who looked grave and was panting heavily, gave him an innocent smile, and then spoke in a relaxed tone:

Daredevil, you're pretty good.

"I had a great time tonight."

"So, our game can end now."

Daredevil:? ? ?

Dude, so you're not mute after all?

Also, what does it mean to have a lot of fun?

Were you just using me as a sparring partner the whole time?!

The thought exploded in Daredevil's mind like a thunderbolt, making him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

However, he no longer had time to think about anything else.

Because in the instant he was stunned, Peter moved!

This time, he did not suppress his strength and speed!

brush!

His figure appeared behind Daredevil in an instant, like a ghost.

So fast!

Daredevil was startled, and alarm bells went off in his head.

He instinctively tried to adopt a defensive stance, but it was too late.

boom!

A swift and precise chop struck his carotid sinus.

Daredevil's vision went black instantly, and he completely lost consciousness.

Peter nodded in satisfaction as he looked at Daredevil lying unconscious on the ground.

He walked up to Daredevil without any hesitation and quickly stripped him of his dark red suit, hood, and baton.

The feeling of holding it is indeed extraordinary.

Well, with a few minor changes to the color and style, it should be ready to use right away.

After putting away his suit and baton, he glanced at Daredevil, who was now only wearing his underwear and huddled in the cold wind.

After thinking for a moment, he picked one of Kingpin's henchmen who hadn't wet himself in fear, stripped the man of his clothes, and put them on Daredevil.

They then dragged it into an abandoned shipping container and thoughtfully closed the door.

This would both prevent him from being killed by Kingpin's men who arrived later and prevent him from catching a cold.

After doing all this, he took a cell phone from one of the thugs' pockets and dialed the New York Police Department:

"Hey? There's a dangerous goods transaction going on at Pier 9 in Brooklyn..."

After hanging up the phone, Peter picked up the two suitcases full of US dollars and sauntered away, muttering to himself:

"Oh, I'm such a kind and good person!"

Tonight was quite fruitful!