Isn't It Common Sense to Max Out Archers' Strength?

This lunatic!

Daredevil saw it clearly now.

The man before him was a complete and utter madman, a lunatic who lived entirely within his own world!

"A murderer like you belongs in prison!"

Daredevil gritted his teeth, his voice heavy with suppressed rage.

Du Mu chuckled, his tone flippant: "You don't say? I've never actually been to prison. If it weren't for faction restrictions, I'd love to test out this game's wanted system and relive the good old days in Los Santos."

Daredevil's heart sank.

Not only did this person treat human life like blades of grass, but he also viewed law and order as nothing more than an absurd, ridiculous game!

He had to stop him!

He could never let him act so recklessly again!

With that thought, Daredevil hesitated no longer.

He leaped from the top of the streetlamp, and as he plummeted, a red billy club whistled through the air, launched toward Du Mu!

Bang!

The gunshot rang out again, the bullet precisely knocking the club aside!

However, the moment the shot echoed, Daredevil had already landed steadily not far from Du Mu. With a flick of his wrists, the two clubs, connected by a chain at their ends, snapped back into his hands without a moment's delay, and he charged toward Du Mu at blinding speed!

Bang! Bang!

Du Mu reacted with lightning speed, firing two shots in succession!

Daredevil's wrists flicked rapidly, his clubs carving out afterimages in front of him. Two crisp clangs rang out—the bullets had actually been deflected!

"Blocking bullets with sticks?"

Du Mu raised an eyebrow.

But considering this was a game made by a superhero company, he immediately found it reasonable.

The next moment, Daredevil closed the distance, his red clubs striking directly at Du Mu!

He knew full well that Du Mu's marksmanship was precise; only by engaging in close-quarters combat and completely sealing off the space for him to fire could he minimize the threat.

As Daredevil thought this, he prepared to unleash his signature move, the Six-Strike-Per-Second...

"Muay Thai Warning!"

Du Mu let out a low shout, his body lunging forward as he delivered a vicious knee strike that slammed into Daredevil's ribs like a heavy hammer!

[Skill: Muay Thai Warning]
[Effect: Max-level Muay Thai technique]
[Evaluation: One warning issued. Next time, it's real Muay Thai!]

This sudden, brutal close-range strike caught Daredevil off guard. He took the blow squarely to his ribs, the immense force causing his vision to black out, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

Enduring the agonizing pain, he kicked out hard against Du Mu's abdomen, using the leverage to leap backward and widen the gap between them.

Du Mu took the opportunity to holster his Golden Desert Eagle, assuming a standard Muay Thai fighting stance with a mocking smirk: "You've got guts to try melee with me. Don't you know my Strength is the highest of all my attributes?"

Daredevil truly didn't know.

After all, who would have guessed that a marksman with god-like aim could also be so formidable in close combat!

He had been careless!

Daredevil clutched his injured ribs, feeling as though a few bones might have snapped. The intense pain made it nearly impossible to stand straight, leaving him in a wretched state.

Watching Daredevil's pained expression, Du Mu teased him cheerfully: "What's wrong, lawyer Matt? Hemorrhoids acting up?"

"!!!"

Daredevil was deeply shaken, but he struggled to maintain his composure on the surface, his voice dropping low: "What are you talking about?"

Du Mu laughed: "Don't play dumb, lawyer Matt. The name above your head gave you away a long time ago."

In his field of vision, Daredevil had a clearly visible name floating above his head: Matt Murdock!

It was the same blind lawyer he had met that morning.

Matt's expression turned grim.

His extraordinary senses had detected nothing unusual above his head, yet Du Mu had accurately identified his true identity, despite them having only met once.

He had never revealed to anyone that he was Daredevil; even his closest friend, Foggy, was completely in the dark.

Du Mu watched Matt's shocked expression and clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Who would have thought? A legal pioneer by day, and a pervert who likes wearing spandex to wrestle men in the dark by night. You've got quite the hobby!"

Matt: "..."

I'm fighting crime here, how did you manage to twist it into something so twisted?

"But I am curious, though," Du Mu asked, intrigued. "As a blind man, how exactly can you see things?"

He was certain that Matt's eyes were truly blind, yet this did not hinder the man's movements in the slightest; he was even more agile and precise than most people, which was not how a blind man should behave.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Matt's voice returned to its cold indifference, and this response was tantamount to admitting his identity.

There was no helping it; Du Mu had clearly confirmed who he was, and there was no point in continuing the charade.

Du Mu shrugged. "Don't be so stingy. How about this: you answer my questions, and I won't make your perverted hobby public. How does that sound?"

That is not a perverted hobby!

Matt remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

"Fine!"

Matt ultimately agreed to Du Mu's proposal; he did not want the fact that he was Daredevil exposed either.

He spoke slowly, "I truly cannot see, but my sensory abilities far exceed those of an ordinary person, allowing me to perceive changes in the surrounding environment and the movement of objects... Put your middle finger down; I said I can feel it."

"Uh, no offense meant, just curious and wanted to test it."

Du Mu lowered his middle finger, looking slightly embarrassed, though his eyes held a trace of strange sympathy.

Being this sensitive, his nightlife must be truly worrying.

Matt sensed Du Mu's odd gaze and felt somewhat confused, but he did not dwell on it.

He endured the sharp pain in his ribs, his voice low and firm. "Du Mu, your actions have completely violated the law. It is not too late to turn yourself in now."

Du Mu found it amusing. "What law did I break?"

"Murder. The evidence is right at your feet."

Matt pointed at the cold, lifeless body of Hammerhead on the ground.

Du Mu widened his eyes. "Don't go around framing a good man. I, Du Mu, never kill people. He's just sleeping!"

Matt: "..."

The blood is practically forming a river, and you call this sleeping?

Du Mu curled his lips indifferently. "Besides, a gang leader is dead—so be it. People like him have ruined countless families; dying a thousand times wouldn't be enough. If you hand him over to the law, he'd get a few decades at most, and if he hired a high-priced legal team, he might even get out early."

Matt gritted his teeth.

As a lawyer, he knew full well that what Du Mu said was true.

"Regardless of who he is, his crimes should be judged by the law!" Matt insisted.

Du Mu suddenly asked, "What if he killed your friend? Would you still insist on handing him over to the law?"

Matt froze for a moment, then nodded. "I believe the law will provide a fair resolution."

"Then what if... I were the one who killed your friend?"

"For instance, that fat guy named Foggy?"

"What would you do then?"

Du Mu's eyes became incredibly serious, and the corners of his mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

Matt's heart tightened abruptly!

He could clearly hear Du Mu's steady heartbeat; this man was definitely not joking!

He felt that if he gave the wrong answer, the man might take action the very next second!

Watching Matt fall into silence, Du Mu suddenly felt bored.

As expected, until the blade cuts into one's own flesh, one never truly knows the pain.

Without warning, a large blade appeared in his hand, and he brought it down on Hammerhead's neck!

Hmm, now it's under ten kilograms!

Matt was shocked and furious. "Wait! You..."

"Bye-bye, Lawyer Matt. Let's play again when you have time."

Du Mu waved his hand casually, and his figure, along with the fresh head in his hand, vanished from the spot instantly.

In the cold alley, only the speechless and shocked Matt remained, along with the jarring, headless corpse on the ground.