Daredevil? I Just Ordered a Gaming Companion!

Daredevil, real name Matt Murdock.

Blinded in his youth by chemical waste, his other four senses were dramatically enhanced as a result.

After growing up, by day he worked as a blind lawyer exclusively dispensing justice for the poor.

By night, he transformed into Daredevil, striking fear into the hearts of all criminals in Hell's Kitchen, using his fists and billy club to set right the darkness and vice of Hell's Kitchen.

Clearly, this guy had also caught wind of this gang transaction from Kingpin's men today.

At this moment, inside Daredevil, anger burned like fire.

In his sensory world, more than a dozen corpses were scattered across the ground in utterly brutal fashion, leaving the entire pier steeped in a thick stench of blood.

And the guy wrapped head to toe in the aura of fresh blood was currently surrounded by a crowd of Kingpin's thugs like the stars flanking the moon, "enjoying" the flattery of those around him.

All these displays led Daredevil to a split-second conclusion:

This mysterious, dangerous element was definitely a new recruit hired by Kingpin, a terrifying hitman akin to Bullseye!

"Kingpin's lackey!"

Daredevil let out a furious roar, his body snapping forward like a fully drawn bow and darting straight toward Peter!

He did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did he give the other party any chance for explanation.

Facing such an executioner with blood on his hands, the only form of communication was to subdue him with fists and send him to court to face justice!

Noticing Daredevil's movements, those underlings of Kingpin were stunned at first, then quickly recognized Daredevil's identity:

"Oh no, it's that 'Devil of Hell's Kitchen'!"

"Run! If we don't run now, it'll be too late!"

"No, what are we scared of for? With Big Boss here, snuffing him out is a piece of cake!"

These people had originally intended to flee, but after looking at the masked Peter, they suddenly regained their confidence.

With that thought, far from scattering in terrified flight, they instead clamored excitedly, preparing to watch a good show.

Listening to the clamor of that mob of gang underlings all around, Peter thought about it for a moment, temporarily abandoning his plan to take them out first, and turned instead to face the charging Daredevil.

This was certainly not because he planned to completely turn villain.

Nor did he intend to kill a "saint" like Daredevil.

He simply... had his eyes on the other guy's suit and billy club!

Peter's gaze swept over Daredevil's exquisite, dark red suit.

This material looked quite extraordinary.

Strength, toughness, elasticity... it seemed to have it all.

It was practically the most ideal suit material!

That stick also appeared to be made of a special alloy, and he could take it back for his own modifications or offer it directly as a sacrifice.

Anyway, the other guy was a superhero and wouldn't miss a single set of gear, so he might as well sponsor him, seeing as he was still quite poor!

Besides, Peter was in no mood to stage any kind of hero-appreciates-hero scene after clearing up misunderstandings with the guy.

Having read the original work thoroughly, he knew very well that his philosophy and Daredevil's were diametrically opposed.

This guy insisted on procedural justice and never killed anyone with his own hands.

As for Peter, he believed only in consequential justice; whoever dared provoke him, he would send straight to hell.

Neither of them could possibly convince the other, so why waste breath?

If the other guy were some kind of hero with special abilities, Peter might have tried to recruit him.

But Daredevil... this older brother had no special abilities, and he was still a lone wolf.

In the comics, Captain America had invited the guy to join the Avengers several times, only to be refused.

Peter didn't figure he had more face than Captain America.

Therefore, using him as a whetstone would be just about right.

It happened to be a chance to use the other guy, amidst the mugging, to test out what level of mastery he had just achieved in Kyogoku-style Karate.

In a flash of lightning, Daredevil's fist was already close at hand!

Peter's gaze narrowed, deliberately suppressing his strength and speed to a level indistinguishable from an ordinary person's, and then he reached out, grabbing for Daredevil's wrist.

Bang!

Fist and palm met, producing a muffled sound.

Peter's body swayed slightly, deflecting the other's attack while his footwork shifted instantly like a butterfly threading through flowers, winding up at Daredevil's flank and driving an elbow toward Daredevil's ribs!

The movement was smooth as flowing water, carrying a distinct flavor of violent aesthetics.

Although Daredevil was blind, his sensory capabilities were super strong, and his athletic nerves were incomparably developed.

Without even looking, he shifted sideways, dodging this elbow strike by a very narrow margin while simultaneously flicking his hand to lash a club straight toward Peter's face.

For a time, fists and feet crossed on the pier, the sound of thuds ringing out endlessly.

Two figures shuttled rapidly among the containers, colliding and separating.

As the number of exchanges increased, the more Peter fought, the more alarmed he became.

In the official stats, Daredevil's hand-to-hand combat skill level was a "6," belonging to a combat master proficient in various martial arts.

Now experiencing it firsthand, it truly lived up to its reputation!

Under the circumstance where Peter had suppressed his strength and speed to an equivalent level, he was actually completely dominated in the battle rhythm by the other party, and even faintly falling into a disadvantage.

This wasn't because Kyogoku's karate was no good, but rather because his own practical combat experience was lacking, to the point where he hadn't fully integrated Kyogoku's battle memories.

Thinking of this, the look Peter cast toward Daredevil carried a faint trace of excitement.

His idea was correct after all; the Daredevil before him was undoubtedly the best sparring partner for him at this stage!

He could clearly sense that under the immense pressure brought by Daredevil, those combat memories that had initially appeared somewhat raw were now being rapidly digested, absorbed, and thoroughly fused into his own battle instincts!

Thus, he put away those complex thoughts and began to concentrate on exchanging blows with Daredevil.

And so, imperceptibly, every move he made gradually became smoother and more lethal than before!

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, the group of thugs led by the scar-faced man among Kingpin's subordinates exchanged tacit glances.

This "Big Boss" seemed to be tangled up with Daredevil and couldn't tell the victor apart for a while.

That being the case, should they... take the opportunity to slip away?

The scar-faced man signaled with his eyes, and two lacklings immediately picked up the briefcase dropped on the ground, wanting to tiptoe away from the scene.

However, this crew had barely run a couple of steps.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Don't even think about escaping!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

One came from Peter, and one from Daredevil.

The next second, the two figures tacitly broke away from the combat at the same time, blocking the path of that mob of thugs from left and right in an instant.

Daredevil delivered a sweeping leg, directly knocking three thugs to the ground.

Peter was even more direct; he instantly burst forth with speed, kicking one lackling holding the money case straight into two halves, and turned around to punch another lackling's head into a pulp with a single blow.

This bloody and brutal scene nearly made the scar-faced man scream his throat out.

Huh?!

On the other side, feeling the actions of the "Mystery Man" and the emotions of fear leaking from Kingpin's subordinates, Daredevil couldn't help but freeze.

Did he... get something wrong?

If this guy really was Kingpin's lackey, why would he stop his accomplices from taking the money and leaving? And why would he ruin this transaction?

Daredevil dispatched the thugs around him in a couple of moves, then looked toward Peter and spoke:

"Wait! You..."

He had intended to pause the fight and have a good chat with Peter.

But Peter didn't give him this chance at all.

After blowing up the scar-faced man's head with a single punch, Peter closed in on Daredevil rapidly, raised his hand, and threw an unreasonable punch straight ahead!