What a Great Guy I Am!

Daredevil was caught off guard by Peter's punch and sent flying, rolling across the ground several times in a sorry state.

Shaking his slightly woozy head, Daredevil could not help feeling the urge to curse.

He could no longer tell whether this guy was simply a battle maniac or so utterly insane that he did not even care about the lives of his own men.

Peter merely stood there in silence, neither pressing his advantage nor attacking, calmly waiting for Daredevil to get back up.

Daredevil gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

Since you wanted to fight, then I would fight you to the end!

Once I defeated you, let's see if you could still act so tough!

Murdock's grandmother had once said that everyone in the Murdock Lineage hid a demon in their heart.

Clearly, Daredevil had now let a little of that demon out.

After climbing to his feet, Daredevil stopped holding back. He unleashed everything he had learned in his life and clashed with Peter once more!

The battle instantly reached a fever pitch!

Daredevil's movements were no longer limited to boxing and joint locks. Staff fighting, judo, aikido... all manner of combat techniques flowed effortlessly from his hands, merged seamlessly together, and became a relentless storm of attacks that engulfed Peter.

That specially made baton seemed to come alive in his hands.

At times, it struck like a venomous snake leaving its burrow, vicious and unpredictable; at times, it transformed with endless variations like a flock of birds paying homage to the phoenix; at other times, it returned to his hand at just the right moment, becoming an impregnable shield.

As time passed, Daredevil gradually sensed that something was wrong.

He discovered that no matter how his attacks changed or how fierce they became, he could never take down the mysterious man before him.

Moreover, this guy seemed to be growing at an astonishing rate...

At first, when Daredevil had not unleashed his full strength, he could still suppress him.

He could often find openings to counterattack during the gaps between the other man's transitions.

But now, despite using all his strength, that guy still looked as though he was at a disadvantage, while in truth remaining orderly amid the chaos.

Moreover, his opponent's transitions between offense and defense gradually became more refined throughout the battle, eventually becoming nearly flawless.

It was as though all of Daredevil's experience and techniques had become nourishment for the other man's growth!

What was even more frightening was that although the other man had taken several heavy blows during the fight, he had acted as though nothing had happened.

Daredevil himself was already faintly exhausted after fighting for so long.

Yet that guy's movements did not slow in the slightest, as though he never knew fatigue!

What kind of monster was this?!

Finally, after another fierce clash, Daredevil was sent flying by Peter when his stamina gave out.

Just when he thought he was certainly going to die this time, his opponent stopped moving again and simply watched him, seemingly waiting for him to stand up and fight again.

Daredevil was starting to lose it. Rather than getting up immediately, he rasped out:

"What... exactly are you?!"

He was almost certain that the other man was not one of Kingpin's people.

If he had been Kingpin's subordinate, he would have twisted off Daredevil's head and gone to Kingpin for a reward long ago.

But if he was not Kingpin's man, what exactly had he been trying to accomplish by tangling with Daredevil for so long?

Peter did not answer Daredevil's question right away.

Instead, he first carefully recalled his battle with Daredevil.

After that fight, he had completely absorbed Makoto Kyogoku's karate insights and thoroughly made them his own.

He had now stepped into the hall of combat masters!

If he had to score his combat techniques, they were probably at around 5.5, half a step below the Daredevil before him.

His opponent had mastered more combat styles than Peter, but every one of those techniques was only at the A+ level.

Peter, on the other hand, only knew karate, but he had raised that single art to the S level.

Of course, that was merely a comparison of pure technique.

If his inhuman physical abilities, the Horse Talisman's terrifying recovery power, and a killing move like the Rasengan were factored in...

Forget Daredevil—even if the Hulk came, Peter would still teach him a harsh lesson with infinite regeneration plus the Spiral Barrage.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Peter finally turned his gaze toward Daredevil.

Since the whetstone had been squeezed dry of all its value...

Then...

Peter looked at the grave-faced, panting Daredevil. He gave him a harmless smile and spoke casually:

"Daredevil, you're pretty good."

"I had a lot of fun tonight."

"So our game can end now."

Daredevil: ???

Wait, man, so you weren't mute?

And what did you mean, you had a lot of fun?

Had this guy been using him as... a sparring partner from beginning to end?!

The thought exploded in Daredevil's mind like thunder, filling him with an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

But at that moment, he had no time to think any further.

Because in the instant he froze, Peter moved!

This time, he no longer restrained his strength or speed!

Whoosh!

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

So fast!

Daredevil was startled, alarm bells ringing wildly in his mind.

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

Bang!

A clean, decisive knife-hand strike landed precisely on the carotid sinus in his neck.

Daredevil's vision went black instantly, and he completely passed out.

Peter looked at the unconscious Daredevil on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

He walked over without the slightest hesitation and quickly stripped Daredevil of his dark red suit, mask, and baton.

It felt extraordinary in his hands, just as expected.

Hmm, with a few changes to the color and style, he could probably use it directly.

After putting away the suit and baton, he looked at Daredevil, who was left wearing only underwear and curled into a ball in the cold wind.

After thinking for a moment, he picked one of Kingpin's men who had not wet himself from fright, stripped off his clothes, and put them on Daredevil.

He then dragged him into an abandoned shipping container and thoughtfully shut the door.

That would keep him from being killed by Kingpin's men who might arrive later, while also preventing him from catching a cold.

After finishing all that, he took a phone from a thug's pocket and called the New York Police Department:

"Hello? There's a dangerous goods transaction going on over at Pier 9 in the Brooklyn District..."

After hanging up, Peter picked up the two suitcases full of U.S. dollars and strolled away, sighing to himself as he went:

"Ah, I really am such a kind, wonderful person!"

Tonight's haul was quite plentiful~