First Collision

Bang!

The moment the young man appeared, the Punisher raised his hand and pulled the trigger. The Browning pistol burst into flame, emitting a startling sound. The bullet shattered the window behind them, scattering glass shards everywhere.

The bloody scene everyone expected didn't materialize. The young man wearing a black mask seemed to have foreseen the Punisher's actions. With precise footwork, he dodged in advance and disappeared into the darkness.

"Is this how you greet an old friend, Mr. Frank?" the young man's teasing voice echoed through the restaurant. "It's rather impolite."

The Punisher's expression was serious. The skull on his black T-shirt seemed even more striking in the dim light. "If you're siding with The Hand, I'll blow your head off with the next shot!"

The young man moved through the shadows, his tall figure blending seamlessly with the dim surroundings. He watched the tense street heroes with cold, calm eyes, like a hunter waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

"Who is he?" Danny Rand asked, turning his head. "You shouldn't have shot just now. What if you attracted The Hand?"

"A dangerous individual." The Punisher gripped his Browning pistol. He ignored Danny Rand's complaint and instead looked at Daredevil. "Can you pinpoint his location?"

Daredevil drew two specially made batons. He nodded at the Punisher and gestured in a certain direction. Understanding the signal, the Punisher immediately raised his hand, and the dark muzzle erupted in flame. The powerful metal bullet tore apart a screen in the restaurant, sending debris flying. The moment the gunshot stopped, Daredevil, like a coiled leopard, lunged into the darkness.

"...No one?"

Finding no one behind the screen, Daredevil was astonished. He had clearly heard a heartbeat and, following the sound, only found a delicate, small, strange device.

"Sometimes, a person's ears, like their eyes, are easily deceived."

A low voice suddenly sounded. Daredevil was startled and spun around, swinging his baton. Through his superhuman senses, a figure appeared as clearly as a ghost. The rapid heartbeat, like war drums, the powerful life force like a furnace, and subtle information imperceptible to ordinary humans painted a terrifyingly strong figure.

The figure blocked the powerful baton and swung a fierce fist towards Daredevil's temple. Feeling the whistling wind in the air, Matt, beneath the devil's mask, slightly turned his head. With his other baton, he counterattacked towards the opponent's jaw. If that blow landed, his entire jawbone would likely shatter!

"Mr. Murdock, you're out." The low voice carried a hint of a smile.

A sudden sense of alarm rose in Daredevil's heart. The figure's hand darted out like lightning, grabbing the baton coming from below. A surge of immense strength traveled up the baton to his arm. Daredevil, who had never been outmatched in strength, grunted, and his weapon flew out of his hand. Immediately, his chest felt like it had been hit by a battering ram. The sound of cracking ribs was clear as he was sent flying through the air, crashing through a table and landing on the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A continuous barrage of gunshots pursued the figure, who moved like a black ghost. After emptying his magazine, the Punisher threw away his Browning pistol and pulled a Gerber fighting knife from his back. He knew the guy was fast and possessed superhuman strength. If he couldn't restrict the opponent's movement, firearms would be useless.

"He's unconscious, his ribs are cracked, he needs to go to the hospital immediately!" Jessica rushed to Daredevil's side. His injuries were quite severe.

"Let's deal with this annoying guy first!" Luke Cage took off his jacket, his muscles bulging like a ferocious beast.

The Punisher gripped his fighting knife, held his breath, and carefully sensed every subtle movement in the darkness. A faint gust of wind brushed past, and the Punisher spun around, unleashing a sharp slash of his blade!

"Whoa!"

Sean, hidden in the shadows, was surprised. With his exceptional reaction speed, he dodged to the side. The blade grazed his body, and a heavy, powerful fist followed, striking Sean's shoulder. The strong punch felt like hitting a solid steel plate. Both men staggered back a few steps, the Punisher groaning in pain. Was this guy made of iron?!

"Let me teach him a lesson!"

Luke Cage strode forward like a fierce tiger. Compared to Daredevil and the Punisher, the fighting skills of this strong black man were quite crude. However, against Sean, he held his own.

This black man, born in Harlem, possessed superhuman strength and skin impervious to blades. Even though he wasn't proficient in combat, he held his own against Sean with his incredible defense. Continuous heavy punches landed on Luke Cage's body from all directions, making dull thudding sounds like hitting a sandbag.

Luke Cage retreated continuously, trying to catch Sean's figure. But every time he threw a punch, the opponent would dodge first and then counterattack. Having fought so many battles in Harlem, Luke Cage had never felt so frustrated, being treated like a sandbag to be beaten without any ability to fight back. Even with his bulletproof defense, enduring the rain of heavy punches still caused him a twinge of pain!

"This is the first time I've met someone like you, with such great durability. Interested in being my sparring partner? We can pay by the hour."

Sean landed another punch below the opponent's ribs. The energy within him surged, coursing through his body like electricity, sending tingles throughout him. He took a deep breath, and the boiling energy in his body seemed to find an outlet, pouring into his rapidly swinging fists. Luke Cage, who had been enduring a storm of blows, suddenly retreated like a startled beast!

Crack!

A sturdy solid pillar was broken in half by Sean's waist strike. He charged forward, grabbed the retreating Luke Cage with both hands, and exerted force, lifting the heavy, four-hundred-pound body high into the air before throwing him out the window!

Car alarms blared into the night sky. The strong black man crashed through the window and landed on a black Chevrolet sedan, caving in the roof. The glass windows shattered, and the automatic alarm was triggered, emitting a piercing shriek.

"Three left—" Sean stepped out of the darkness with light footsteps. "I told you earlier, fighting together would save a lot of trouble."

Jessica crossed her arms and rubbed them. She had observed this guy's fight and realized that his strength, speed, muscle density, and nerve reflexes far exceeded those of ordinary people. Moreover, he seemed proficient in combat techniques and had considerable fighting ability. Overall, he was indeed a very troublesome opponent.

Danny Rand, who had been standing by, tried to enter a meditative state, attempting to mobilize the "Chi" within him. Although he had earned the title of "Immortal Iron Fist" from K'un-Lun, he was actually just a novice and hadn't yet mastered the method of using "Chi."

"Danny Rand, I'm actually very curious about K'un-Lun." Sean rotated his neck, his bones making slight cracking sounds.

Adjusting his breathing, Danny Rand snorted, "Villains like you will never be worthy of setting foot in K'un-Lun!"

"Such righteous words."

Before the teasing words could even fall, Sean shot out like an arrow, appearing before Jessica in an instant. A whip kick, like a battle axe, tore through the air from the right. Jessica crossed her arms to protect her head, blocking the powerful strike. Her black hair fluttered in the strong wind. This tall, cool woman exuded a wild aura, like a female leopard unleashing a fierce offensive!

The two engaged in close-quarters combat, fists and bodies colliding, producing continuous dull thuds. Their rapid and fierce fighting style left Danny Rand unable to intervene. The tables and chairs in the restaurant were like paper, easily torn apart by the aftershocks of their battle, sending wood chips flying and leaving the place in disarray.

"How much longer can you last?" Jessica said coldly. "After fighting for so long, I don't believe you won't get tired!"

"As a beautiful lady, you shouldn't doubt a man's stamina." Sean threw punches rapidly, chuckling meaningfully.

Jessica Jones, like Luke Cage, was not a normal human. This black-haired woman, who ran a private detective agency, possessed not only immense strength but also the ability to fly. Her physical condition far surpassed that of ordinary people, making her one of the top fighters in their group of five.

"Men who talk about lasting long and staying hard usually aren't that strong in reality." Jessica, with her bold and unrestrained personality, retorted.

"Then let's test it out. Maybe you'll fall for me afterward."

Sean chuckled lowly. As they engaged in a fierce, storm-like exchange, his expression suddenly changed. A golden fist shot towards him rapidly, carrying a surge of power and whistling wind, aiming straight for his face!