Chapter 55: The First New York Battle: I've Been Standing Here for Half a Day

The moment Cohen's voice echoed, Kingpin's laughter ceased.

He turned around abruptly and saw the man who had been haunting his dreams.

His chubby body seemed to shake slightly, his face full of disbelief. "How are you here? No, how are you still alive?"

At that moment, Cohen was only wearing a pair of oversized shorts taken from David, his bronze-toned, muscular upper body exposed.

His shirt had been turned into a makeshift hood, clumsily made but recognizable as an armor-like design.

Natasha, the Black Widow, who was kneeling on the ground, also saw him. A glint of light appeared in her eyes, and then her body went limp, collapsing onto the ground.

Cohen sighed inwardly. It seemed that his words from that day had affected her deeply. This woman had incredible willpower now.

Even though she was heavily injured and exhausted, there were no signs of her being corrupted by the Dark God.

Kingpin stared at Cohen, seeming to doubt whether the person before him was truly the demon.

"How long have you been watching?"

"Well, I've been here since you called this city a cesspool of high officials, elites, and rich businessmen."

"Unique perspective, stands out, thought-provoking. I really like it!"

"If you've been here the whole time, why didn't you stop me?"

"Why should I stop you?"

Kingpin glanced at the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, some of whom were either unconscious or groaning after being knocked away.

"Are you not with them?"

"I don't know them."

Kingpin narrowed his eyes. "You know, even though you've caused me a lot of harm, I could still choose to accept your surrender."

Cohen shook his head with a smile. "I'm the complete opposite of you. I never once thought about letting you go."

Kingpin nodded. "Then we have nothing left to talk about. It's a shame.

But before we fight, I must congratulate you on still being alive."

"After all, I finally get to kill you with my own hands."

"Come on, I've been waiting to do this for so long!"

Kingpin swung his hand, and Daredevil's feet made a loud crack as he shot toward Cohen like an arrow.

Seeing the approaching figure, Cohen remained calm. He activated his Blink ability, a flash of light exploding right in front of Daredevil's eyes.

But Daredevil was unaffected, his fist roaring toward Cohen.

It was only when Daredevil was close that Cohen realized—Damn, did I just flashbanged a blind man?

He reached out, grabbing Daredevil's fist and squeezing it tightly.

Daredevil's other fist came in, but it was also caught by Cohen.

Cohen spread his arms, and Daredevil was unable to resist. His body was held in a crucifix position, face to face with Cohen.

Looking at Daredevil's eyes, less than ten centimeters away, Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Ding dong—Daredevil, are you home? It's time to wake up, the sun's shining on your butt!"

He then headbutted Daredevil's face with tremendous force, sending his body tilting backward. But Cohen tightly held onto his fists and pulled him back.

Looking at that face and those eyes, there was no change.

Tsk, looks like Daredevil couldn't even find his way home.

Forget it, after being possessed by the Dark God's power, this guy was now a golden-level prey. Killing him would give me a nice reward.

No choice, I don't have any way to wake him up. Might as well eliminate the threat for the people.

If this drags on, next month's crematorium in New York will be overcrowded.

Hmm? Cohen furrowed his brows, feeling like he just discovered a huge business opportunity.

He shook off the thought and stopped holding back, kicking Daredevil away. His eyes flashed, and thunder crackled.

"Boom!"

Fierce lightning surged out from Cohen's body, the silver dragon crashing into Daredevil.

Immediately, Daredevil let out a tragic scream, his skin cracking, flesh and blood turning into a mess, and even his bones began to show.

A thick black mist poured from his body, twisting and writhing like a living thing.

The lightning scattered the mist, but it quickly reformed, and as Cohen's first strike ended, the black mist reattached to Daredevil's body.

His previously heavily damaged body miraculously recovered to normal.

"Haha, you don't really think your lightning can restrain everything in the world, do you? How naive!"

Kingpin, leaning on his cane, watched Cohen with a relaxed expression, his tone full of mockery.

Cohen glanced at him, silent, then raised his hand, sending several bolts of lightning straight toward Kingpin.

Kingpin remained motionless, laughing loudly.

The lightning turned his white suit into ash, revealing a dark golden metallic vest underneath.

The lightning barely had any effect on him.

Kingpin calmly said, "I knew you had this move. Let me introduce something to you…"

"Vibranium armor!"

He smirked. "Anti-electricity design!"

Anti-electricity my ass!

Cohen had already predicted this scene. The moment he arrived, he noticed not only Daredevil had turned into a golden-level prey but also Kingpin had upgraded from silver to gold level.

There was a force within him, which seemed to originate from the same source as the black mist!

There must be some changes Cohen didn't know about.

Fighting Daredevil, he still had to keep a third of his attention on the fat man standing to the side, grinning.

This situation was tricky!

If they were both golden-level enemies like Black Widow, Cohen wouldn't be afraid at all.

But clearly, even at the same level, the strength differences between opponents were massive.

Daredevil's attack wasn't too much of a threat.

But what gave Cohen a headache was how, like a cockroach that couldn't be killed, the black mist wrapped around him, healing his wounds, and then Daredevil clung to him, fighting again.

This must be what Wolverine's enemies felt when facing him.

He couldn't keep dragging it out like this.

Cohen could hold on, but he wasn't sure if the people of New York could.

Did that mean New York's crematorium wouldn't just be overcrowded next month, but they'd need mass graves?

Actually, Cohen vaguely remembered a way to deal with the "beast's" power—Dragon Qi!

It was said that Dragon Qi had two completely different attributes. Aside from destruction and killing, there was also a side filled with vitality and greenery.

It could be used for healing and to counter certain magical forces.

The only problem was, though Cohen had possessed Dragon Qi for so long, he had never felt its "vitality" side.

For him, Dragon Qi was basically just an ability amplifier, mainly for battle.

While pondering, he suddenly remembered that there were still 114 attribute points left in his system.

Fine, I'll gamble!

In the next moment, he communicated with the system, pouring all the attribute points into his mental stat!

His mental stat shot up to 273!

Then, without hesitation, he activated Dragon Qi: Explosive Qi!

Only in this state could he fully feel the flowing power within him.

Maybe his mental strength had reached a certain point.

He quickly realized that Dragon Qi not only greatly enhanced his strength and speed, but it was also continuously repairing his body, which had been damaged from the outburst.

This ability wasn't actively triggered, so only a small portion of Dragon Qi had been used for this task.

So that's how it works.

It was simply a way of transformation—Dragon Qi could unleash two completely different attributes.

Incredible!

A smile curled at the corner of Cohen's mouth as he watched Daredevil charge toward him again. "Sorry, guys, your dad is back!"

At this moment, maybe because of impatience or sensing something bad, Kingpin furrowed his brows and joined Daredevil in attacking.

Cohen's mind spun rapidly. A series of small flashes circled around Kingpin's head, blinking continuously.

His big head instantly became a shining bulb.

Taking advantage of the moment, Cohen exerted all his strength, kicking Kingpin in the chest.

Kingpin's whole body flew like a heavy lead ball, low to the ground, and rolled quite a distance.

At this point, Cohen, relying on his speed, appeared in front of Daredevil.

One punch, two punches—punch after punch, smashing his spirit.

Once Daredevil was temporarily unable to resist, Cohen stood in front of him, extending a finger and pointing it at his forehead.

In an instant, thunder roared once again!

(The end of the chapter)