PART 37

[Ding! Attributes are added successfully! ]

[Level: 6 (2115/6000)]

[Strength 42→48]

[Agility 40→40]

[Endurance 40→45]

[Intelligence 40→40]

[Remaining attribute points: 10]

[Reputation: 411]

[Parties: Franklin Clinton, Norman Steinfeld (required reputation for next recruitment: 500)]

[Points: 43]

[Ability: Fighting Proficiency (Level 6), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearm Proficiency (Level 6), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 2)]

[System mall: click here]

With a sudden burst of strength and stamina, Jason felt invincible. He stretched his limbs, letting out a contented groan. Kingpin curled an eyebrow at the display, asking, "Need a minute to warm up?"

Jason chuckled, "Thanks for the offer, but I'm ready to get started!"

Quickly opening the system light curtain, he added the remaining 10 attribute points to his strength and endurance, feeling his power surge.

But Kingpin was no easy opponent. As soon as the fight began, Jason backed away, raising his automatic rifle and aiming at Kingpin's forehead, hoping for an easy win.

But one-on-one combat was never that simple. Kingpin quickly raised his suit to shield himself from the bullets, his custom-made, bulletproof suit costing a fortune and leaving no trace of impact.

"You son of a bitch!" Jason cursed, adjusting his aim.

Kingpin's shoes couldn't be bulletproof, could they?

With a roar, Kingpin charged towards Jason, his immense speed creating a thunderous crack in the ground. Before Jason had time to react, Kingpin was upon him, forcing him to use his gun as a shield.

Kingpin's fist slammed into Jason's chest like a sandbag, a force that had put him in the hospital for months before. Jason released his hold on the gun, jumping back to avoid the second punch.

Kingpin Didn't pursue him, instead looking down at Jason with disdain.

Jason knew what he was up against: a towering figure with unbelievable speed and strength, the very definition of the underground king.

But Jason wasn't one to back down. "I'll use whatever I have to take you down, Kingpin. That's just how the game works."

Kingpin twisted the rifle into a twist with ease, scoffing, "You're still as despicable and shameless as ever, Jason."

Jason sneered, "You haven't seen anything yet, sir. I've been through worse than this."

[Ding! Trigger the mission [Fighting Madman], mission reward: 10,000 villain points. ]

[Mission introduction: Kingpin is provoking you, how can you ignore it as a great villain, please put down the weapon in your hand, and let him understand with your fists and feet, how to write the word "death"! ]

10,000 villain points?

Jason was taken aback by the sudden generosity of the system. But after some contemplation, he decided there was no harm in accepting gifts delivered right to his doorstep. He removed the shotgun and pistol from his back and discarded them on the ground.

Kingpin furrowed his brows and asked,

"What's the meaning of this? Are you surrendering?"

Jason clenched his fists and thought to himself, "Don't assume you're the only one who's been training for combat. I've been getting stronger too."

With that thought in mind, Jason narrowed his eyes and charged forward, planting one foot firmly on the ground before delivering a powerful punch to Kingpin's face.

The sound of air being shattered was louder than that of Kingpin's.

"Good, good!" Kingpin exclaimed as he spread his feet and squatted down slightly before delivering a punch in response.

Bang!

Their fists collided with a muffled thud.

Kingpin felt a sharp pain in his knuckles and an expression of disbelief flashed across his face.

Was this really Jason? How did he become so powerful in just a few days?

"Your strength..." Kingpin began, but Jason quickly crouched down and delivered a powerful uppercut from below.

Although Kingpin 's strength was on par with Jason's, his agility was slightly inferior. He didn't have enough time to block, and the punch landed squarely on his chin.

His head jerked back violently, a loud buzzing sound filled his ears, and he almost lost consciousness.

But Jason was merciless, raising his fist and relentlessly striking Kingpin 's face, chest, and abdomen.

Kingpin's jaw was severely injured, and his brain would likely shut down for a few seconds. Those few seconds were the perfect opportunity for Jason to unleash all his power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The heavy and fast punches rained down relentlessly.

Kingpin's face resembled a broken sauce shop as blood spurted from his nose and mouth.

Jason delivered forty or fifty full-powered punches, not stopping until Kingpin's face was a bloody mess.

"Huh...huh..." Jason was panting heavily from the exertion.

"Pfft..." Kingpin spit out a mouthful of blood and opened his bloodshot eyes.

No! This guy was incredibly tough!

Jason was stunned.

An ordinary muscular man should not be able to withstand so many punches from him. It was likely that even his skull should have been crushed.

And yet Kingpin was not only conscious, he hadn't even taken a step back.

"Not bad, you're really good!" Kingpin grinned excitedly, his face a gruesome sight to behold.

"Ordinary training methods can't produce such rapid improvement in such a short amount of time. It seems you've had some fortuitous encounters," Kingpin remarked, curious about how Jason had become so much stronger.

"Don't worry! Even if I did have some good luck, it's still my luck. You won't have any luck at all," Jason replied, wary of Kingpin's intentions.

Kingpin was also eager to find out what had happened to Jason. "Don't be so sure! When I beat you to death, your luck will become mine."

Jason sneered, "Look at your face, it's practically a pig's head. And yet here you are, still mouthing off."

Kingpin slowly took out a silk scarf from his suit pocket and wiped the blood from his face.

"You know, Jason, when you sparred with my subordinates, I was worried they would beat you to death, so I only used 50% of my strength. Over time, it seems to have become a habit."

"I've only been using 10% of my power so far," boasted Kingpin, his eyes glinting with bloodlust.

Jason gulped nervously, "You talk big, but can you really back it up?"

Kingpin grinned, "You'll find out soon enough."

With a flick of his wrist, Kingpin tossed his blood-stained silk scarf aside. The wind caught it, billowing it up into the air before it gracefully floated down to the ground.

Suddenly, Kingpin disappeared from view. There was a loud bang as he reappeared in front of Jason, who barely had time to react before throwing a punch.

Their fists collided with a resounding boom, sending shockwaves through the air. Jason could feel the overwhelming force coursing through his arm, threatening to shatter his bones.

But Kingpin wasn't done yet. With a cold glint in his eye, he threw another punch at Jason's abdomen, breaking three of his ribs.

Jason let out a pained groan and hunched over in agony. Kingpin grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing his knees into his chest and launching him into the air.

Jason went hurtling towards a nearby car, crashing through the windshield and shattering the glass into a spiderweb pattern.

As he lay there, gasping for breath and clutching his broken ribs, Jason couldn't help but think that Kingpin was like a character straight out of an anime - a powerful, almost unstoppable force that left destruction in his wake.