"Tyranny?" Matt chuckled, "The establishment of order is always accompanied by growing pains. And I am willing to bear this pain."
Matt's head finally turned to Elektra.
He did not speak.
But that silent gaze was more powerful than any words.
Elektra's hands, gripping the twin sai, trembled slightly.
Anger, sorrow, love, hate... all complex emotions surged within her chest.
"Elektra." Matt's voice carried a hint of complex emotion, "Come back to me. We were meant to be one. Together, we can accomplish this great endeavor."
"Shut up!"
Elektra let out a suppressed roar of fury.
She could no longer endure it.
The red figure, like an arrow released from a bow, leapt from the rooftop, the twin sai in her hands cutting two deadly cold glints through the night, directly striking at Matt's heart!
"Elektra! No!" Danny exclaimed.
"Damn it!" Tony's energy cannon barrels instantly lit up, but it was too late to stop her.
William's pupils sharply contracted.
It was out of control.
The most unstable factor was detonated first.
Just as Elektra's twin sai were about to touch his chest, he merely slid half a step to the left.
A displacement so tiny it was almost negligible.
But this half-step caused Elektra's full-force, certain-to-hit strike to miss.
The deadly blades grazed his black battle suit, stirring a slight breeze.
Alarm bells rang in Elektra's mind.
She wanted to pull back.
But it was too late.
A black hand, like an iron clamp, precisely gripped her right wrist, which was overextended from the thrusting attack.
The next second.
Matt's arm folded inward, then twisted.
Efficient, precise, and without mercy.
"Crack—!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking tore through the silent night.
"Ah—!"
Elektra let out a piercing scream, her voice filled with unbelievable pain.
Her right arm dangled at a grotesque angle, the Stark white broken bone even piercing through her red battle suit.
The twin sai flew from her hands, striking the ground and sending up a shower of sparks.
Matt released his grip, letting Elektra collapse to the ground in pain, clutching her broken arm.
"I said."
His voice remained terrifyingly calm.
"Return to me, or become an obstacle to my new order."
"It seems you chose the latter."
On the rooftop, everyone was stunned by this bloody and swift scene.
"Matt!"
Iron Fist let out a roar of anger, no longer able to suppress the shock and fury in his heart.
He pushed off with his feet, launching himself like a cannonball from the rooftop, the golden light of the Iron Fist tracing a brilliant trajectory through the night, directly aiming at Matt's head.
"You bastard!"
Luke Cage followed closely behind.
The Defenders officially entered battle.
Facing Kunlun's ultimate weapon and Harlem's invulnerable body, Matt remained standing in place.
He tilted his head slightly, "listening" to the wind stirred by Iron Fist cutting through the air.
Just as the fist, burning with golden energy, was about to strike him, Matt's figure suddenly blurred.
He did not retreat; instead, he stepped forward, cutting into Danny's blind spot.
Fingers together like a blade, he quickly jabbed at Danny's ribs.
That was one of the nodes where "Qi" flowed.
"Ugh!"
Danny felt a cold, soul-freezing power penetrate his body, the golden light burning on his Iron Fist instantly dimmed, and his whole body went limp like a deflated ball.
At the same time, Luke Cage's attack arrived.
His fist, capable of overturning a tank, slammed fiercely towards Matt's back.
Matt did not turn his head.
He countered with a backhand palm, lightly pressing it against Luke's steel-hard chest.
Luke Cage's furious charge abruptly halted.
He looked down at Matt's hand pressed against his chest, his face filled with confusion and shock.
He felt no pain.
But he could feel his strength, his proud, bulletproof body, being penetrated and disintegrated by a strange vibrational frequency.
Matt's palm, like a resonator, was finding and destroying the stable structure of his body's cells.
"Your skin is hard."
Matt's voice, for the first time, carried a tone of "research."
"But your internal organs are as fragile as any ordinary person's."
Before he finished speaking, the power in his palm suddenly erupted!
"Pfft!"
Luke Cage violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his tall frame staggering back several steps, each step leaving cracked marks on the ground.
He looked at his hands in disbelief.
This was the first time since he gained his abilities that he had been internally injured in a purely physical confrontation... "Damn it..."
Tony Stark couldn't help but curse.
On the data display screen beneath his faceplate, Luke Cage's and Danny Rand's biosignals were rapidly dropping.
"They are no match." William's voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
His Tactical Vision had already digitized the entire battlefield.
Every attack, every dodge by Matt Murdock, was as perfect as a precise killing machine.
He had abandoned all his past fighting habits, integrating The Hand's most sinister killing techniques, and a terrifying understanding of human anatomy and energy flow that William had never seen before.
He was no longer the street vigilante who relied on hearing and stick fighting.
He was a grandmaster.
A dark, utterly fallen martial arts grandmaster.
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