"Run! Get to safety! I'll hold it off!"
BOOM!
Dust exploded into the air as the monster's fist smashed into the ground.
Daredevil barely dodged the attack.
His body moved on instinct alone, rolling away just before the blow landed.
When he glanced back at the impact point, his heart skipped a beat.
The floor had cracked open like shattered glass.
Deep fractures spread outward across the ground.
Cold sweat immediately ran down Daredevil's spine.
If that punch had landed on him…
His body would have shattered just like the stone floor.
The monster roared.
"Come out, little rat!"
The creature known as The Fist swung its enormous chain scythe wildly.
The heavy weapon sliced through the air again and again, tearing apart furniture, pillars, and walls as it swept through the room.
It wasn't aiming carefully.
It didn't need to.
The Fist simply destroyed everything.
Daredevil ducked, rolled, and stumbled away, desperately trying not to make any sound.
Because the moment he made noise—
The Fist would find him instantly.
He gritted his teeth.
Damn it.
I hope Daredevil got the message…
But even if Daredevil had received the alert…
Could Daredevil really handle this monster?
Blindspot didn't know.
What made things worse was the invisibility suit.
The advanced stealth technology consumed enormous amounts of energy.
Blindspot didn't have a miniature arc reactor like Iron Man.
The battery packs he carried were powerful—
But they wouldn't last forever.
Once the suit ran out of energy…
He would be forced to fight this monster without protection.
And the Fist was terrifying.
It didn't feel pain.
It didn't grow tired.
It was stronger.
Faster.
And far more skilled in combat.
Blindspot clenched his fists.
Matt was right.
He had relied too much on the suit.
If he possessed even half of Daredevil's combat ability, he wouldn't feel this helpless right now.
At least…
He wouldn't be completely powerless.
Fortunately, something had gone right.
Once the Fist focused on Blindspot, the ordinary believers in the church had successfully escaped into the underground safe room.
But that didn't mean they were safe.
Under Ten Fingers' command, several fanatical followers quietly drew their weapons.
Their former comrades had witnessed Ten Fingers' failure.
That meant they had to die.
The church was descending into chaos.
---
Suddenly—
WHOOSH!
The chain scythe tore through the air again.
Blindspot barely avoided the strike.
But when he landed—
CRACK.
His foot stepped onto a broken tile.
The tile shattered with a sharp sound.
Blindspot froze.
Time seemed to stop.
He could hear his own heart beating violently in his chest.
The rush of blood in his ears sounded like thunder.
For the monster—
That tiny noise was like a signal flare in darkness.
The Fist slowly turned its head.
Its hollow crimson eyes locked onto Blindspot's position.
A twisted smile spread across its face.
"I found you… little rat."
Without hesitation, its arm exploded forward with terrifying strength.
The chain scythe shrieked through the air.
The attack was faster than before.
Far faster.
Even before the blade reached him—
The air pressure crushed toward Blindspot like a wall.
He could barely breathe.
The scythe swung down.
It was about to cut him in half.
At that exact moment—
Blindspot's survival instincts took over.
His body moved automatically.
He threw himself sideways.
SWOOOSH!
The blade grazed the invisibility suit.
A tearing sound echoed.
The icy breath of death brushed across his spine.
Blindspot had never been this close to dying.
---
Somewhere far away—
A certain mercenary suddenly shouted.
"Death? Where's Death? Where's my girl Death?!"
Deadpool's voice echoed in his imagination.
Blindspot rolled across the ground and quickly stood up.
But suddenly—
Pain exploded through his waist.
His body trembled.
He looked down.
A massive tear ran across the invisibility suit.
Blood poured from the wound beneath.
The suit's internal circuits had been damaged.
The camouflage system flickered.
Then—
It failed.
Blindspot's body became visible again in the dim hall.
Luckily, he had installed short-circuit protection in the suit earlier.
Otherwise the battery surge could have electrocuted him instantly.
But even so—
His situation was desperate.
That small piece of luck was like a candle flame in a hurricane.
The Fist laughed violently.
"HAHA!"
"Rat skin!"
"Tear it off! Tear it all off!"
Now that the invisible rat had been exposed—
The Fist attacked without mercy.
The monster appeared in front of Blindspot in an instant.
Its scythe unleashed a storm of flashing blades.
Daredevil's eyes widened.
The attacks sealed off every direction.
There was nowhere to escape.
Blindspot forced himself to retreat, ignoring the agony in his waist.
Blade after blade sliced through the air.
Each dodge was a narrow escape.
The wound on his waist reopened.
Blood flowed faster.
The wall behind him came closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Then—
His back hit the wall.
Blindspot's heart sank.
He was finished.
The scythe descended toward his neck.
Blindspot could only raise his arms helplessly.
PFFT!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed.
But…
He felt no pain.
Blindspot slowly lowered his arms.
Then he saw it.
A katana blade had pierced straight through the Fist from behind.
Blindspot stared in shock.
His eyes followed the sword.
Then he saw the person holding it.
His voice trembled.
"Mom…?"
The one who appeared was Lu Wei.
A loyal believer of the Church of the Hand.
One of Ten Fingers' empowered followers.
And—
Blindspot's mother.
But the moment of surprise lasted only a second.
The monster moved again.
BOOM!
The Fist kicked Lu Wei brutally in the abdomen.
The impact shook the air itself.
Blindspot watched helplessly as his mother spat blood.
Her body flew backward.
She crashed through a wall.
His eyes turned red.
Before he could move—
The scythe came down again.
---
Suddenly—
A dark red figure burst into the room like lightning.
Two batons shot through the air.
The cables wrapped around the monster's neck.
The sudden pull dragged the Fist backward.
The deadly scythe stopped just inches from Blindspot's throat.
Daredevil had arrived.
Blindspot rolled away instantly, escaping death by a hair.
Without hesitation he ran toward the ruins where his mother had fallen.
As he passed Daredevil—
The two exchanged a glance.
No words were needed.
Master and student understood each other perfectly.
The Fist roared furiously.
"ROOOAR!!!"
Daredevil pulled the cables.
The batons snapped back into his hands.
He stepped forward.
Standing between Blindspot and the monster.
His senses scanned the creature.
Then his expression hardened.
The Fist…
Unlike Blindspot, Daredevil recognized it immediately.
The Hand's secret weapon.
A horrific creation requiring the sacrifice of hundreds of lives.
The monster possessed superhuman strength and speed.
But it wasn't truly alive.
Destroying it wasn't murder.
It was simply eliminating a weapon.
Daredevil tightened his grip on his batons.
The battle began.
---
Meanwhile, Blindspot reached the rubble where Lu Wei lay.
"Mom!"
He knelt beside her quickly.
Fortunately—
She was still alive.
The mysterious power granted by Ten Fingers was slowly healing her body.
Relief washed over him.
But the fight between Daredevil and the Fist had already begun.
Blindspot considered his situation.
Without the invisibility suit…
And with his injuries…
He would only slow Daredevil down.
He made a decision.
He lifted his mother carefully.
Then ran toward the underground safe room.
He needed to get her to safety first.
But when he finally arrived—
Blindspot stopped dead in his tracks.
His eyes widened.
Inside the underground chamber—
Hell had already begun.
Bodies lay scattered everywhere.
Blood stained the floor.
The fanatical followers had slaughtered the refugees.
The air was thick with the smell of death.
Blindspot felt the world tilt.
The nightmare…
Had only just started.
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