Bab 36: Chapter 036: The New Iron Fist
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"All of you, buy me ten seconds!"
Kingpin ordered the few remaining bodyguards beside him. He then stretched out his right hand, transforming it into a steel fist.
*Whoosh!*
In the blink of an eye, Kingpin's fist became a steel fist. But that wasn't nearly enough. The woman and the blind old man were far too skilled, moving with a speed and precision well beyond any ordinary human. Kingpin had to ensure a killing blow.
He needed to heat his fist!
Controlling his ability, Kingpin began to heat his fist to a scorching temperature.
*Bang! Bang!*
During this process, the two remaining bodyguards continued to fire their guns at the approaching Stick and Elektra, pulling the triggers again and again. Even Wesley, usually more refined, had pulled out a gun and joined in the defense against the master-student duo.
Despite their formidable skills, Stick and Elektra were still mortal and vulnerable to bullets, forcing them to take cover. They were temporarily suppressed, but it was only temporary. Bullets would eventually run out quickly—after all, a gun could only hold so many rounds. But their blades wouldn't dull so easily, and their skill ensured they didn't need to wait for the bullets to run out to kill them.
*Swish!*
A cold gleam flashed as Elektra suddenly popped out from cover, throwing a short blade piercing a bodyguard's chest.
"What?!"
The other bodyguard gasped, glancing at his fallen comrade—'Throwing knives? This was getting outrageous!'
*Swish!*
That brief moment of distraction was fatal. Another short blade flew, piercing his chest as well.
By this point, Stick and Elektra had taken down all of Kingpin's men, leaving only Wesley and Kingpin himself. Wesley's bullets were also running low.
"Out of bullets?" Elektra sneered as she stepped out from behind her cover, pulling out her short blade from a corpse and twirling it around.
Stick, meanwhile, brandished his long sword, advancing like a demon towards them.
"It seems we've reached this point."
Kingpin's deep voice cut through the tension. He stepped forward, standing beside Wesley, facing the approaching master-student duo with a stern gaze. By now, his fist was glowing a bright, scorching red!
Their only option now was to fight.
"What's with your fist?"
Elektra's voice was filled with shock and confusion as she stared at Kingpin's glowing fist. 'What kind of fist glows like that?'
"Elektra, what's going on? I feel a strong energy," Stick asked, his voice cautious.
"His fist is glowing, like... a heated iron rod," responded in a low voice.
Initially, she thought the two culprits behind Matt's death were already on the chopping block, but now, Elektra sensed that things might not go as smoothly as she expected.
"A glowing fist?"
Elektra didn't understand, but Stick's heart suddenly jumped. 'A glowing fist? Could it be… the Iron Fist'?
"Are you… The Iron Fist?" Stick couldn't help but ask.
"Obviously."
Kingpin glanced at his glowing, superheated steel fist, answering matter-of-factly. 'A steel fist was, quite literally, an iron fist.'
"If you don't back off, I'll smash your skulls with my Iron Fist!" Kingpin roared at Stick and Elektra, hoping his threat would scare them away.
"I don't care if it's an Iron Fist or a Titanium Fist. No one can save you!" Elektra scoffed and charged straight at Kingpin.
Realizing there was no point in further words, Kingpin swung his red-hot fist and charged at Elektra.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Seizing the moment, Wesley picked up a discarded gun and began firing at Elektra, prompting her to shift her focus towards him. Meanwhile, Stick moved to engage Kingpin.
Kingpin, though fighting bare-handed, was strong. His fists, made of steel and glowing hot, matched Stick's long sword blow for blow in a heated exchange.
However, Stick had lost the will to kill. He didn't want Kingpin dead anymore because the Iron Fist was supposed to be a weapon against the Hand!
Now, Stick's intent was more to test the strength of this new Iron Fist. To his surprise, the power was decent, even if the style didn't match Kunlun's teachings.
While Stick fought Kingpin, Elektra quickly closed in on Wesley.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Wesley fired rapidly at Elektra, but guns, as a certain handsome young man once said, "were weapons for lesser men." At such a close range, it was no match for Elektra's speed and agility.
Elektra dodged nimbly, weaving left and right like a cat, and reached Wesley in an instant.
*Slash!*
A short blade pierced through Wesley's heart.
His body convulsed violently as if someone had hit the pause button.
*Clatter.*
The gun in his hand fell to the ground.
"Killing you this easily is too merciful!" Elektra coldly withdrew her blade, her expression full of disdain.
Wesley's eyes and mouth opened wide, and he had a look of utter unwillingness on his face. Gathering all his strength, he suddenly grabbed Elektra.
"What can you do now?" Elektra sneered.
*Bang!*
At that moment, a bullet fired from Wesley's fingertip, hitting Elektra square in the chest. Blood spattered out.
"What the…?"
Instinctively, Elektra swung her short blade, beheading Wesley in a single stroke, but she stumbled back, dazed by the sudden shot.
'What just happened? How did I get shot?'
"Wesley!"
"Elektra!"
Two cries rang out simultaneously. Kingpin rushed to Wesley's side with a face full of grief, while Stick hurried to Elektra's side, looking deeply concerned.
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