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Clark activated taunt mode, while on the other side, Mindy wasn't idle either.

The clever little girl knew she couldn't match Daredevil and Bullseye in hand-to-hand combat, so she simply set up a Holy Light Shield, hiding behind it while occasionally launching a Holy Light Bullet for long-range support. She also mimicked Clark's style, starting a verbal barrage.

"Wow! That uncle's head looks so ugly!"

"Especially the scar on his forehead that looks like a target collision. It's like it was carved with a knife. It looks absolutely disgusting…"

"Biu!..." As she spoke, a goose egg-sized Holy Light Bullet shot directly at the target scar on Bullseye's forehead: "So dry and rough, not smooth at all…"

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What could Bullseye do?

He was desperate! He couldn't argue that smooth isn't good and rough is better, could he? It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he dared not.

Because his boss, Kingpin, was also a big bald head, and looked quite smooth…

Completely disturbed by Mindy's verbal barrage, Bullseye didn't notice that his smooth boss was in a worse situation than the others.

Initially, Clark was testing his overall attributes and wasn't in a hurry to end the fight. However, as Daredevil's mocking continued, he lost interest in this cat-and-mouse game.

Seeing Kingpin's cane coming at him again, Clark calmly reached out with his right hand and caught it.

"Snap!"

The cane landed in his palm, perfectly caught by Clark.

The chubby man's lips curled into a cruel smile. Gripping the cane with his right hand, he pulled hard, intending to drag Clark close for a beating.

However, to his surprise, he couldn't pull him! How is this possible? Despite Kingpin's obese and smooth appearance, he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Beneath that almost deformed body was pure 24K muscle! If Black Widow's strength represents the limit of an ordinary person, and those like Captain America and the Winter Soldier who have been enhanced can surpass this limit, then Kingpin is a truly gifted power player.

In terms of strength alone, Kingpin could absolutely crush Black Widow and overpower the Winter Soldier.

Even Spider-Man, whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary people and must be measured in tons, wouldn't dare to compete in strength with Kingpin!

According to the previously established strength levels, Kingpin's strength could reach the terrifying level of 6 to 7 Black Widows.

In an era before aliens had arrived and the Hulk had appeared, Kingpin had every right to look down on any opponent on Earth.

However, this seemingly ordinary Asian youth possessed a terrifying strength that even he could not shake! What kind of freak is this guy? This man must not be left alive!

With murderous intent rising, Kingpin's smug expression gradually disappeared, and he coldly said, "Kid, didn't see that coming. You've got quite the grip."

"Grip?" Clark scoffed, "Strength has never been my forte, but rather… Boom!"

Mid-sentence, Clark's right foot kicked at Kingpin's abdomen with a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, sending the 450-pound super-heavyweight flying backward, crashing into Matthew's office desk and shattering the glass container holding the alien meteorite along with the solid wood desk underneath!

As a practitioner of leg techniques, Clark's leg strength was more than double his hand strength! Playing with the cane snatched from Kingpin's hand, Clark felt quite satisfied.

Although it couldn't compare to the Ant-Man suit, it was still a piece of high-tech equipment. Taking it back for research might inspire some ideas.

Frowning slightly, Clark was surprised to find that Kingpin had already climbed up from the wooden debris, holding the purple crystal meteorite.

Thinking, "This guy is pretty durable!"

That kick, although not full force, was enough to shatter a granite rock of his size.

Yet, after taking such a blow, this chubby man stood up as if nothing had happened so quickly!? Interesting! Slightly surprised by Kingpin's resilience, Clark decided to get serious and quickly deal with him.

Kingpin glanced at the meteorite in his hand, then showed a sinister smile to Clark: "Kid, it seems you value this thing a lot. What if I were to throw it away, would you be worried?"

As he spoke, Kingpin threw the purple meteorite out, breaking the window behind him and flying towards the distance.

At the same moment the meteorite left his hand, Kingpin's eyes were fixed on Clark, ready to act at any sign of him trying to save the meteorite.

Whether to fight or flee would depend on the situation.

But as the saying goes, dreams are full, but reality is skeletal.

Clark indeed moved, but he had no intention of grabbing the meteorite. Instead, his body turned into a blur, instantly appearing in front of Kingpin. The metal cane, carrying a whistling sound, slashed directly at his smooth head.

This move had a nice name, inspired by a mythological story called "Lotus Lantern," called…

Splitting Mount Hua!

Under Clark's full force, Kingpin had no time to dodge properly and could only raise his right arm to block.

However, Clark's full-force strike was not something a flesh and blood body could withstand. "Snap!"

With a crisp sound, immense force exploded, instantly twisting Kingpin's forearm.

Then, Clark kicked again, hitting Kingpin's abdomen. It was the same spot as before, but the effect was vastly different.

The previous hit barely injured Kingpin. This time, the moment Clark's foot hit, a clear sound of breaking bones was heard.

How strong is the force of 10 Black Widows?

About as strong as ten Black Widows combined!

The domineering force spread inside him, Kingpin's eyes nearly popped out, and he vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments. His chubby body shot out of the window like a cannonball, surpassing the meteorite that had left before him and leading all the way.

At this moment, Clark, holding all the cards, made a surprising move.

He dodged to avoid being splattered with blood after kicking Kingpin, then his body surged with power, shooting out the window faster than Kingpin, chasing after him in mid-air.

Considering the office's vertical distance from the ground was conservatively estimated to be over 150 meters, dropping anything from this height could shatter a car's windshield, let alone a person. Has Clark lost his mind?

Could he be contemplating suicide?