As a master combatant, Fisk had absolute confidence in the speed and range of this strike.
How could it be dodged so easily?
Before he could even adjust his center of gravity, a massive sense of danger instantly erupted.
Bang!
A palm that looked slender, almost boneless, lightly pressed against his broad chest.
It seemed like a gentle blow.
But the moment it made contact, Fisk felt as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram fired at point-blank range!
"Ugh!!"
Fisk let out a muffled groan as his massive body, weighing hundreds of pounds, slid backward uncontrollably for several meters. His feet plowed two deep furrows into the carpet until he finally came to a stop after smashing through a desk worth tens of thousands of dollars.
In that instant, the anger in Fisk's eyes vanished, replaced by profound horror.
His chest throbbed with pain, and his ribs seemed to be wailing.
A surge of blood welled up, and he nearly failed to suppress the urge to vomit blood.
How is this possible?!
His body looked bloated, but that wasn't fat at all; it was pure muscle forged through decades of ascetic-like, frenzied training!
Within the human realm, even those with superpowers or those injected with Super Soldier Serum could rarely overpower him in a contest of strength.
But this woman before him... her arms were slender with no muscle definition. Why did she possess such monstrous strength that defied all common physical laws?!
"You're not human..." Fisk gritted his teeth, the murderous glint in his eyes intensifying. "What on earth are you?"
Fisk straightened his back abruptly, intending to launch a counterattack. But just as he lifted his leg, a foot wearing a black leather shoe struck first, despite moving second.
It kicked him hard in the abdomen!
Boom—!!
This time, there was no room for maneuvering.
Terrifying kinetic energy erupted!
Fisk was sent flying back like a fired cannonball, completely defenseless, as he smashed through the massive bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window behind him!
Crash—!
Countless crystalline shards of glass danced in the moonlight.
"Argh!!" Fisk truly lived up to being at the peak of human conditioning. At the moment his body flew out the window, about to plunge into the abyss, he relied on his incredible survival instinct and reaction speed to death-grip the edge of the broken floor in the nick of time.
His grip strength was exaggerated—he could crush a man's head with a single hand—but clearly, in front of Makima, such brute force could only be used for a desperate struggle to survive.
Whoosh—
The cold wind from hundreds of meters up howled as it poured into his collar.
Half of Fisk's body hung outside. His expensive white suit was shredded by the glass, and blood trickled down from his punctured palms.
Even so, he clung to the edge of the floor with sheer willpower.
For the first time, his eyes were filled with such terror.
It wasn't just the fear of death, but also the fear of the unknown.
The woman wasn't even breathless or sweating, as if she had just casually swatted a fly.
"Mr. Fisk!!" Wesley, who had been hiding in the corner, was scared out of his wits when he saw this.
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