Become Infinitely Stronger Starting from Marvel

In the morning, feeling the power filling his body, Peter Parker, who was full of pride in his newfound power, slowly walked down the stairs. Aunt May and Uncle Ben had already prepared breakfast and were waiting for him on the table.

Seeing Peter coming down, Aunt Mei smiled gently and said, "You have been sleeping since you came back yesterday at noon. Come over and eat quickly. I specially cooked some extra food."

"Thank you, Aunt May. I feel like I can eat a whole cow right now." Peter said with emotion and went to the table to eat.

While eating, Ben Parker turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the morning news.

At this moment, on the New York City morning news, the reporter was standing in front of the bank that was robbed yesterday and explained in a formal manner: "As you can see, the robbery yesterday morning officially ended with one security guard injured, six robbers dead, and one robber losing the ability to resist."

"Was there another robbery in New York City yesterday?" Peter said while eating, his eyes fixed on the TV.

"Of course, it was a big deal, it was all over the news, I heard about it while working a lot of people made a fuss about it," said Uncle Ben.

"This happened not because of the New York police, but because one of the hostages surrendered." The reporter on TV said this, and the next moment a photo of Kevin was inserted in at the right time and placed next to the reporter.

The moment he saw the handsome face in the photo, Peter's voracious eating stopped, and he stared blankly at the TV. With his mouth full of food, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "What in the actual Fuck!"

"This young man is very handsome, right? Yesterday there were many young girls in our unit who secretly printed out photos using a color printer." Aunt May said mischievously.

"No, he...this..." Peter didn't know what to say. He just felt that the whole world had changed after a good night's sleep.

When I woke up, not only did my strength suddenly increase, but my classmate also suddenly appeared on TV and killed six armed robbers. What was going on in this world?

After hesitating for a long time and looking at Aunt May and Uncle Ben, who knew nothing about it, Peter chose not to explain anymore. After quickly wolfing down all the food on the table, he quickly got up and got on the school bus.

On the way, he also tried to dial Kevin phone number, but was reminded that it was turned off.

Unable to get confirmation immediately, he could only sigh, but when he looked up, he found that his usual goddess Mary Jane was walking towards him with a smile on her face.

Looking at the beautiful face of his goddess, Peter's heartbeat inevitably began to speed up, and he began to feel that today was his lucky day.

But then he heard Mary Jane looking at him with concern and said, "Peter, do you know where Kevin went? We couldn't get through to him yesterday. Can you contact him?"

The expectant expression on Peter's face fell, and in front of Mary Jane's disappointed eyes, he shook his head in frustration to indicate that he didn't know.

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At noon, in the gym, Kevin, who had once again trained his body to its limit because of the arrival of his new training equipment, sat cross-legged on the ground.

As he clasped his hands together, a steady stream of purple energy surged from his face, lingering above Kevin head like clouds.

When practicing, the purple energy condenses into clouds and mist that hover above the head. This kind of phenonium during practice is something that no previous practitioner of the purple glow divine art has ever achieved.

Behind him, Smith, sweating profusely, kept waving the steel rod in his hand and hitting Kevin on the back, but he couldn't even shake his body at all.

Half an hour later, Kevin raised his hands and exhaled strongly then slowly stopped practicing, feeling the extra force in his body that brought him a feeling of satisfaction that is indescribable.

The purple glow magic skill requires a mediocre person to meditate for half a day to produce a strand of purple energy. Even an extraordinary genius needs fifteen minutes to produce a single strand.

According to the description of the gentleman sword in the group, the standard for judging the energy strength in their martial arts world is based on how much energy a mediocre person has cultivated.

One strand of energy is considered the amount of strength for an ordinary person to condense in one day. Ten strands are one wisp. Having thirty-six wisps in the body is considered one year's equivalent of energy.

 (T\N: every wisp is equal to 10 days of hard work for an ordinary person so 36 wisps is considered 360 days)

 Three hundred and sixty wisp is ten years' internal strength. Three thousand six hundred wisp is a hundred years of true Qi.

Kevin, whose physical attribute has reached 1.8, can generate a wisp of purple energy every three minutes, which is more than ten times faster than his initial self. It only takes sixteen hours of practice to have an ordinary person's one year of internal strength in his body.

A genius practice in one day is equivalent to an ordinary person's practice for one year. This may be the origin of the idiom "days seem like years" described in the {gentleman sword} notes and annotations.

After finishing his training, Kevin turned around and looked at Smith, who was already exhausted and sitting there gasping for breath, and said, "Your physical strength has seriously affected the progress of my training."

"Hey, Kevin, what you are saying is a bit too much. For an ordinary person like me, being able to hit with all my strength for two or three minutes is already considered to be having sufficient physical strength. Not everyone is like you." Smith complained.

"I know. I'm not blaming you. I'm just thinking of a solution to improve your physical condition." Kevin thought.

"You can hire a few more people to fight you together." Smith said, but Kevin immediately rejected him: "With my current rate of improvement, I can't trust other people. They may report me at any time. Only you can help me practice."

Kevin was thinking at this time: "I have too many secrets. It is not suitable for me to have too much contact with others during training. Besides, Smith's personality is easy to grasp. I also know where his home is. Even if he wants to reveal it, he has to worry about my revenge. Others are not so safe."

Hearing that Kevin trusted him so much, Smith, who had no idea what was going on in Kevin mind, couldn't help but feel moved.

Kevin thought for a while and said, "Let me teach you how to practice a Magic Skill, which is a kind of martial art that made purple clouds appear on the face when practicing, just like me previously."

"that purple light?" Smith's eyes widened. "Kevin, are you going to teach me, isn't it your special ability"

"That's about right, and no it's not my special ability everyone can do it with effort." Kevin said. He planned to memorize the magic skill when he returned home tonight and then give it to Smith to practice.

The reason why he was so nice to him was not really to get Smith to help him improve his physical fitness.

After all, with this guy's predicted qualifications, it would be good enough if he could figure out the purple glow magic within ten years. This is mainly an advertisement for the transaction with the club owner in a month.

Essentially smith could be a glorified rat lab.

Yes, the so-called 100 million deal that Kevin mentioned yesterday was this magic skill.

The reason why the time was set to one month later is because Kevin is not confident in his own strength at the moment, so he plans to train for a month to see the effect of his growth.

If his strength is still weak after a month, then he will just cancel the meeting with the gym boss and trade again when he is strong enough. Anyway, the product is in his hands and it's not going to fly away.

"By the way, it's almost noon now, you should go back first." Kevin looked at the time and said, "You seemed very tired this morning, take a rest and come back after three o'clock."

"Thank you, boss." Smith thanked. After hearing that Kevin tell him about his magic that he thought was unique could be replicated and was going to be teaching it to him, he wished he could just live with Kevin rent free.

Watching Smith Walk out of the club joyfully, Kevin took out a glass jar from the dark, which contained sulfuric acid with a purity of 98.3%.