Become Infinitely Stronger Starting from Marvel

Inside the Mains Fitness Club, Kevin was wearing a mask and standing at the door waiting for Peter.

Two or three minutes later, Kevin saw the blond boy jogging over from a distance. His eyes lit up, and he raised his hand and waved, "Peter, here." (T\N: yes, there is a blond peter in the comics and the spider verse)

"Kevin, the whole class was talking about you today." Peter walked up and said, "I had no idea you were so amazing before."

"Let's talk after we go inside." Kevin waved his hand and took Peter into the club.

The first floor of the entire club was filled with fitness enthusiasts. Kevin walked around them and went straight to the private gym on the third floor. The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Peter looked around the room, paying special attention to the pieces of metal in the corner, and then asked, "Kevin, you haven't told me yet, what is the part-time job you're talking about for 20,000k?"

Kevin turned his back to Peter and said, "Let's talk about this later. Let's have a sparring match first."

"Sparring?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and a tingling sensation went straight up from his cervical spine to his brain. He saw Kevin twisting his body quickly, and his right leg was like a giant axe, turning around and kicking towards his head with great force.

Kevin trouser legs whistled as they rubbed against the air. If a normal person was hit hard by this kick, his entire head would probably be cut off.

Peter leaned back, feeling the air brushing against his nose, and said angrily, "Kevin, what do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to test your reaction. You wouldn't be hurt even if you didn't move just now."

Kevin retracted his right leg and said with a smile: "Now as an apology, you can punch me. As long as you don't kill me on the spot, you can do whatever you want."

"That's what you said." Peter, who was a little frightened, clenched his fist. Not sure if Kevin body could withstand a beating, he restrained his strength and lightly punched him in the abdomen.

It was just a playful punch that didn't even cause any pain to Kevin, but he had successfully achieved his goal.

Description column:

Detected someone attacking you, analyzing the opponent's data

Name: Peter Parker

Strength: 3.0

Agility: 2.6

Constitution: 2.8

Spirit: 4.2

Charisma: 1.1

...

Looking at the new information that appeared on the panel description bar, Kevin was also stunned for a moment.

'How did you get the numbers on this panel? I remember that Spider-Man in the movie could hold a 100-ton train moving at 9 meters per second in 30 seconds. So, his strength is at least 70 tons, which is at least 20 times stronger than mine.'

'As a result, except for spirit, the numerical difference between me and Spider-Man on the attribute panel is less than double, although this may be because the other party has just awakened, and his physical potential has not been fully developed.'

After finishing his thoughts, Kevin turned his head to look at Peter who was unaware of anything, and said with a harmless and warm smile on his face: "Peter, come and help me train."

"Ah, training." Peter Parker was stunned.

"Yes, the part-time job I mentioned with a monthly salary of $20,000 is to help me with anti-strike training."

Kevin stood up and walked to the backpack in the corner, took out a thick stack of dollars and returned to Peter.

In front of Peter, whose eyes were a little straight, Kevin gently waved a dozen banknotes in his hand and said in an extremely tempting tone: "As long as you agree, I can advance you one month's salary."

Looking at the money within reach, Peter maintained his rationality and said with some difficulty: "But, what can I help you train?"

"It's very simple. You just need to keep hitting me with the stick next to you. This is my training method. Be careful not to hit me to death." Kevin said.

"You... know about the changes in my body today?" Peter was surprised and even thought that Kevin might have been responsible for his physical strengthening.

"Of course I know. As for how I know, everyone has their own secrets. How about keeping a little distance from each other?"

He was too lazy to make up lies, so he might as well just not say anything.

"Okay, if it just allows me to beat you with a stick, I'll accept the part-time job." Peter did not continue asking but chose to accept the part-time job.

"Very good, let's get started now."

Under Peter's surprised gaze, Kevin grabbed the two-ton iron block in the corner, rooted his feet and began to do horse stance, while urging: "What are you standing there for? Hit me with a stick now."

"Uh, okay." Peter clenched the steel rod in his hand, gathered his strength and hit Kevin on the back, but he didn't feel anything.

"You should use a little more strength, don't be afraid of beating me to death." Kevin reprimanded him, and the next moment he felt a slight pain in his back from being hit by a steel rod.

"Yes, yes, this strength is just barely enough. Of course, it would be better if it was four or five times stronger." Kevin nodded with satisfaction. The damage caused by this stick was already higher than that of Smith.

Listening to Kevin praise, Peter always felt a little strange and added a little more strength.

"The force this time is simply perfect. Use this force and increase the speed at the same time. It would be best if you could maintain this force and hit different positions on my back at the fastest frequency each time." Kevin expressed great satisfaction with the Peter brand massage.

Soon, the whole gym was filled with the sound of flesh being whipped.

Under Peter's control, the steel stick hit Kevin back wildly at a frequency of seven or eight times per second.

Each blow would leave a conspicuous red mark on Kevin back, which was as thin as rhinoceroses' skin at this moment.

Four or five minutes later, Kevin was still holding the iron lump with both hands, his feet in a horse stance, motionless, but the vest he was wearing had torn open, revealing his bloody and torn back.

Seeing this, Peter had to stop what he was doing and said, "Are you really not in pain? Your back is bleeding."

"It's just a superficial wound. It will heal after a while. This is the best way to become stronger." Kevin said indifferently as he looked at the progress displayed on the instruction bar.

With the help of Peter's massager, he only needs to be beaten 100,000 more times at the current frequency.

In other words, it would only take another four or five hours for the physical fitness that had just been improved to increase by another 0.1. At that time, His physical condition would be refreshed directly, and all the wounds would be gone.

Not to mention his current superhuman self-healing ability, a wound like this that didn't even break the bones could only be considered a superficial injury and would heal in a few hours.

Looking at the red steel rod in his hand, Peter's face looked a little ugly: "Even if you can accept it, I still can't do it. The blood on your back has splattered on my clothes."

"Hey, you're still picky about your work. If you can't stand it, just hit my arms and thighs first." Kevin sighed. He couldn't stand it even though his bones were not broken. He was too fragile.