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"Use some force, don't be afraid of killing me," Bai Ye urged, and the next moment he felt a slight pain on his back from being hit by a steel rod.

"Yes, yes, this strength is barely enough, but it would be even better if it were 40 or 50 percent stronger." Bai Ye nodded in satisfaction. The damage from this strike was already higher than Smith's.

Hearing Bai Ye's praise, Peter felt a little strange and increased his strength a bit.

"The force of that strike was perfect. Keep it at that level, and increase the speed. Ideally, each strike should maintain this force while hitting different areas of my back at the highest possible frequency." Bai Ye was extremely satisfied with the Peter brand massage.

Soon, the sound of flesh being violently slapped echoed throughout the gym.

Under Peter's control, the steel rod was swung wildly at a rate of seven or eight times per second, striking White Night's back.

Each strike left a noticeable red mark on Bai Ye's back, which was as tough as rhinoceros hide.

Four or five minutes later, Bai Ye was still gripping the iron block with both hands, his feet firmly planted in a horse stance, but the vest he was wearing had torn open, revealing his bloodied, mangled back.

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

"It's just a superficial injury; it'll heal in a while. This is the best way to become stronger," Bai Ye said nonchalantly, glancing at the progress displayed on the instructions.

With the Peter brand massager's help, at the current frequency, all I need to do is give him another 100,000 blows.

In other words, it would take another four or five hours for Bai Ye's physique to increase by another 0.1, at which point his physical condition would be completely refreshed and all his wounds would be gone.

Not to mention his superhuman healing ability, wounds like this, where even the bones aren't broken, are really just superficial injuries and can heal in a few hours.

Looking at the blood-stained steel rod in his hand, Peter's face turned grim: "Even if you can accept it, I still can't bring myself to do it. The blood on your back has splattered all over my clothes."

"Hey, you're so picky about your job. If you can't stand it, then hit my arms and legs first." Bai Ye sighed. He couldn't even stand it when his own bones weren't broken. He was too delicate.

Chapter 34 Mummy

Inside the gym, Bai Ye was being relentlessly whipped by Peter.

The attack proceeds from the back to the arms and thighs, finally striking directly at the chest and abdomen.

The areas where the person was whipped first turned red, then bruised, and finally the skin and flesh were torn apart and blood flowed out.

Half an hour later, blood continued to flow from Bai Ye's wounds all over his body, staining his clothes bright red and turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

But Peter Parker was even less able to hold on than Bai Ye. After swinging and smashing for half an hour, he let go of the steel rod stuck to Bai Ye's skin and sat down on the ground.

"Why did you stop hitting him?" Bai Ye asked, looking at Peter who was sitting on the ground. He was covered in blood and hadn't fallen down yet, so how did the abuser fall down?

"Bai, I've already whipped you over ten thousand times, and my arms are so sore now."

Peter Parker rubbed his arm, looking at his friend with the eyes of someone looking at a monster. If an ordinary person had been beaten like that, they would have been turned into mincemeat long ago, but this guy just stood there in a horse stance, without even a sway in his steps.

"You...you young man's stamina is lacking," Bai Ye said with dissatisfaction.

Despite having a 2.8-meter physique, it needed to rest after only half an hour. Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to slack off like that.

Although he was not satisfied, Bai Ye knew that this was indeed the limit of the other party's physical strength.

Although Peter's constitution attribute appears to be 2.8, Bai Ye knows that constitution represents the body's defense, stamina, aptitude, and recovery speed.

Peter may only have reached the extreme value of 2.8 in physical defense among these four attributes, while the other three attributes are far behind, unlike his panel data which shows all-round growth.

"Then you should rest for a bit, and we'll continue in half an hour. I'm going to continue my workout," Bai Ye said helplessly.

While he was speaking, Bai Ye's bleeding wounds all over his body had stopped and healed, and he would be fully recovered in another four or five hours.

Seeing his energetic friend, Peter could only step aside and ask, "White, how much longer do I have to work today?"

"I can spend the whole day with you," Bai Ye said, swinging his fist forward while gripping the iron lump.

“Who asked you that?” Peter said speechlessly. “I asked what time you get off work tonight.”

"It's six o'clock now. You can choose to go back at ten o'clock," Bai Ye said. "Remember to come here immediately after school tomorrow."

"I understand," Peter nodded helplessly.

However, having already received the $20,000, he couldn't refuse. He felt that a thick barrier made of money had already separated him from Bai Ye.

Ten minutes later, Peter had almost recovered his strength and continued to tap and pound on Bai Ye's body. After hitting him for half an hour, he would rest for ten minutes, and so on.

During this process, Peter also began to notice that as his exercise increased, his already strong stamina and strength began to improve slightly.

It seems that untapped potential within the body is being activated through exercise.

This discovery made Peter take it seriously, and he became more willing to cooperate with the training in the White Nights. The training effect increased greatly, and by 10 p.m., he didn't even want to go back.

Peter dawdled until 11 o'clock, and was so exhausted that he finally left the gym. After he left, Bai Ye, who had lost his experience pack, also stopped his training.

此刻原本下午刚刚达到1.7的体质经验条，经过一晚上的锻炼直接飙升到1.7+0.2（70%），明天绝对能再提高0.1。

Impressed by the benefits of Spider-Man as a training tool, Bai Ye took out paper and pen from the corner and began to write down the Purple Cloud Divine Skill he would teach Smith the next day.

With a mental strength of 1.7, Bai Ye now possesses almost photographic memory and millimeter-level precision.

Holding the pen, Bai Ye quickly sketched without any aids, his hands leaving afterimages in the process.

In just two hours, Bai Ye replicated the entire Zixia Divine Skill manual, along with Yue Buqun's annotations.

After doing all this, Bai Ye put away the manual. Feeling that his bloody wounds had not yet fully healed, Bai Ye simply sat cross-legged on the cold marble and began to gather his qi.

An hour later, after three more strands of purple qi appeared in Bai Ye's dantian, his wounds had completely healed. After eating some food to fill his stomach, he stood up and continued to practice.

He now finds that he seems to no longer need sleep, and the damage to his body caused by staying up late has begun to outpace the rate at which his body can heal.

'I feel like I'm becoming less and less human.' Bai Ye thought to himself, picked up the iron block beside him, and began to exercise.

……

Late at night, most people in New York City were asleep, with only a few still striving for their goals.

In the hallway of an apartment building in Brooklyn, a woman in her twenties lay dead on her doorstep, her eyes wide open and her body emaciated.

"Too late again."

Standing in front of the mummified corpse was a man who was 1.9 meters tall. He had blue eyes, a black slicked-back hairstyle, a tall and muscular build, and wore a trench coat.

The man's T-shirt had a white skull printed on it, giving him a menacing look.

The man crouched down and gently pushed the woman's head away, revealing two bloody holes in her neck.

"Damn bloodsucking bastard." The man cursed under his breath as he stood up, turned and walked into the darkness, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Matt, when is your body ready for a mission?"

Back in the hospital, Matt, lying back in his hospital bed, asked with difficulty, "Victor, I might need another two weeks to recover before I can walk normally. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's that group of vampire bastards that you can't kill them all. Although they used to be very unruly, their hunting was always regular and in certain locations. But this month, there have been seven cases of corpses that have been drained of their life force. I suspect they're up to something big."

"What about Blade? I remember that vampires have always been his domain, haven't they?" Matt's expression turned serious.

“I tried to contact him, but I completely lost contact with him yesterday, which is why I came to you.”

"How about I recommend someone to you?"

Who should I recommend?

“It’s that student who was on TV the other day. I think he has a lot of potential and I’d like you to mentor him,” Matt said.

“You know I don’t like mentoring new people, but I will keep an eye on them. Compared to him, I admire that serial killer more.”

"A serial killer? Who!"

"It's that mutant who wiped out three entire gangs in the last couple of days. I find his actions quite appealing," Victor said before hanging up the phone.

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Chapter 35 People's physical constitutions are not the same

Late at night, in Manhattan, an old building made entirely of stone stands here.

Inside the building, a burly man with dark, shiny skin, wearing a black trench coat and exuding a powerful aura, was firmly bound by steel, staring with murderous intent at the pale-skinned man in front of him.

"Are you alright, Blade?" A pale, bloodless man stood before Blade Warrior, surrounded by everyone around him.

"I invited you before. If you join us and contribute two liters of blood from your body, the entire vampire race will become great again because of the descent of the Blood God."

"Unfortunately, you refused, so now you can only grovel before me like a dog."

The man bent down and looked at Blade's kneeling position, a smile appearing on his face.

"Deacon, do you think mere vampires can rule this world?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Blade's face: "Your so-called Blood God, let him settle things with those mutants who are being suppressed by humans first."

“Mutants? Hahaha!” Dickon laughed out loud. “Do you think I’m like those pure-blooded old fogies?”

"Humans can transform into vampires, so mutants can too. However, the genetic conflict carries a high risk of death. I have already conducted experiments and personally transformed a mutant vampire."

Seeing the change in Blade's expression, Dickon became even more smug and said, "Once I transform into the Blood God, relying on my supreme bloodline, mutants will just be part of the vampire army, and humans will just be my food."

"Enjoy your last moments. When the full moon arrives, we will offer the blood of the daywalkers as a sacrifice to formally welcome the Blood God's descent."

After Dickon finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and his men stepped forward and dragged the Blade into the dungeon to be imprisoned.

……

Strength: 1.7+0.2

Physique: 1.8+0.2

Spirit: 1.7

In the early morning, the purple aura on Bai Ye's face slowly receded, and he finished his practice and stood up.

With your arms outstretched and gently stretched, you can feel the tremendous energy bursting forth from your muscles and bones.

'The rapid improvement in physical condition has led to a faster healing rate. Now, skin corrosion not only takes longer, but it can also be completely healed in just two hours.'

Bai Ye thought to himself, turning his gaze toward the door. He could already hear footsteps outside.

With a creak, Smith excitedly pushed open the door and walked in.

Last night, I was so excited about being able to practice martial arts today that I couldn't sleep well all night.

"You're here. That's the 'Purple Cloud Divine Skill' in the corner. We'll talk about the next steps after you've learned it," Bai Ye said, pointing to the manual in the corner.

"Is this the martial arts you practice, Bai Ye?" Smith walked to the corner with anticipation, picked up the notebook in front of him with both hands, only to find that the book, which he had thought was old-fashioned, actually had a ** brand notebook on the cover.

With a strange feeling, Smith flipped through the contents.