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Chapter 33 Just a minor superficial injury

Inside the Mainz Gym, Bai Ye, wearing a mask, stood at the entrance waiting for Peter.

Two or three minutes later, seeing the blond boy jogging over from a distance, Bai Ye's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand and waved, saying, "Peter, over here."

"Bai, the whole class has been talking about you today," Peter said, stepping forward. "I had no idea you were this amazing."

"Let's go inside and talk about it." Bai Ye waved his hand and led Peter into the club.

The entire first floor of the club was filled with fitness enthusiasts, but Bai Ye bypassed them and went straight to the private gym on the third floor, where the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Peter surveyed the room's furnishings, paying particular attention to the several metal lumps in the corner, before asking, "Bai, you still haven't told me what this 20,000 yuan part-time job you mentioned is?"

With his back to Peter, Bai Ye said, "Let's put that aside for now and have a friendly spar."

"A friendly spar?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, a tingling sensation running from his cervical spine to his brain. He saw Bai Ye twist his body rapidly, his right leg like a giant axe, kicking powerfully towards Peter's head.

Bai Ye's trouser legs whistled as they rubbed against the air; if a normal person were to take a solid kick from that kick, their entire head could be sliced ​​off.

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

"I just wanted to test your reflexes. You wouldn't have gotten hurt even if you hadn't moved."

Bai Ye withdrew his right leg and laughed, "Now, as an apology, you can give me a punch. As long as you don't kill me on the spot, you can do whatever you want."

"You said it yourself." Peter, somewhat frightened, clenched his fist. Not knowing whether Bai Ye's body could withstand a beating, he gently punched Bai Ye in the abdomen.

The punch, which was essentially a playful one, caused Bai Ye no pain whatsoever, but he had already successfully achieved his goal.

Description section:

An attack has been detected against you; analyze the opponent's data.

Name: Peter Parker

Power: 3.0

Agility: 2.6

Physical condition: 2.8

Spirit: 4.2

Charisma: 1.1

……

Bai Ye was also stunned when he saw the new information that appeared in the panel description.

"How exactly are the values ​​on this panel calculated? I remember in the movies, Spider-Man could stop a 100-ton train traveling at nine meters per second in thirty seconds. That means his strength is at least 70 tons, which is at least twenty times my strength."

"As a result, aside from mental strength, the numerical difference between Spider-Man and me on the attribute panel is less than double, although this might be because he has just awakened and his physical potential has not been fully developed."

After finishing his thoughts, Bai Ye turned to look at Peter, who was completely unaware of what was happening, and said with a harmless and warm smile, "Peter, come help me with the training."

"Ah, training." Peter Parker paused for a moment.

"Yes, the part-time job I mentioned with a monthly salary of $20,000 was to help me with my impact resistance training."

Bai Ye got up, walked to the backpack in the corner, took out a thick wad of US dollars, and returned to Peter.

Before Peter, whose eyes were somewhat glazed over, Bai Ye gently waved a wad of banknotes in his hand and said in an incredibly tempting tone, "If you agree, I can advance you a month's salary."

Looking at the banknotes so close and within easy reach, Peter maintained his composure and said with some difficulty, "But what can I train you on?"

"It's very simple. You just need to keep hitting me with that stick next to you. That's my training method. Just be careful not to kill me," Bai Ye said.

"You... know about the changes in my body today?" Peter looked surprised, even wondering if Bai Ye was behind his increased strength.

"Of course I know. As for how I know, everyone has their own secrets. How about we keep some distance from each other?"

He was too lazy to make up lies to deceive people, so he simply said nothing.

"Okay, if it's just about hitting you with a stick, I'll take the part-time job." Peter didn't ask any further questions and chose to accept the part-time job.

"Very good, let's begin now."

To Peter's astonishment, Bai Ye grabbed the two-ton iron lump from the corner, planted it firmly in a horse stance, and urged, "What are you standing there for? Hit me with the stick now!"

"Uh, okay." Peter gripped the steel rod tightly, reduced his strength, and swung it at Bai Ye's back, feeling nothing at all.

"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 this strike is perfect. Keep it at this level, and increase the speed. Ideally, each strike should maintain this force while hitting different points on my back at the highest possible frequency." Bai Ye was extremely satisfied with Peter's 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 no choice but 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.

(End of this chapter)