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

Two or three minutes later, Bai Ye's eyes lit up when he saw the blond boy trotting over from a distance. He raised his hand and waved: "Peter, here."

"Bai, the whole class is discussing your matter today." Peter stepped forward and said, "I had no idea you were so powerful before."

"Let's talk after we go in." Bai Ye waved his hand and led Peter into the club.

The whole first floor of the club was full of fitness people practicing weights. Bai Ye bypassed them and walked directly to the private gym on the third floor. The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

Peter looked at the furnishings in the entire room, paying special attention to a few iron lumps placed in the corner, and then asked: "Bai, you haven't said anything yet, what is the 20,000 yuan part-time job you mentioned?"

Bai Ye turned his back to Peter and said, "That's for another time. Let's discuss it first."

"Discuss?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and a numb feeling went from his cervical spine to his brain. Bai Ye turned around quickly, and his right leg was like a giant axe, turning around and kicking him in the head with great force.

Bai Ye's trousers screamed as they rubbed against the air. If a normal person received this kick, his entire head would be cut off.

Peter leaned back, feeling the air passing by the tip of his nose, and said angrily: "Bai, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to test your reflexes. You won't be hurt even if you didn't move just now."

Bai Ye took back 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." A somewhat frightened Peter clenched his fists. Because he wasn't sure whether Bai Ye's body could withstand the punch, he restrained his strength and punched Bai Ye's abdomen lightly.

The punch that was just a joke didn't even hurt Bai Ye, but he had successfully achieved his goal.

Description column:

Detect someone attacking you and analyze opponent data

Name: Peter Parker

Strength: 3.0

Agility: 2.6

Physique: 2.8

Spirit: 4.2

Charisma: 1.1

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Looking at the new information that appeared on the panel description column, Bai Ye was also stunned for a moment.

'How do you get the value on this panel? I remember that Spider-Man in the movie can pull a 100-ton train traveling at nine meters per second in thirty seconds. So his strength is at least about 70 tons. His strength is at least twenty times that of mine. ’

‘As a result, apart from mental energy, the numerical difference between Spider-Man and I 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 thinking about it, Bai Ye turned his head and looked at Peter who was unaware. With a harmless and warm smile on his face, he said: "Peter, come and help me train."

"Ah, training." Peter Parker was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, the part-time job I'm talking about with a monthly salary of 20,000 US dollars is to help me with combat training."

Bai Ye got 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, Bai Ye gently waved a dozen bills in his hand and said in an extremely seductive tone: "As long as you agree, I can advance your salary for one month."

Looking at the banknotes so close at hand, 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 beat me to death." Bai Ye said.

‘You…know the changes in my body today? ’ Peter’s eyes were filled with surprise, and he even thought that Bai Ye might have made him stronger.

"Of course I know. As for how you know, everyone has their own secrets. How about leaving a little distance between each other."

He was too lazy to make up lies to deceive, so he might as well just not tell them.

"Okay, if you just let me hit you with a stick, I will accept this part-time job." Peter did not continue to ask, but chose to accept the part-time job.

"Very well, let's start now."

Under Peter's surprised gaze, Bai Ye grabbed the two-ton iron lump in the corner, took root under his feet and began to take up his horse's stride. At the same time, he urged: "What are you doing standing still? Hit me with a stick now."

"Uh, okay." Peter tightened his grip on the steel rod in his hand and swung it at Bai Ye's back without any force at all.

"You should use more force, don't be afraid to beat me to death." Bai Ye urged, and the next moment he felt a slight pain from being hit with a steel rod on his back.

"Yes, yes, this strength is barely enough. Of course, it would be better if he were four or five bigger." Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction. The damage of this stick was already higher than that of Smith.

Listening to Bai Ye's praise, Peter always felt a little strange, so he put on a little more strength.

"The strength of this stroke is simply perfect. Just use this strength and increase the speed at the same time. It is best to maintain this strength and hit different positions on my back as quickly as possible with each stroke." Bai Ye said to Peter Massage Extremely satisfied.

Soon, the sound of flesh being beaten crazily could be heard throughout the gym.

Under Peter's control, the steel rod struck Bai Ye's back crazily at a frequency of seven or eight times per second.

Every blow can draw a conspicuous red mark on Bai Ye's back, which is comparable to rhinoceros skin at this moment.

Four or five minutes later, Bai Ye was still holding the iron lump with both hands, and his feet were tied with horse steps and remained motionless, but the vest he was wearing had torn apart, 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 injury. It will heal after a while. If you want to become stronger, this is the best way." Bai Ye said nonchalantly while looking at the progress displayed on the description column.

With the blessing of the Peter brand massager, he only needs to be beaten with a hundred thousand sticks at the current frequency.

In other words, in another four or five hours, the newly improved physical fitness will be increased by 0.1. By then, Bai Ye will directly refresh his physical condition, and no wounds will be gone.

Not to mention his current superhuman self-healing ability, a wound like this that didn't even break a bone can only be considered a skin injury and can be healed in a few hours.

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

"Hey, you are still picky about your work. If you can't stand it, just hit my arms and thighs first." Bai Ye sighed. He didn't even break his bones, but he couldn't stand it. He was too squeamish.