The Most Powerful System

Jason Fighting Field, 124 58th Avenue, Queens, New York.

A young Caucasian young man with slack short hair looked up at the building opposite to the advertisement in the newspaper. After confirming that this was the address indicated in the advertisement, he did not go in immediately, but stood in front of the building and hesitated for a moment.

This person is not Qi Yu, but has just been bitten by a super spider, and has mutated into a super Peter Parker with super physique, super strength, super keen senses, and the ability to breathe spider silk!

The current Peter Parker did not become the superhero Spider-Man, but was just a high school student who discovered that he had awakened superpowers that ordinary people do not have.

He needed money, three thousand dollars for a convertible. Oh! Of course it's second-hand, and it's still the kind of second-hand car with poor performance.

No way, who made him a poor student?

The purpose of his car purchase was to invite his high school female classmate and neighbor, who had been secretly in love with him for three years, Mary Jane, who had lived under the hood of an alcoholic father since childhood, to go out for a ride together during the summer vacation.

For a shy young man, owning a "sports car" of his own will naturally increase a lot of courage to express himself.

Under the longing for a beautiful love, Peter gritted his teeth and finally decided to go in...

Jason's Fighting Field was invested by the Wrestlers' Union, an American civil organization, and was established in Queens, where the security conditions are not very good.

The huge fighting arena was full of people, with roars and screams one after another, cheers and applause.

When Peter walked to the entrance passage, two security guards immediately stopped in front of him. They used a metal detector to scan his whole body according to the rules. He let go.

Peter couldn't wait to come to the auditorium around the ring, standing there quietly, watching the fighting showdown on the ring below.

On the ring, a middle-aged burly long-haired man with explosive muscles, unshaven beard, wearing a capable black vest, was fighting fiercely with a tattooed man in a full-body camouflage suit.

The middle-aged, burly, long-haired man stretched out his arms violently, lifted the tattooed man opposite him, and threw it to the ground.

"Bang" a muffled sound! The tattooed man was thrown into a mess, he was dizzy, and he couldn't get up for a while.

Although he has successfully defeated the opponent, the middle-aged burly man with long hair still has no intention of letting go of the poor loser at his feet.

He climbed onto the elastic rope on the edge of the ring, and with the help of the strong elasticity of the rope, he jumped down, and performed the final blow of "elbow to chest" on the tattooed man!

"Oh!"

The tattooed man cried out in pain, and then fell into a state of unconsciousness.

This sturdy middle-aged burly man with long hair is the wrestling king of the Jason Fighting Arena, the big McGregor with the title of "Bone-Saw"!

As described in an ad in the New York Daily News by the New York Wrestlers League, whoever can hold on to his hand for three minutes without falling will receive a $3,000 bonus.

In fact, the tattooed man just didn't last even a minute, so not only was he not eligible to receive the bonus, but he ended up with a tragic end with a broken sternum.

Capitalism is so ruthless. They set up tough wrestling kings with bone saws and stupid challengers. The more challengers, the more spectators come to watch the match, the more dollars the fighting ring makes, and the better the profit margins for investors. high! So, the bloodier, more violent, and funnier the scene, the happier the bosses behind the fight are!

"1! 2! 3! End!"

"Who is number one?"

"Gentlemen and ladies, the first place is still the Wrestling King Bone Saw!"

"For the $3,000 prize,

Who has the kind of a three-minute battle with a bone saw? "

The short-haired host wearing sunglasses stepped into the ring immediately after the challenger was knocked out and started his Hold speech.

In the auditorium, Peter watched the fight seriously. Although Peter felt that the bone saw was indeed a bit capable, to be honest, he was still very confident in his own combat prowess.

The facial features are extremely developed, the reaction is highly agile, and the endurance is increased several times. One arm can lift a car and jump more than ten meters away with one jump. In addition, the wrist can also spray spider silk as strong as steel wire. With a number of hacks far beyond ordinary people, is it still impossible to beat a mere Queen's amateur wrestling king?

Silently encouraging himself in his heart, Peter immediately left the auditorium and came to the challenger registration area at the front desk.

The person in charge of registering at the registration desk at the front desk was a chubby black woman with two pigtails that looked a little funny.

"This is not a lightweight competition, kid, next!" The fat black woman waved the pen she used to register the challenger's name, shook her head and laughed.

In her eyes, the challenger must be at least 1.8 meters in height, or have basic rigid conditions such as a muscular body, otherwise they will definitely be tortured by the wrestling king bone saw.

She had a bit of a conscience and didn't want the boy in front of her to be beaten and seriously injured when she came to power.

"No, I want to participate!" Peter said firmly, without moving his steps.

Needless to say, for a would-be Spider-Man who has acquired superpowers, fighting an amateur wrestling king is not a foolish act of bravado, but a must-have way to make quick money. It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, there is no power in his ordinary small body, and he will be knocked down by the bone saw.

"Okay! You have to understand that if you get injured in this fight, the New York Wrestlers League will not be held responsible. Are you going to keep going?"

"Um!"

"your name?"

"The-Human-Spider."

"Okay, registration done. You can go in, God bless you. Next!"

"thanks!"

After the registration was successful, Peter left the front desk happily and walked towards the staff aisle leading to the backstage powerhouse.

After Peter left, the next challenger stepped forward and went through the registration process at the desk of the fat black woman.

The fat black woman raised her head slightly and glanced at the appearance of the challenger in front of her.

There are roughly only two criteria in her mind. As long as the challenger basically meets these two criteria, she will approve it to participate in the challenge.

One is whether the challenger is tall and strong. After all, a short and thin guy will be beaten by the wrestling king with a bone saw that even his parents don't know, or even be beaten to death by mistake.

The second is whether the challenger has a distinct personality. After all, Jason's Fighting Field is a commercial place for profit. If the challengers are all stereotyped, it will be difficult to arouse the audience's viewing interest. So, it's also very important that the challenger has a unique image, which makes the fight look a lot more interesting.

"your name?"

"Teletubbies Murder King."

Yes, the challenger behind Peter is Qi Yu wearing a cute Teletubbies hood.

In such a fighting arena full of violence and blood, the image of Teletubbies obviously has no small sense of disobedience.

There's no way this can be done. Qi Yu, as a poor and white freshman, has only the Teletubbies puppet on the garbage heap.

In the eyes of the fat black woman's "You are very promising, young man", Qi Yu's "Teletubbies Killing King" competition name was approved and registered on the document by her.