Becoming infinitely stronger starting from Marvel

Chapter 30 Every day is like a year
In the morning, feeling the full strength in his body, Peter Parker, who was full of ambition, slowly walked down the stairs. On the table, Aunt May and Uncle Ben had prepared breakfast waiting for him.

Seeing Peter walking down, Aunt Mei smiled gently and said, "You have been sleeping since you came back at noon yesterday. Come over for dinner quickly. I cooked more specially."

"Thank you Aunt Mei, I feel like I can eat a cow now." Peter said movedly, and went to the table to eat.

While eating, Ben Parker turned on the TV, and the morning news was being broadcast.

On the morning news in New York City at this moment, the reporter was standing in front of the bank that was robbed yesterday and explained formally: "As you can see, yesterday morning's robbery resulted in the injury of a security guard and the death of six robbers. , one robber lost the ability to resist, which officially declared the end of the incident."

"Did another robbery happen in New York City yesterday?" Peter said while staring at the TV and eating.

"Of course, it was quite a big fuss, and even I heard about it," said Uncle Ben.

"The reason why such a thing happened is not because of the New York police, but because one of the kidnapped hostages surrendered." The reporter on the TV said, and the next moment a photo of Bai Ye was inserted in time and placed on the reporter's desk. beside.

The moment he saw the handsome face in the photo, Peter's devouring movements stopped and he stared blankly at the TV. He exclaimed uncontrollably in his mouth full of food: "Wang Defa!"

"This young man is very good-looking. Yesterday, there were many young girls in our work unit who secretly printed photos with color printers." Aunt Mei said narrowly.

"No, he...this..." Peter didn't know what to say at all. He only felt that the whole world had changed after sleeping.

When he woke up, his power suddenly increased sharply. Not only did his classmates suddenly appear on TV, he also killed six armed robbers. What happened to the world?

After hemming and hawing for a long time and looking at Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben who knew nothing, Peter chose not to explain anymore. After quickly devouring the food on the table, he quickly got up and got on the school bus.

On the way, he also tried to dial Bai Ye's phone number, but got a reminder to turn off his phone.

Unable to get confirmation immediately, he could only sigh, but when he looked up, he found his usual goddess Mary Jane walking towards him with a smile on her face.

Looking at his goddess's beautiful cheeks, Peter's heart inevitably started to beat faster, and he began to feel that today was his lucky day.

But then he heard Mary Jane looking at him with concern and saying: "Peter, do you know where Bai Ye went? All our calls to him yesterday were unreachable. Can you contact him?"

The expectant expression on Peter's face fell away, and in Mary Jane's disappointed eyes, he shook his head in frustration to express his ignorance.

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At noon, in the gym, Bai Ye, who had once again trained his body to the limit due to the arrival of new training equipment, sat cross-legged on the floor.

As his hands kneaded, a steady stream of purple energy surged up from his face, lingering like clouds over Bai Ye's head.

When practicing, let the purple energy condense into clouds and mist hovering above your head. This kind of momentum during practice has never been possessed by practitioners of the Zixia magic technique in the past generations.

Behind him, Smith was sweating profusely and kept waving the steel rod in his hand to hit Bai Ye's back, but he couldn't even shake his figure.

Half an hour later, after Bai Ye raised his hands to make a posture with five hearts pointing to the sky, he slowly stopped the exercise, feeling an extra ray of internal energy in his body, and he was satisfied.

For the Zixia magic skill, a mediocre person needs to meditate for half a day to produce a trace of Zixia's true energy, and even a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to produce a trace of it. According to the description of Junzijian in the group, the standard for judging internal strength in the martial arts world is based on the amount of true energy cultivated by mediocre people.

A trace of zhenqi is equivalent to a day's practice for an ordinary person, ten strands is one strand, thirty-six strands in the body is one year's internal strength, three hundred and sixty strands is ten years' internal strength, and 3,600 strands is one year's internal strength. Hundreds of years of true energy.

And Bai Ye, whose physical attribute reaches 1.8, can generate a trace of Zixia Qi every three minutes, which is more than ten times faster than his original self. He only needs to practice for sixteen hours to have the internal strength of an ordinary person in his body for one year.

A genius who practices for one day can be as good as an ordinary person who can practice for a year. This may be the origin of the idiom "Every day is like a year".

After finishing his exercises, Bai Ye looked back at Smith, who was sitting aside panting for a long time due to exhaustion, and said: "Your physical strength has seriously affected the progress of my exercise."

"Hey, Bai, what you said is a bit too much. An ordinary person like me who can hit with all his strength for two or three minutes is considered to have sufficient physical strength. Not everyone is like you." Smith complained.

"I know, I'm not blaming you, I'm just trying to think of a solution to improve your physique." Bai Ye thought.

"You can hire a few more people to beat you together." Smith said but was immediately rejected by Bai Ye: "With my current progress rate, I can't trust other people. They may report me at any time. Only you can help me practice. .”

Bai Ye thought to himself at this time: 'I have too many secrets. It's not suitable for me to have too much contact with others during exercise. Moreover, Smith's character is easy to control. I also know where his home is. Even if he wants to reveal it, he has to worry about me. retaliation, others are not so safe. '

Hearing that Bai Ye trusted him so much and didn't know what was going on in his heart, Smith couldn't help but feel moved.

Bai Ye thought for a moment and said, "Let me teach you how to practice Zixia Magic Kung Fu, the same martial art that made purple clouds appear on my face when I meditated just now."

"Chinese Kung Fu?" Smith stared, "Bai, are you going to teach me?"

"Absolutely." Bai Ye said. He planned to write down the Zixia magic skill silently when he went back tonight and then give it to Smith to practice.

The reason why he was so nice to him was really not because he wanted Smith to help him improve his physique.

After all, with this guy's qualifications, it would be pretty good if he could figure out the Zixia magic within ten years. It was mainly an advertisement for the deal with the club owner in a month's time.

Yes, the so-called 100 billion transaction that Bai Ye mentioned yesterday was the Zixia Magic Power.

The reason why the time is set to one month later is because Bai Ye is not confident in his own strength now, so he plans to exercise for a month to see the effect.

If his strength is still very good after a month, then he can directly meet the other party and wait until he is strong enough before trading. Anyway, the initiative is in his own hands.

"By the way, it's almost noon now. You should go back first." Bai Ye looked at the time and said, "I see you are very tired this morning. Take a rest and come back after three o'clock."

"Thank you, boss." Smith thanked him. After hearing that Bai Ye's kung fu could be replicated and that he was going to pass it on to him, he wished he could become Bai Ye's teacher.

Watching Smith walk out of the club, Bai Ye took out a glass jar from the dark, which contained 98.3% pure sulfuric acid.

(End of this chapter)