A week later, late at night, there was a dull thud from the Fogwell gym. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

He slammed his fist on the sandbag again, and Peter's full force knocked the twenty-kilogram sandbag up slightly. Before it could land, Peter's next punch slammed into it.

"Seventy-one... Seventy-two..."

The ache in Peter's arms had literally turned to tingling, his muscles had stretched to the limit, and every punch he threw was damaging his muscle fibers.

If anyone with a discerning eye was here, they could tell at a glance that the boxing gloves Peter was wearing at this time were somewhat unusual, with a five-pound lead bar attached to each of them. Ordinary people just wear this glove and raise their arms for a long time to keep them horizontal, I am afraid they can't last for a few minutes, let alone punch dozens of times with all their strength like Peter?

This kind of training intensity is not something that a beginner like Peter should try. Even those professional athletes don't risk straining and do so many strokes in a row.

"Ninety-eight... Ninety-nine... Hundred! ”

Finally, the hundredth punch was thrown, and Peter, who had finished the workout, took two steps back and sat down on the ground. His arms were now numb and he didn't feel anything, even the little finger felt sore, and there was a tingling sensation in the depths of his muscles. It seems that the muscle strain is not light.

Peter took off the gloves with great difficulty, then placed his arms in a more comfortable and relaxed position, and closed his eyes and went into meditation. A few gentle traces of the Force flowed into his arm, slowly nourishing and repairing the damage between the muscles. The tingling sensation gradually rose from his arm, his body temperature began to rise, and his skin felt hot to the touch.

Less than twenty minutes later, the soreness was gone, and the arm was full of strength again. Peter pinched his arm, and there was nothing wrong with it except for a feeling of weakness.

Once again, Matt's words that night flashed through Peter's mind.

"Taekwondo, karate, bajiquan, Muay Thai, judo, etc., there are countless fighting techniques in this world. And their purpose is nothing more than one: to inflict maximum damage on the enemy with their own physical strength. ”

"In the final analysis, to enhance one's comprehensive strength, we can only start from two aspects. their physical fitness, as well as their fighting skills. The latter can only be slowly accumulated through long-term practice and actual combat, while in the former, you have a shortcut. ”

"The resilience that comes with your abilities allows you to not worry about getting injured and not being able to train due to overweight on your muscles, and you can even repair your muscles while you are training. This allows you to work out almost all the time, training heavier than you can handle, and thus achieving far better results than others. ”

Of course, having said that, although the muscle damage on my body can be easily repaired, the fatigue and pain of training are no less than that. For the first two days, Peter was overwhelmed by the hellish training. He had several thoughts of giving up and wanted to return to his previous training routine. But for some reason, whenever he saw Matt's blank eyes, he was embarrassed to say it.

Since your own body can bear it, then your own will must be able to do it too!

Peter got up, put on the weight-bearing gloves again, and walked over to the punching bag. He took two deep breaths and trained again. The sound of a heavy blow rang out from inside the gym again.

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At six o'clock the next morning, Peter, who was woken up on time by the alarm clock, got up from the warm bed. Looking at the cloudy sky outside the window, his mood deteriorated a little.

"Don't rain, don't rain," Peter muttered as he changed his clothes, but the weather forecast on his phone was clearly not what he expected.

Today's maximum temperature is 7 degrees and there will be showers in the afternoon. There is a possibility of thunderstorms after 10 p.m.

Peter rolled his eyes, it was just terrible.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it should be indoors at that time, and it won't have too much impact. Peter cheered himself up, which somewhat made him relax a little.

After changing into sportswear, the next thing is a thunderous morning jog. Even though he had been training with weights at the Fogwell gym for more than two hours last night, he couldn't pull off the aerobic exercise of morning jogging.

At Matt's suggestion, Peter changed his jogging habits and increased his pace a lot. His body is already quite good among his peers after half a year of continuous high-intensity exercise, although it is not as good as someone like Matt, who has tempered his body to the peak state, but it is no problem to run ten kilometers at a fast speed.

There are few pedestrians on the streets in the early morning, the shops and stalls on the streets of New York don't open so early, and the only ones that are open are the 24-hour convenience stores.

Even though the current icy air was only hovering above freezing, Peter's body temperature still rose quickly during the exercise, and his face was flushed. His breathing was a little unstable after about two-thirds of the way due to the speed, but with the help of the Force, his pace didn't slow down even a bit. With every breath he takes, a white mist more than two feet long erupts in midair, which is quite interesting from a distance.

Peter quickly completed the lap of a little over ten kilometres. He was almost tired and paralyzed, and he looked at his watch, and his spirit suddenly improved a lot. Now he can finally complete the 10 kilometers in less than 45 minutes.

After opening the door, Peter, who was sweating profusely, said hello to Aunt May and Uncle Ben, who had just gotten up, and went into the bathroom.

After washing, Peter deliberately stood in front of the mirror for a moment to make sure that his clothes were neat and that there were no stains left on his face. After soaking in front of the mirror for more than ten minutes, he walked down the stairs and joined Uncle Ben and Aunt May for breakfast.

Removing the toasted bread from the toaster, Peter added some fried bacon and mushrooms to his plate with a poached egg. After adding a spoonful of baked beans dipped in tomato sauce to his toast, Peter set his plate on the table and sat down to feast.

"Do you want milk?" Aunt May, who was next to the refrigerator, asked, and Peter, whose mouth was already stuffed with food, nodded. Uncle Ben, who was reading the newspaper, put it down and began to eat his breakfast. Seeing a hill of food piled up on Peter's plate, Uncle Ben looked at Peter suspiciously.

"Is it really okay to eat so much in the morning?" Uncle Ben slice his poached egg on the bread, spread the yolk on the bread slice and took a big bite, swallowing the food in his mouth before he spoke. "Anyway, you've been eating more and more lately, so be careful of indigestion if you eat so much at once."

"It's okay. I've been growing up lately. Peter flexed off the extra muscles in his arm. His table manners are much worse, his mouth is still full of food when he speaks, and his words are slurred. At this moment, Aunt Mei sat down at the dining table. She placed a glass of milk in front of Peter, and a cup of coffee in front of herself and Uncle Ben. Seeing Peter's ugly appearance, she slapped Peter's hand in dissatisfaction.

"Don't talk while you're eating, it's all over the place."

Peter swallowed the food in his mouth and quickly apologized, but Uncle Ben looked at Peter with a rather amused look.

"Say, which girl do you like?"

Peter, who had just taken a sip of milk, almost squirted. He was choked and coughed three times in a row before he could barely speak.

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, you kid can't fool me." A gleam appeared in Uncle Ben's eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You've been paying a lot of attention lately to getting dressed up and putting so much effort into building muscles. Recruit it, whose little girl did you fall in love with? ”

"Huh?" Aunt Mei, who was aroused by this topic, also came over. "Which little girl did Peter have a crush on? Mary? But didn't she move? ”

"Don't make a fuss." Peter blushed slightly, but Aunt May continued to ask. Uncle Ben shook his hand, as if he had lost interest in the matter.

"Forget Mei, if this kid makes up his mind, you won't be able to ask anything." He continued to eat his breakfast, teasing Peter in a passer-by-past tone. "Of course, Peter, you still have to bring your girlfriend to the door in the end, at least let the two of us check it."

Peter continued to fix his food with his head down, without giving any answer.

Although Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei's reasoning process was wrong, the conclusions they came out were crooked. In recent weeks, there has indeed been a girl in his mind. And today he mustered up the courage to sit down and make a decision.

Today, Peter. Parker wants to ask Gwen. Stacy confesses.