Beep, scanning system initiated. Scan successful, data issued."
Name: Peter Parker / Spider-Man
Skills: Danger Sense, C-rank Strength Enhancement, Agility Enhancement, Reflex Enhancement, Constitution Enhancement
Status: Sad
Overall Ability: C-rank (Combat Value: 176)
Overall Assessment: Agile and quick-witted, but slightly lacking in strength. Having just awakened his powers, he is still growing stronger. Combat experience is his weakness.
"It seems this system has many functions I haven't discovered yet," Zhang Lan thought. "But even Peter's slightly weaker strength is much greater than mine, and my combat experience is also lacking."
He scanned Peter's data, then looked at his own skill panel, pondering tactics.
"Buddy? Did you hear me?" Peter hung upside down from the iron cable, a posture he preferred. "I really don't feel like fighting today. How about another time?"
"Win against me, and I'll tell you what you want to know."
"Do we really have to fight? I'm really not in the mood today—"
[Body Technique: One Thousand Years of Death]
Zhang Lan directly used his only displacement skill. Currently, he had no long-range attack skills, so he had to get close.
He instantly vanished from Peter's sight. Peter's newly acquired danger sense felt a tightening in his backside. This signal made Peter's expression change dramatically, and he used his hands and feet to push himself towards the ground.
He looked back and saw Zhang Lan with his hands in a tiger seal, arms outstretched, thrusting straight forward. There was a hint of surprise on his face, evidently not expecting Peter to be able to dodge his instant One Thousand Years of Death.
This was a bit tricky!
In the nick of time, Zhang Lan's fingertips brushed the edge of Peter's crotch, but unfortunately, he still missed the target.
Peter used both hands and feet, running along the iron cable. Even now, he still felt a faint chill in his backside.
"What kind of move is that? It's so vulgar, so despicable. Don't push me, or I'll… FUCK!"
Peter warned again. Zhang Lan suddenly disappeared from his sight once more, and at the same time, the feeling of his backside tightening returned. He couldn't bother with warnings anymore. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his entire abdomen against the iron cable, and kicked off with all his might, shooting towards the ground like an arrow from a bow. His hands landed, narrowly avoiding the danger of being "cleansed."
Peter shook his arms, which were somewhat numb from the shock. The impact of his full-force kick towards the ground was considerable. He eyed Zhang Lan, who was charging at him without a word, with an odd expression. He was starting to get annoyed.
Peter didn't dodge this time. Since this person wouldn't listen to warnings, he would teach him a harsh lesson. Besides, he needed to vent!
The two fought. The furious Peter's punches were not light. He had no specific moves, just threw punches at Zhang Lan.
He couldn't help it; he didn't dare to use his agile movements to dodge. Peter noticed that every time the opponent used that strange move, he would first form a tiger seal with his hands before disappearing.
Therefore, Peter's attacks came in a continuous barrage. He couldn't let Zhang Lan's hands be free.
Initially, Peter thought that since his strength was greater than Zhang Lan's, he could beat Zhang Lan even if he sacrificed his agility. However, the more they fought, the more Peter felt something was wrong.
The two had been exchanging punches face to face for nearly a minute, blocking each other's punches no less than 50 times. Peter's two hands were showing some abnormal reddish-purple discoloration.
However, Zhang Lan's arms remained pristine, without any discoloration.
The reason was that Peter's attacks always landed on a moving mass of sand, which absorbed most of the force. Furthermore, Zhang Lan also concentrated chakra on the impacted areas, allowing him to effectively defend against attacks.
"No, this guy is strange. His resistance to blows is stronger than mine."
Peter's mind was clear.
After blocking Zhang Lan's attack again, he immediately jumped back, creating distance. His entire back pressed against the wall, to prevent Zhang Lan's One Thousand Years of Death.
Zhang Lan didn't pursue. The unskillful fight just now had effectively vented his emotions. Next, he had to consider how to defeat Peter. This was a requirement of the main quest.
"It seems I can only use this," Zhang Lan said with a helpless frown. His attack skills were still too few.
[Eight Gates Formation: Gate of Healing: Open!]
Veins bulged on his face, and the blue chakra on his arms became even more concentrated. At the same time, a faint blue chakra slowly emerged on his legs.
His body was filled with power!
Feeling the changes in his body, this time his body was in a normal state. He felt that he could maintain this state for a maximum of three minutes before his body would be unable to withstand the blood burst.
His body was still too weak.
"No time to delay. Quick battle, quick victory. Use Front Lotus."
Front Lotus could only be used when the Eight Gates Formation: Gate of Healing was open, and it was a C-rank body technique.
Having formulated his tactics, Zhang Lan pushed off with his feet, rushing towards Peter like lightning. Peter, who had somehow acquired a finger-thick iron chain, watched Zhang Lan approach with a solemn expression, not intending to make a move, because—
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Zhang Lan clutched his head and squatted against the wall not far from Peter. He was too fast, and his reflexes couldn't keep up, so he had run into the wall.
Peter had evidently calculated this outcome. He swung the iron chain in his hand, wrapping it around Zhang Lan, attempting to bind this lost lamb.
Waking from his daze, Zhang Lan was already wrapped several times by Peter's iron chain. His hands and feet were bound. He tried to stand up, but Peter, holding the other end of the chain, gave a strong tug, pulling Zhang Lan, who was off balance, to the ground.
"Hey, what now?" Peter didn't press his advantage, believing he had already won.
Zhang Lan, lying on the ground, bared his teeth and looked up. Hitting his face on the ground hurt more than hitting the wall; his handsome face!
He gave Peter a cold smile, then raised his hands. His hands were already clasped together, forming a tiger seal that made Peter's expression change abruptly.
Without thinking, even before Zhang Lan disappeared, Peter leaped up, twisting his body in mid-air to kick behind him. He had to teach this shameless guy a lesson.
There was no expected impact!
It turned out Zhang Lan had indeed used a skill, but it was the Substitution Jutsu, targeting a small pile of sand that had secretly moved beneath Peter.
Only an object of equal mass containing one's own chakra could be used for Substitution Jutsu.
So, as Peter executed a beautiful spinning kick, Zhang Lan appeared beneath him.
He was inverted in mid-air, with slightly bent hands pressed against the ground. Using his waist, he delivered a rabbit-kicks-eagle kick to Peter's stomach, sending Peter's falling body even higher. Zhang Lan, receiving Peter's relative impact, pressed his arms down to their limit.
Dense chakra filled his arms. As a large amount of blood spattered from his arms, Zhang Lan, like a slingshot, powerfully propelled himself towards Peter. His strong legs were also filled with a large amount of chakra, and each time Peter was about to fall, he would be kicked back into the sky.
The speed of this instantaneous burst was so great that the sand currents that had previously gathered around Zhang Lan couldn't keep up and were left behind.
The iron chain that had been in Peter's hand was now in Zhang Lan's hand.
It sounds like a long sequence, but these actions happened in just one second. Peter, unable to brace himself in mid-air, was directly struck in the abdomen, scattering all his strength. Then, a series of continuous kicks prevented Peter from gathering any strength to counterattack.
When Peter was carried by Zhang Lan to about seven meters off the ground, Zhang Lan's arm burst of power finally gave out.
He swung the iron chain in his hand, intending to use it as a bandage to wrap Peter, and then perform the second half of the Front Lotus, which involved helping Peter spin and then land perfectly on his head.
However, the previous fierce burst of power that allowed Zhang Lan to leap so high came at a great cost. The spurting blood meant that the blood vessels in his entire arm were subjected to a large amount of chakra, and after extreme exertion, they burst.
This caused his swinging arm to be unable to perfectly control the direction of the iron chain, failing to bind Peter and giving him time to react. He managed to kick Zhang Lan away from him with a strained effort.
Without the cushioning of the sand flow, Peter's kick landed directly on Zhang Lan's stomach.
Peter's instincts told him that if he didn't kick Zhang Lan away, he might die, truly die.
Even the enhanced Peter wouldn't dare to spiral and land on his head from a height of seven meters, nearly two stories high.
After all, he had only awakened his abilities a few days ago and hadn't reached his peak yet!
"Bang! Bang!"
Two sounds of objects falling from a height rang out one after another. Peter clutched his stomach, lying weakly on the ground. Even though he avoided the main damage of the latter half, the preceding series of combos was not for nothing.
As for the attacker, Zhang Lan, he was even more miserable.
His hands and feet were already stained with blood. Even though he used chakra to protect vital areas and block Peter's kick.
However, his chakra was completely exhausted!
Without any cushioning action and without chakra protection, Zhang Lan crashed onto the floor.
The impact perfectly assaulted his body, then passed through his bones to his internal organs.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with some fragments of internal organs. The acceleration from Peter's kick was not weak either.
His Immortality (immortality) ability once again proved its miraculous effectiveness. Even though his body was already dead, he could still move.
Zhang Lan was glad that his arm was injured, and glad for Peter's kick. Otherwise, that smooth combo might have caused Zhang Lan to lose two loved ones in one day.
"I underestimated the effect of this move. It appeared several times in the manga without much effect, so I thought it was just a minor move. Damn it, even like this, I didn't defeat Peter. No wonder he has a C-rank evaluation with a combat value of 196."
The two lay silently on the ground, recovering their strength. Peter also became unusually quiet.
Between the two, Peter's injuries were not severe; he was just a bit winded.
Zhang Lan, on the other hand, had spat out internal organs, clearly more severely injured.
The first to get up was Peter, who had recovered. He clutched his stomach and stood up from the ground. He glanced at Zhang Lan's miserable state, frowning with a hint of conflict.
"Can you tell me who you are now? I'm really not in a good mood right now."
Peter, in the future, would still be a benevolent American-style superhero; casually killing people was not his style.
"Who do you think I am?" Zhang Lan countered Peter.
He needed to buy some time for his [Cell Riot] passive to take effect. Right now, every movement of his body brought a piercing, tearing pain, making it impossible to continue fighting.
Immortality didn't mean he didn't feel pain.
On the contrary, because he couldn't die and couldn't pass out, the pain was even more deeply etched in his memory.
"Definitely not my brother," Peter said, frowning, unaware of Zhang Lan's intention. "If you don't tell me, you're going to die, you're spitting 'bubbles'."
Hearing Peter speak, Zhang Lan couldn't help but twitch an eyebrow. What did he mean by spitting bubbles? Wasn't Spider-Man only a comedian after putting on his mask?
The "bubbles" here referred to his internal organ fragments.
"Hiss—yes, you see, do you want to help me call an ambulance? You can call the police too."
The movement of twitching his eyebrow seemed to pull at his wound, making Zhang Lan involuntarily draw a sharp breath.
Peter was clearly swayed by Zhang Lan's suggestion, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
"I think it's better to call the police, after all, you're a 'violent offender'."
Zhang Lan didn't stop him; Peter definitely wouldn't say his own name.
It was evident from how few people knew Spider-Man's identity that he didn't like being in the spotlight.
"Hey, police station? I found a violent offender here. Uh, in the abandoned steel mill in Queens. He's here… Who hit him? Ah, hurry up and come, I'm hanging up."
While Peter was distracted, Zhang Lan had secretly clasped his hands behind his back, silently waiting for the right moment.
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