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"Bah!"

With a sound of cutting, a drop of blood flew out with the whirling wind, and a small scar flashed across Mark's finger.

Mark's eyes flashed, the wind surrounding his fingers dissipated, and he sighed softly.

Fortunately, his self-healing ability is abnormal, otherwise his fingers would not be able to withstand such torture.

Thinking of a previous experiment that almost destroyed his hand, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

His idea is correct, but he still needs continuous practice to enhance his control... what the hell!

He has been practicing for almost a day, but he has only verified his idea, but has not made any progress. How can he continue to develop it now?

Scratching his hair in distress, Mark suddenly stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Since I can't figure it out now, I'll let it go for now and change my mind by making dinner before continuing.

When he came to the kitchen and took out the ingredients, the moment he picked up the knife, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Fuck, I'm really stupid. Why did I practice with my own hands from the beginning?"

Unable to hold back his laughter, Mark continued to make dinner, and then after finishing it quickly, he continued to practice. He was even too immersed in it and forgot to catch a few criminals at night.

However, he also gained something new.

Looking at the wind condensed on the blade of the kitchen knife, Mark slowly breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the kitchen knife against the table beside him.

The next second, even before the blade touched the table, a scar appeared on the table under the blade.

Mark's eyes lit up, he dispersed the wind from the blade, and said happily: "The first step is done!"

The wind condensed on the blade but still flowing, compressed by Mark's control, can cause damage to the enemy like an invisible blade.

Of course, due to the degree of compression, the power of the wind blade, which Mark named it, still needs to be improved, but he has finally taken the difficult first step.

The next thing he has to do is condense the wind blade into his hand.

Different from the blade, if you want to condense it in your hand, you need more precise control, otherwise your hand will be bloody before you hurt the enemy.

However, he had not rested for a whole day, so he planned to take a good rest, recharge his batteries, and practice while clocking in at night.

If he doesn't show up to work, he won't be the best employee.

For the next half month, Mark found trouble with criminals at night while developing and practicing his abilities.

Finally, as the wind blade he developed became more and more mature, he finally appeared on the Spider-Man website.

The sixth Spider-Man, Dark Spider-Man.

'According to reports, this new Spider-Man wears a black spider suit, like a hunter in the dark, always fighting criminals from the darkness. According to some people who were rescued, this dark spider Spider-Man is ruthless and charming, but for some reason, this Spider-Man has never used Spider-Man's iconic webbing, but his new supporters believe it is because of disdain...'

Disdainful, disdainful!

Mark turned off the news with a speechless expression and opened the Spider-Man website.

After this period of operation, the Spider-Man website has become a gathering place for Spider-Man fans.

Not only can you vote here, but it is also a place where fans can exchange information about Spider-Man, launch fan activities, and even engage in mutual fan hostility.

Mark saw that Spider-Man, who was ranked sixth on the home page, looked handsome, just...

"This vote is too few..."

Mark murmured and shook his head.

His popularity cannot be compared with that of the other party.

Of course, fighting crime is one way to become the last Spider-Man, but there is another, simpler, yet dark way...

Mark is not considering this method at the moment.

"We still have to find a way to get spider silk."

With a murmur, Mark put on his mask and climbed out of the window. He jumped a few times and landed on the roof of the building. He sat on the edge of the building and took out his cell phone to take a look. After locking the yellow dot closest to him, he jumped forward and headed far away. Gliding away everywhere.

……

"Hey! Little beauty, do you want to go play together?"

A man stood on the side of the road, smiled obscenely at a passing girl, and looked at the girl with unscrupulous eyes.

The girl with blond hair frowned, ignored the other party, and continued walking forward.

The man was stunned for a moment, looked around, and when he saw the girl was alone, he rubbed his hands and followed her.

Noticing the movement behind her, the girl blew her hair hanging down her face with a look of helplessness on her face.

how?

Do you think she's easy to bully?

The girl paused, stood in front of the passing window, and looked at herself.

Her delicate face with light make-up, although still a little childish, is still stunningly beautiful. Her slender legs stand straight on the ground, adding a bit of temptation to the already delicate figure, and matching her slightly decadent temperament. …

"It's a beauty!"

The girl nodded and whispered, but couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, the wretched man following the girl looked straight at her.

Feeling the disgusting gaze behind her, the girl blew her hair and walked towards an alley with her hands in her pockets.

She was going to get rid of him there and give this disgusting bastard a good lesson.

Speeding up her pace, the girl quickly rushed into the alley, jumped up, and lay on the wall. After climbing twice quickly, she jumped up with all her strength.

But just when she was in mid-air and about to land on the top of the building, she saw a black figure descending.

"what!"

With a scream, the girl clasped her middle and ring fingers together, shot a line of spider silk towards the ground, pulled hard, let herself fall to the ground quickly, and then put the hat on the back of her head.

"Ok?"

She heard an unexpected question.

"Gwen Stacy."

A voice of affirmation.

Gwen took a deep breath, looked at the tall figure wearing a black suit that fell in front of her, her eyes flashed slightly, and she murmured: "Dark Spider-Man?"

She recognized Mark's identity at a glance, after all, the outfit was really eye-catching.

Wait, this is not the point. The point is, how does he know my identity?

Gwen felt a little panicked.

Her identity as Spider-Man cannot be known, otherwise it will bring trouble, or even devastating disaster, to her, her family, her friends, and her life.

So, she hurriedly asked: "Who is that?"

"Ha ha!"

There was a deep laugh, and Gwen's heart sank when she heard it.

Mark's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Don't go, wait for me here, I will deal with that person first."

Mark pointed at the man who was following the alley, looking for Gwen.

Why do I have to wait for you, uncle?

"If I didn't see you when I came up, I would tell you your identity."

As soon as the words fell, Mark jumped down before Gwen could speak.

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