Karl was quickly promoted, but not to replace the dead clerk brother.

The homeless shelter seems to be equivalent to Martin's talent pool, and he has other cronies to choose from for that position.

So Carl was sent to the edge of one of Chinatowns to run an... underground boxing ring.

This is a rather gray, or actually illegal, industry, but Martin's connections and wealth are enough to support him in doing these things.

So this thing is no longer an underground boxing ring, but is called the "New York City Wrestling Alliance."

It's said to be a business, but Carl is mainly responsible for the security department. This place is located on the edge of Queens and Chinatown. Anyone may come here. The business is pretty good, but the risk is not low.

After a few days of... paid rest, Karl is now in a much better condition. He has now rented a small apartment nearby at a relatively low price, which is Martin's asset.

It feels good to have a house to live in, but he is not just a homeless man, he can be satisfied with a house - liver failure is still affecting him. To be honest, it is a miracle that he can still run and jump now.

It's just obvious that once the disease strikes, there may be no buffer time.

Death followed him like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

"Where should I go to get more Hex points..." Karl sat in his seat, thinking about where else he could start after solving the problem of food and clothing.

In the underground boxing ring, everyone was shouting wildly, shouting for the people in the cage to beat their opponents to death, like a group of wild beasts.

Such a noisy atmosphere made Karl become irritable. He thought for a while, took out his glr-100 freezing gun, and dismantled it casually to exercise his hands-on ability.

But just as he started practicing, a... freak came into the field.

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"Roar!"

The man on the stage let out a loud roar, suddenly lifted his opponent up, and then smashed it towards the audience!

Kara!

The unlucky man who was thrown broke the table in half and fell to the ground groaning.

The audience roared with excitement, and the host came up at the right time, pointed at the audience, and shouted in a high voice: "Are you ready for more!"

The winner walked towards the host. He was a bearded guy with muscles in his arms thicker than his head and chest muscles as strong as iron.

He took the host's microphone and shouted to his fans: "The bone saw is ready!"

True to his name, he defeats his opponents in a way that absolutely shatters their bones!

"Bone saw! Bone saw! Bone saw!"

"Bone Saw has the final say!"

"Now, can you invite the next victim to come in?!" The host took back the microphone and said while retreating towards the contestant tunnel, "If he can last three minutes in the cage with Bonesaw McGraw, The total prize money of US$3 will belong to..."

He paused and whispered to the player behind the curtain: "What's your name, kid?"

"Humanoid spider."

A somewhat green voice came from behind the curtain, and the host was shocked--

"Humanoid spider? You can think of this thing? Is this it?"

"Yup!"

"That's too much." The host adjusted his glasses, decided to give the contestant a better name, and strode back to the stage.

"The total prize money of 3000 US dollars will belong to the terrifying and deadly - extraordinary, Spider-Man!"

The curtain opened, the lights flickered, and a guy in a red sweatshirt stood stiffly at the entrance of the passage.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned back to the background and said: "My name is Humanoid Spider..."

"I don't care, get out of here, silly!"

Peter was pushed backstage, and he could only half-push him onto the stage.

Yes, this ghost is Peter Parker who is trying to make money with his new abilities.

All the way to the stage, facing the curses and boos from others, all he could think about was why didn't he call himself a humanoid spider?

"Iron cage! Iron cage! Iron cage!"

It wasn't until he walked onto the stage and looked at the iron cage that was gradually lowered that he realized - he was already in the ring!

But he didn’t sign up for the cage match! !

Bang!

Peter hurried to the cage and shouted to the locked staff: "Wait a minute! Did you make a mistake? I didn't sign up for the cage match! Hey!"

"Hey! Freak!"

The sound of the strong man's bone saw called Peter's attention.

I saw this man looking at the iron cages around him evilly, and raised his three fingers: "I can play with you for 3 minutes! 3 minutes of game time!"

Ding!

Bonesaw rushed towards Peter like a wild bull. Peter was shocked, his feet suddenly jumped, and his whole body was stuck to the wall of the iron cage more than two meters high!

"Why are you up there! Come down!"

"Stay away from you!" Peter took a deep breath, feeling quite good after realizing that he couldn't do anything to his opponent. "That jacket is nice. Was it your husband gave it to you?"

Bonesaw blushed and immediately jumped towards the iron cage!

Peter jumped lightly and did a backflip to get behind the bone saw. His moves, which were more mysterious than those of a gymnast, won waves of exclamations from the audience!

But Bonesaw rushed forward again, and Peter immediately jumped again to avoid Bonesaw!

Landing safely, Peter looked at his hands excitedly - it was all real!I have really become quite powerful!

The movement of the bone saw seemed to him to be in slow motion, but with just a slight jump, he could touch the top of the iron cage and stick to it!

Peter, who couldn't feel the pressure, suddenly forgot that he was still in the ring, and did not notice that Bonesaw had obtained his new weapon from the assistant in the audience -

"Bring me the folding stool!" Bonesaw grabbed the folding stool and slapped Peter hard on the head!

boom!

The huge force made Peter stunned, and he was beaten to the ground, and then several stools were hit on his back!

It's strange to say that if he had been hit a few times like this before, he would have died, but today, he seemed to only feel pain - his back was not broken!

At this moment, his keen sense became an obstacle that interfered with his ability to regain the initiative. After the bone saw shot Peter, he threw away the folding stool, picked him up like a little chicken, and smashed him towards the wall!

After several impacts, Peter still didn't feel there was much of a problem, but soon he had to concentrate -

That stupid guy got a crowbar!

People will die!

In desperation, Peter kicked out his right foot fiercely. The extremely strong-looking bone saw realized something was wrong with just the first kick, flew out directly, and hit the iron cage hard!

Bang!

The railings of the iron cage were bent a lot, and the bone saw was hit so hard that it fell to the ground motionless!

As the referee's countdown ended, Bonesaw still did not move - people knew that a new winner was born!

"Winner--Spider-Man!"

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