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"Thank you, Aunt May. I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now," Peter said gratefully as he sat down to eat.

While eating, Ben Parker casually turned on the TV, which was broadcasting the morning news.

On the New York City morning news, a reporter stands in front of the bank robbed yesterday, giving a formal explanation: "As you can see, yesterday morning's robbery has officially ended with one security guard injured, six robbers dead, and one robber incapacitated."

"Was there another robbery in New York City yesterday?" Peter asked, his eyes glued to the television as he ate.

“Of course, it caused quite a stir; even I heard about it,” Uncle Ben said.

"This didn't happen because of the New York Police Department, but because one of the hostages subdued the suspect," the reporter said on television. A moment later, a photo of White Night was inserted and placed next to the reporter.

The moment Peter saw that handsome face in the photo, he froze, staring blankly at the TV, and couldn't help but exclaim from his stuffed mouth: "Wang Defa!"

"Isn't this young man handsome? Yesterday, many young women at my workplace secretly printed out his photos using a color printer," Aunt Mei said mischievously.

“No, he… this…” Peter was completely at a loss for words, feeling as if the whole world had changed after he had just woken up.

I woke up to find my strength suddenly increased, and my classmate suddenly appeared on TV and killed six armed robbers. What's wrong with this world?

After stammering for a while, seeing that Aunt May and Uncle Ben knew nothing about it, Peter chose not to explain anymore. He quickly wolfed down the food on the table and then got up and boarded the school bus.

He tried dialing Bai Ye's phone number halfway there, but was told it was switched off.

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

Looking at his goddess's beautiful face, Peter's heart inevitably began to race, and he began to feel that today was his lucky day.

But then he heard Mary Jane look at him with concern and say, "Peter, do you know where Bai Ye went? We tried calling him yesterday but couldn't get through. Can you contact him?"

Peter's expectant expression vanished, and under Mary Jane's disappointed gaze, he shook his head dejectedly, indicating that he didn't know.

……

At noon, in the gym, Bai Ye, having once again pushed her body to its limits due to the arrival of new training equipment, sat cross-legged on the floor.

As he formed hand seals, a continuous stream of purple energy surged from his face, swirling around Bai Ye's head like rosy clouds.

During cultivation, one can condense purple energy into clouds that swirl above one's head. This kind of aura during cultivation is something that no previous practitioner of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill has ever possessed.

Behind him, Smith, sweating profusely, kept swinging his steel rod at Bai Ye's back, but he couldn't even budge Bai Ye's body.

Half an hour later, Bai Ye raised his hands to form a five-pointed-to-the-sky posture, then slowly finished his practice, feeling the extra wisp of internal energy within his body, feeling completely satisfied.

The Purple Cloud Divine Skill requires mediocre people to meditate for half a day to generate even a trace of Purple Cloud True Qi, while even a peerless genius needs fifteen minutes to generate even a trace.

According to the description given by Junzijian in the group, the standard for judging internal strength in the martial arts world is based on how much true qi a mediocre person has cultivated.

A single strand of true qi is equivalent to a day's worth of cultivation for an ordinary person. Ten strands make up one thread. Thirty-six threads in the body represent a year's worth of internal energy, three hundred and sixty threads represent ten years' worth of internal energy, and three thousand six hundred threads represent a hundred years' worth of true qi.

With a physical attribute of 1.8, Bai Ye can generate a wisp of Purple Cloud True Qi every three minutes, which is more than ten times faster than his original self. He only needs to cultivate for sixteen hours to have the internal strength of an ordinary person for a year.

A genius's one day of practice is equivalent to an ordinary person's one year of practice; this is perhaps the origin of the idiom "a day feels like a year."

After finishing his training, Bai Ye turned around and looked at Smith, who was already exhausted and sitting to the side panting, and said, "Your stamina is seriously affecting my training progress."

“Hey, Bai, that’s a bit much. For an ordinary person like me, being able to hit at full power for two or three minutes is already considered having plenty of stamina. Not everyone is like you,” Smith complained.

“I know, I’m not criticizing you, I’m just thinking of ways to improve your physical condition,” Bai Ye pondered.

“You can hire a few more people to beat you up,” Smith said, but Bai Ye immediately rejected the idea: “At my current rate of progress, I don’t trust anyone else. They might report me at any time. Only you can help me with my cultivation.”

Bai Ye thought to himself, 'I have too many secrets, so it's not suitable for me to have too much contact with others while training. Besides, Smith's personality is easy to manipulate, and I know where he lives. Even if he were to reveal it, he would have to consider my retaliation. Others are not so safe.'

Hearing that Bai Ye trusted him so much, Smith, who was unaware of his inner thoughts, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Ye said, "I will teach you how to cultivate the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, which is the martial art that made purple clouds appear on my face when I was meditating just now."

"Chinese Kung Fu?" Smith's eyes widened. "Bai, you're going to teach me?"

"More or less," Bai Ye said. He planned to write down the Purple Cloud Divine Skill from memory when he got back tonight and then give it to Smith to practice.

The reason they were so kind to him wasn't really to get Smith to help him improve his physique.

After all, given this guy's aptitude, it would be quite an achievement if he could master the Zixia Divine Skill within ten years. This is mainly an advertisement for the deal with the club owner a month later.

Yes, the so-called billion-dollar deal that Bai Ye mentioned yesterday is the Purple Cloud Divine Skill.

The reason the training period was set for a month later is because Bai Ye currently lacks confidence in his own strength, so he plans to train for a month first to see the results.

If his strength is still weak after a month, he can simply cancel the meeting and wait until he is strong enough before making the deal. In any case, he has the initiative.

"By the way, it's almost noon now, you should go back first." Bai Ye checked the time and said, "You look quite tired this morning, rest a bit more, and come back after three o'clock."

"Thank you, boss." Smith said gratefully. 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 immediately become Bai Ye's apprentice.

As Smith walked out of the club, Bai Ye took out a glass jar from the shadows. The jar contained sulfuric acid with a purity of 98.3%.

Chapter 31 Cleaning Up the Filth

Looking at the sulfuric acid in front of him, Bai Ye took a deep breath and pressed his palms down hard.

Immediately after immersing her hands in the water, she could clearly feel the dehydration and carbonization of her skin due to the corrosive effects of sulfuric acid. However, given the current strength of Bai Ye's skin, it might take several tens of minutes for noticeable wounds to appear.

In order to end this process as quickly as possible, some physical means must be used.

Feeling his hands gradually warming up, Bai Ye began rubbing the skin on his hands to ensure that the sulfuric acid could penetrate the skin more quickly.

Bai Ye discovered that as his mental attributes increased, his tolerance for pain also increased day by day. Pain that used to make him faint could now be endured without changing his expression.

Two minutes later, Bai Ye slowly raised his hands from the sulfuric acid. The fingerprints and cuticles on his palms had been completely corroded, and blood was flowing down them continuously.

A dozen seconds after his palm was removed from the sulfuric acid, the bleeding in his hand, which he had just taken out of the sulfuric acid, began to stop thanks to the powerful healing ability. The charred palm, which had been bleeding profusely, quickly stopped hurting, and instead felt a strong tingling sensation as the flesh grew back.

Next was the head. Bai Ye closed his eyes tightly and, without hesitation, buried his entire face in the somewhat murky sulfuric acid below.

Half an hour later, on the White Night's description:

You used sulfuric acid to damage the skin on your head and hands; the complete recovery took 156 minutes...

Repeat 132 times, physical fitness improves by 0.1.

Repeat 65 times, and your mental state will improve by 0.1.

……

Looking at the information on the label, Bai Ye's terrifying face couldn't help but furrow its brow.

Yesterday, the time to completely cure the disease was three hours, but this morning it was reduced by 30 minutes. Moreover, the damage to the skin from sulfuric acid takes longer as the body's condition improves, making his actions more urgent.

He had actually considered dislocating an arm or tearing off his face to better conceal his identity, but considering that the excess body tissue would be difficult to handle and that these limbs would have to be dealt with after each operation, he had to give up on that idea.

After simply putting away the sulfuric acid, Bai Ye changed his clothes, put on a black cloak, and walked out the back door. He then ran towards Manhattan in New York City along a deserted path without surveillance cameras.

At this moment, in Chinatown at the southern end of Manhattan, New York, a Chinese man in his forties with a small mustache is leaning back in a recliner.

The man was dressed in a simple, old-fashioned long gown, constantly fiddling with walnuts in his hands. Beside him stood a servile young man.

"Hey Xiao Wang, I heard that two gangs in that slum area got taken down?" the man said, looking at the young man beside him.

“Yes, Uncle Li, according to the cops, it was done by a disfigured man, and they suspect it’s revenge by a mutant,” Xiao Wang said respectfully.

"New York has been anything but peaceful lately," Uncle Li said, shaking his head. "No wonder that kid Ah Bai always committed his crimes in smaller cities. New York is a den of thieves; who knows which big fish he might provoke?"

"Uncle Li, do you think Bai Ye will agree to give us 30 million?" Xiao Wang asked from the side.

“He’s a smart man. With his current fame, he can earn back 30 million in no time. He won’t fight us to the death for that little bit of money.”

Uncle Li said with certainty, then smiled sinisterly, "I'll live off this secret for the rest of my life!"

As he spoke, Chinatown outside the mansion was already bustling with activity.

In broad daylight, a bald man with burn scars all over his head walked steadily toward the center of the street right under the noses of the entire street.

"What are you doing?" Bai Ye's appearance, which was currently affecting the city's appearance, caused a New York police officer to block his way and prepare to question him.

But Bai Ye was too lazy to waste words and slapped him, knocking him unconscious to the ground. Under the fearful and apprehensive gazes of those around him, he stepped over the New York policeman and continued forward.

Before everyone's eyes, Bai Ye paused, stopping in front of a large mahogany door.

Looking at the house he used to frequent a year ago, Bai Ye lifted his foot and stomped out.

"boom!"

With a burst of terrifying force, the thick bolt snapped instantly, and the entire heavy mahogany door was kicked away by Bai Ye, breaking in half in mid-air before crashing down with a thud.

If knocking out the police officer earlier could be considered superhuman strength, then this was definitely beyond the realm of ordinary people. The crowd watching the commotion from afar took a few steps back again.

The two gangsters who were originally guarding the mansion, staring in fear at the suddenly blown-away gate and the terrifying man standing before it, instinctively asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Without delay, Bai Ye was already standing in front of the two of them, his hands like a pair of pliers, grabbing their necks and twisting them forcefully.

"Crack! Click!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the two gang members could only clutch their severely twisted and deformed necks as they collapsed in agony.

Before losing consciousness, they heard a hoarse voice coming from the man's mouth, which was the answer to their question:

"Come and cleanse the filth of the world!"

At this moment, the other gang guards in the mansion also reacted, but before they could draw their guns, Bai Ye's fierce gaze, overflowing with murderous intent, had already locked onto them.

For Bai Ye, a distance of only six or seven meters was less than a second.

With a powerful stomp, the force of the impact propelled it into their side.

In their eyes, Bai Ye's scarred hand suddenly magnified, finally pressing firmly against their skulls.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Although the contact was only for a moment, when Bai Ye released his hand again, a clear handprint appeared on the foreheads of these people.

Under the immense impact from above, Bai Ye forcefully pressed the necks of several people into their chests, breaking their cervical vertebrae into several pieces, leaving them kneeling helplessly on the ground, lifeless.

Just then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Xiao Wang, the young man who had been fawning over Uncle Li, came out and shouted, "Don't you know any manners? Uncle Li is resting inside, why are you making such a racket..."

But before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, Bai Ye's fist rapidly enlarged in front of him, filling his entire field of vision.

The scene, resembling a watermelon exploding, was replicated on Xiao Wang's shoulder, with bright red liquid and pinkish-white jelly splashing out instantly, covering half the room behind him.

Uncle Li lay on the chair, staring blankly at the pile of minced meat on his body. A metallic, fishy smell hit his nose, making him almost vomit!

Seeing Uncle Li's bewildered expression, Bai Ye grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

If it weren't for this old wall lamp calling him every now and then, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

Under Uncle Li's bewildered gaze, Bai Ye turned around and slowly closed the door.