Kingpin, a Marvel supervillain, Daredevil's number one enemy, and the biggest gang leader in New York and even the entire United States.
He has a meticulous mind and extraordinary wisdom, and although he has no superpowers, he possesses a strong physique and immense strength, capable of killing an adult with his bare hands.
Luke remembered seeing that scene and was immediately reminded of Gu Erdan.
He had considered bringing Spider along to farm gold multiple times. The Hydra level was a bit too high, and the upcoming New York dungeon was even more difficult, making it unsuitable for a rookie like Spider.
After much deliberation, Luke concluded that Kingpin, the infamous boss of the novice village, was the most suitable opponent for Spider's training.
His goal was to have Spider-Man participate in the Battle of New York. Even if he couldn't contribute much, at the very least, he should be able to survive. Fighting against the Chitauri would be an invaluable growth experience for him.
As for whether training a seven-year-old Spider-Man in such a cruel manner constituted child abuse, Luke had no such concerns. After all, he himself was still only seven years old—technically.
Night fell.
In the streets of Hell's Kitchen, all manner of criminals emerged from their hideouts, conducting illicit dealings under the cover of darkness. Ordinary citizens braced themselves for another night of fear and uncertainty.
Luke didn't drive his mech tonight. Instead, he donned his rookie gear—a voice changer and a mask. Last time, he wore an Iron Man mask; this time, he opted for a Hulk mask.
He had already surpassed the novice village stage, and tonight, he was here purely to support Parker.
The two crouched atop a five-story residential building. Not far below was a gang hideout that Ross had located, belonging to Kingpin.
Parker, clad in his red-and-blue Spider-Verse suit, squatted beside Luke. His short limbs made him appear more adorable than intimidating, even in the suit.
"Alright, now you can stick to surfaces and climb walls with ease. How does it feel?" Luke asked with a chuckle. Just moments ago, Parker had effortlessly carried him up the building.
"Feels kinda weird, man. But overall, it's awesome!" Parker's mask eyes contracted and expanded, and his voice sounded incredibly youthful.
Luke considered adjusting his voice but ultimately decided against it. Holland's voice had been soft in the movies, and Parker's was no different. Even the villains often mistook his voice for a girl's.
"There are some issues with the interface between the suit and your body. I'll have Ross refine it later. Have you mastered the web-shooting function?"
"Like this?" Parker snapped his fingers, and a thin, silky strand shot from his wrist into the night sky.
"Yep. It allows you to scale walls and swing through the city. We'll practice that tonight."
"I can finally fly, man! This is so cool!" Parker's mask eyes widened and contracted in excitement.
"First, you need to master your strength. Right now, your control is terrible."
"But I can't control it..."
"That's fine. You'll get used to it. Your power comes from the spider—it's the spider's strength, amplified in proportion to you. You can lift things far heavier than your weight, but if you can't control it, you'll end up breaking things by accident. You need to understand the difference between controlled strength and raw destruction."
Luke explained patiently.
Even though Parker was still young, he already possessed a strength of approximately eight tons. As he matured, his strength would grow to around twenty tons.
That was terrifying. A normal adult could only lift between 0.1 to 0.2 tons.
This, of course, referred to raw physical strength, without factoring in the enhancements of power armor.
Parker was a quick learner. He had received the first-generation Spider-Man suit that morning, and by the afternoon, he had already grasped most of its basic functions.
With Ross's AI assistance, the suit's operations were nearly foolproof—so simple that even a child could master them quickly.
After numerous rigorous training sessions, Parker had achieved about 80-90% proficiency in his super endurance, reaction speed, agility, movement speed, and healing factor.
Sometimes, Luke couldn't help but marvel at how adaptable kids were. As long as they were willing to learn, there was almost nothing they couldn't grasp. And for Parker, these abilities were now part of his natural instincts.
Oh, and there was one instinct that required no practice at all.
"Remember those lines I taught you?" Luke asked with a smirk.
"Of course, buddy!" Parker nodded, mumbling to himself—repeating the phrases Luke had drilled into him on the way here.
"Alright, see those three guys down there?" Luke raised his binoculars and pointed at the gang hideout below.
Three men were patrolling the entrance. All of them were well-built, their bulging pockets revealing concealed firearms.
Hearing Parker's affirmative response, Luke said, "Take down those three, and then we head inside."
"No problem, man! Watch me!"
Parker was buzzing with excitement. He rubbed his hands together before realizing he was wearing gloves. He chuckled, then stepped to the edge of the rooftop.
Without hesitation, he extended his left hand. A thick, long strand of web shot out, latching onto a building across the street. With a swift motion, Parker leaped off the edge, his body tracing an inverted arc through the night sky—soaring gracefully.
Luke watched through the binoculars as Parker swung between buildings before landing silently on the eaves above the gangsters. He squatted there, completely unnoticed.
"Nice work," Luke praised through the headset.
Through the binoculars, Parker flashed him a V-sign from a distance.
Then, breaking the silence of the night, Parker cleared his throat and announced, "Gentlemen, good evening. Spider-Man is here for a visit!"
The three gangsters jumped, their heads snapping upward. They spotted a slim figure crouched above them, watching in the shadows. They had no idea how long he had been there.
Luke chuckled.
He had drilled Parker on several dramatic opening lines, instructing him to say one before every fight. Luke thought it was a bit ridiculous, but Parker had embraced it wholeheartedly—he actually thought it was cool!
After all, Parker did everything Luke told him to. That high favorability rating wasn't just for show.
The gangsters instinctively reached for their guns, but upon seeing Parker's short limbs, they hesitated.
"What am I looking at? Halloween come early?" one sneered.
"Spider-Boy?" another laughed.
"Hey kid, if you're trying to be the devil from Hell's Kitchen, you might wanna grow some horns first!"
The three thugs burst into laughter simultaneously.
A moment ago, they had been startled, fearing it was Daredevil himself.
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