Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 82: The Great Plan of Taking Advantage of the Market (5K First Order Request)
When Peter Parker returned home, he did as the man had said and removed a screw from the metal hinge of his bedroom door.

While this made the bedroom door creak more when it opened and closed, it did make getting in and out less of a problem.

After that, Peter's mind remained in confusion and shock. He helped Aunt May clean up the house, finished his homework, put on his homemade red and blue masked costume, and ran to the streets to look for the bastard with a five-pointed star tattoo on his hand.

Unfortunately, still nothing was gained.

In addition to saving two women with bags who were robbed, a kitten who was almost hit by a car, a construction worker who accidentally fell into the water, and two lovers who were trapped on the roof by a fire.

Are the frequency of fires in New York a little too high recently?
At night, when Peter sat on the wall of a residential building in the old city, half of his mask lifted, eating a hot dog that kept falling apart, he would occasionally stop suddenly.

Every time he stopped, it was because the emptiness and confusion spreading from the bottom of his heart tried to drown him.

That was his brain reminding Peter from time to time that he had just lost the most important person in his life not long ago.

No matter how optimistic and strong he appeared in front of Aunt May, how hard he patrolled the city, how he exhausted his physical strength to rescue everyone in need, how he used gossip to cover up his fear during battle, and how he checked whether all the criminals he knocked down had tattoos on their wrists.

It sounds like I was inspired by Uncle Ben and started trying to do good things and be a better person...

But Peter knew in his heart that he was just running away.

He is trying to avoid really calming down and experiencing what it feels like to lose the person who loves him the most.

Peter was a little tired, so he stuffed the rest of the hot dog into his mouth, put on his mask, and started swinging on the spider web towards home.

Peter was very glad that his neighbors didn't have the habit of running at night.

It took him at least seven or eight seconds to pry open the window, crawl in, and then close the window with his foot. He was lucky not to be discovered by such a giant spider.

Peter took off his mask and lay down on the bed tiredly.

As soon as I lay down, the complicated thoughts that had been suppressed suddenly came up again.

He even felt a little tinnitus.

Peter was upset and pressed his head with a pillow, but the ringing in his ears became louder and louder.

A strong urge to escape reality surged in his heart, but he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep.

Finally, Peter somersaulted out of bed, picked up the screws on the table, and screwed them back into the hinges of the bedroom door.

In less than ten seconds, the bedroom door was whole again.

Peter took a deep breath, put on his red mask again, opened the door and took a step out.

Then he went straight outside.

There is a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze on the ground.

Stepping on the gravel ground, Peter took a deep breath.

Well, it's all hot dog flavor on the mask.

Just then, Peter saw what seemed to be a figure in the moonlight, slowly making some fighting moves.

"You're here? I've found that people who travel to my place usually like to go back first before coming here."

Du Mu performed the Four Phases Fist calmly. His movements seemed slow but were actually fast. He trained both static and dynamic skills together. His fists seemed slow, but they were like heavy trucks. With a slight forward movement, they could create a rumbling sound.

Peter scratched his head. He didn't expect that even though he was fully armed, his true identity would be discovered in the first place.

But this is another world...it shouldn't be a problem.

Peter took off his mask and said self-deprecatingly: "I can understand those who traveled through time before, because they had to first confirm whether they could return home before they could explore a whole new world with peace of mind."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Peter Parker, I'm a...student?"

"You can call me Du Mu, or Master Du."

Du Mu gradually stopped practicing and looked at Peter in front of him, feeling a little surprised.

In fact, at the beginning, he thought that the other party was a minor, with a personality between Hulk and Harry.

Seeing the boy's slightly gloomy expression at this time, he realized that he must have just experienced a major setback and was in the stage of mental growth, which should be between Harry and Banner.

In other words, it seems that it is not the new era Marvel version of Spider-Man, but the Spider-Man in the early personal movies?

If the other party really comes from the same world as Banner, then the history of this world is most likely not the direction of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

That's normal, Du Mu has never seen anything about the Court of Owls in a Batman movie.

"Okay, Master Du, so... you practice Kung Fu?"

Peter looked at Du Mu's ancient costume and asked curiously.

Du Mu smiled at Peter and said, "That's right. How about trying the fighting strength in the other world?"

Peter smiled, shook his head and said nothing.

His current strength is nearly 20 tons, which is far beyond the upper limit of any fighting skills. His fists, which usually seem to be very powerful, are all used to prevent himself from killing the enemy.

The man in front of him was so thin. Unless he was bitten by a spider, I would be afraid that if I didn't hold back my punch, I would kill him directly.

But it's also good to see the fighting techniques from another world.

If I could learn a few tricks, it would probably help me capture the enemy, right?

Thinking of this, Peter walked towards Du Mu casually: "Okay, then come at me with all your strength."

Full strength?

Du Mu had a strange look on his face.

Actually, it is not impossible. Du Mu is well aware of Spider-Man's physical fitness. He can at least stop a high-speed train.

I don't need any magic power, just rely on my true energy to try and see where I stand in terms of martial arts now.

Du Mu threw out a Four-Phase Fist using most of his body's strength. Peter looked at the slow fist and caught it with a smile.

Although there seemed to be a voice in my head telling me not to take it... but please, with such a slow punch, how much power could it have even if it was very powerful?
Believe in reason and believe in physics.

"Whoosh...boom...hum..."

The tiny sound of the wind caused a tremor, mixed with a rumbling sound, and then a long humming sound.

The moment Peter caught the fist, he felt something was wrong.

All the strength in his body seemed to be sucked away by the palm. Even with the spider's electrostatic adsorption ability, he found it difficult to stand firmly.

From the palm to the arm, from the arm to the shoulder, the force penetrated layer by layer.

When Peter regained consciousness, he had fallen under the plum blossom pile. He felt as if his right arm was stuffed into a meat grinder, with severe pain mixed with excruciating numbness.

Du Mu was squatting beside him, checking Peter's injuries. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, your body is indeed very strong. Even though I only used 40% of my strength, there is no comminuted fracture. These are just superficial injuries."

Peter stared blankly at his arm covered in bruises. The bruises wrapped around his entire arm in a spiral shape, as if it had been stuffed into a meat grinder.

"You didn't even break a bone? I feel like I won't be able to pick up a pen for the entire semester."

Peter wanted to cry but he had no tears. If he had known this would happen, why would he pretend to be so arrogant? Where was Spider-Man's agility advantage? When the sixth sense in his mind reminded him just now, he should have dodged. How would he go to school for the next week?
However, soon, Peter, who had just tasted the bitterness of the other world, tasted the sweetness of the other world.

Du Mu reached out and held Peter's arm, slowly transferring his internal energy to him.

Peter just felt like he had taken a long-awaited hot bath, so he turned the skin inside out and started washing from the inside.

It wasn't just the arms. The pains in other parts of the body that usually ached were like real black beans that were squeezed out one by one by this warm current.

The feeling of comfort is indescribable.

Peter looked at Du Mu in surprise: "What is this? Is it magic?"

"It's real qi. Strange, you should have watched some related oriental movies. Why do you all start shouting about magic?"

Du Mu said this and pulled Peter up from the ground.

Peter touched his arm which no longer hurt, but there were still countless bruises on it.

Hearing Du Mu's speech, he said blankly: "Isn't true qi a kind of oriental magic?"

Du Mu was silent for a moment and thought that it seemed to be true.

He looked at the confused Peter and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The strength of that big stupid guy Hulk is all generated naturally from his anger. It can't be considered as something he trained, so there is no feedback at all.

Harry was too young, and the little physical strength he gained was like a mosquito leg. But the young man in front of him was a potential stock... First of all, his basic strength was not low, and he still had room to increase his physical strength through exercise.

Assuming that I start bench pressing directly from 20 tons, my strength should increase rapidly, right?

"How about it? Do you want to learn this set of oriental magic? In the future, if you have any hidden illness or injury, you can rely on the true qi to regulate your breathing and cultivate yourself."

Du Mu opened his mouth temptingly.

He was going to dig a hole next, which would be three thousand feet, nearly ten thousand meters. How could he do that without saving up some energy in advance?
Peter felt the therapeutic effects on his body and was really excited.

But he took into account that he had to attend classes, work to support his family, and be a superhero at the same time, and it seemed like he had too much time to manage it.

This made Peter seem a little hesitant.

"correct."

Du Mu suddenly said, "If you learn true qi, you can act as a temporary doctor when others are injured in the future. Moreover, true qi is also very beneficial for the health of the elderly..."

Peter's eyes lit up instantly after hearing the last two sentences. He no longer cared about the problem of not having enough time. At most, he would sacrifice his sleep. He nodded and said, "I'll learn, I'll learn!"

Having said that, it was night time after all.

The martial arts school's tenfold feedback is only effective during daytime.

Du Mu asked Peter to go home first and tell him in advance when he was free so that he could arrange time for him during the day.

When Peter went back, Du Mu looked at the sky and went back to the Military Academy to rest.

As he walked, he was thinking about his recent arrangements.

Well, I will go to Hogwarts tomorrow and ask Dumbledore to study the sacrificial rituals of the Luo sect. Then I will go to the library to study whether there is any magic that can drill into the ground or seal the space.

During this period, I will take some time to come back and get some money from Peter, and then go to Lianyungang to attend the Luojiao celebration banquet in a few days. Since they have given me an invitation, I have to observe the situation and see if I can capture their Luozu alive.

After all, he was also a ghost. Who knew whether he came from the same portal as the incense master who was his midfielder.

If they came to the mortal world from the same portal, the civil engineering work would officially begin. Of course, at that time, those people from the Luo Sect who might come to seek revenge on him would have to be eliminated first.

There are quite a lot of things to do, and I am very busy.

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However, plans cannot keep up with the speed of change.

When Du Mu returned to the Hogwarts world after a long absence, he did not expect that he would be drafted into the army.

"You mean, you want me to take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for three days?"

Du Mu looked at Dumbledore in shock.

"Is it possible that I don't know magic at all? My spell system is completely different from yours."

Dumbledore has no worries recently. He looks a lot fatter and looks more and more like Santa Claus.

He said in a cheerful tone as if he could live another 200 years: "It's only three days anyway, you can just say something to fool people. It's you who made the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher quit."

"You were there."

"So I will be responsible for finding a new teacher, and you will help fool those little guys before the new teacher comes. There are only three Unforgivable Curses anyway, so you just need to warn them repeatedly and that's it."

"As the principal, you let the substitute teacher take the lead in fooling the students?"

"Do you want to tell me something real?"

"Then let's just fool around..."

It’s not that Du Mu couldn’t refuse the job of substitute teacher, but he also had some ideas of his own.

The last time he rejected Dumbledore's request to become a professor was because Du Mu felt that he knew nothing about magic and might easily mislead students.

But now, after the development of his magic power, Du Mu has vaguely grasped the rules related to magic, so simple verbal teaching should not be difficult.

And this is a great opportunity to build relationships with Hogwarts students.

It is also an opportunity to establish a legitimate teacher-student relationship.

In fact, Du Mu has been thinking about whether there is any way to quickly improve his strength during this period.

The biggest improvement in strength before was to infuse Harry with true qi. After the fusion product of true qi and magic power was fed back tenfold, the combat effectiveness increased like riding a rocket.

Unfortunately, magic power cannot be imparted to other people. People who are born without magic power cannot master this thing. There is nothing that can be done about it.

Therefore, Du Mu's strength actually fell into a clear stagnation during this period until he received Tom's mental feedback.

But there may not be another diary like this in the entire wizarding world that can devour a soul after becoming a disciple.

So, Du Mu started to have some bad intentions towards ordinary little wizards.

If only I could pull a few young wizard apprentices back to the martial arts gym, infuse them with true qi one by one, and then get ten times the mana feedback from them...

Then your strength can be improved by several levels.

"By the way, has the matter I told you about when I came to look up the information last time been resolved now?" Du Mu was about to walk out of the principal's office when he suddenly turned back and asked.

Dumbledore actually had to scratch his head and think about it. It seemed that he had been too idle during this period and his brain was rusty.

Then he said cheerfully, "Oh, the matter of Peter Pettigrew? Of course it was resolved. A rat can't escape the clutches of the Aurors."

Dumbledore smiled as he smoked his pipe. "Sirius Black, who was wrongfully imprisoned because of the previous Minister of Magic's idleness, has finally been released from Azkaban. The current Minister of Magic, Fudge, is very happy about this level of reversal of the case. It adds a brilliant chapter to his resume."

Although Du Mu was not sure what the political achievements in the wizarding world were for, since Fudge liked it, he would let him do it.

However, now that Sirius has been released, he will definitely come to Hogwarts to look for Harry.

Lupin, who had always misunderstood Sirius in the past, would probably also come to Hogwarts to look for Sirius.

Then we can study why werewolf's skin can defend against magic...

After Du Mu left, Dumbledore lowered his head and looked through the information that the other party had given him.

Weird, very weird...

The old man looked at the words and notes on the drawings and found them very strange.

It doesn't feel like magic at all.

But to be honest, it doesn't look as evil as I imagined.

From Dumbledore's perspective, many of the requirements in this sacrificial ritual were extremely precise and there was not much ambiguity.

Because it is precise, the effect can be estimated to a certain extent.

It simply defines the one who performs the ritual as a human being and the one who receives the sacrifice as a god.

This ritual has a two-way effect, where people contribute a portion of their own spiritual energy to strengthen the power of the deity described in the ritual.

The god will in turn use his own power to strengthen a certain protective magic on the person.

This sacrificial ritual is more dangerous than evil.

First of all, it is dangerous to humans, as it means that humans have completely opened their spirits or souls to God. The amount of energy to be taken each time is determined by God. Even if the connection is broken if the spiritual power is too weak, there is still a possibility that the person will be sucked half to death in one go.

Secondly, there is the danger to the god being worshipped... because if this so-called god is not that powerful and there are too many people worshiping him.

This God can easily become the God of people’s imagination rather than God Himself.

After making this discovery, Dumbledore looked back and realized that those requirements for precise descriptions were indeed necessary.

Even Dumbledore speculated that this form of sacrifice would only be circulated in a small range and would not be widely publicized to try to attract a large number of believers.

The person being worshipped must carefully control the number of his believers so as not to be controlled by them in turn.

This is probably the reason why I have never heard of this kind of ceremony before.

With the above judgment, Dumbledore picked up a pen and wrote his guess on a piece of paper.

After writing, the paper automatically covered the manuscript left by Du Mu without wind, and then folded itself twice, and soon became a well-packaged envelope.

Then the envelope flapped its wings like a butterfly, flew out of the principal's office window, and flew towards Du Mu's position in the library.

(End of this chapter)