For a school bully with more brawn than brains like Flash Thompson, this was his favorite time for legal bullying.
"Beep—"
With a whistle from the gym teacher, the court instantly became a chaotic mess.
Red rubber balls whistled through the air, accompanied by dull thuds and cries of pain.
"Hey, Parker."
Flash Thompson stood near the half-court line, clutching a red rubber ball, a cruel and playful smile on his face.
His tight school team T-shirt outlined his strong muscle lines, and several lackeys around him were making jeering noises.
"Catch this, puny Parker."
Before he finished speaking, his arm muscles bulged, and he threw the ball with all his might.
The rubber ball, with the sound of whistling wind, was like a cannonball out of a barrel, heading straight for Peter's face.
The surrounding girls let out gasps.
Peter was standing in the middle of the court dazed, seemingly still adjusting to the strange feeling of being full of power with nowhere to release it.
But 0.5 seconds before the ball was about to hit his nose.
A strange sensation pierced the back of his head like an electric current, exploding down his spine.
Peter's pupils instantly contracted into pinpoints, and time around him seemed to slow down.
He clearly saw the trajectory of the ball spinning in the air, the rough texture of the rubber surface, the Wilson logo on it, and even the sneer on Flash's face that hadn't fully spread yet.
Too slow.
Everything was too slow.
His body reacted before his brain.
He merely tilted his head slightly, the movement so small it was almost invisible.
"Whoosh—"
The heavy rubber ball flew past his ear, the wind it carried ruffling his bangs.
"Bang!"
The ball slammed hard into the wall behind him, making a loud noise and bouncing back a long way.
The whole place fell silent.
Flash's smile froze on his face, his raised hand not yet lowered.
"Coincidence, this must be a coincidence."
Flash, embarrassed and angry, felt his authority challenged. He bent down and grabbed two more balls, throwing them one after another like a crazed windmill.
"Let's see you dodge this!"
Two balls flew at him simultaneously, blocking the space to dodge left or right.
But in Peter's evolved dynamic vision, this was like two sluggish balloons floating over.
He leaned back, performing a standard Matrix-style dodge.
His spine was incredibly flexible; the two balls flew past almost grazing his stomach, without even touching his clothes.
Immediately after, Peter subconsciously reached out his right hand and casually grabbed the air.
"Snap."
A third ball, flying in from a side sneak attack, stopped steadily in his hand.
The kinetic energy was absorbed instantly.
Peter looked at the ball in his hand. With a slight squeeze of his fingers, the tough rubber ball was immediately deformed.
He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of control, the intoxication of a weakling holding power for the first time.
He looked up at the dumbfounded Flash opposite him.
"My turn."
Peter just lightly flicked his hand, throwing the ball back as if shooing a fly.
But he clearly underestimated his current strength.
"Whoosh—"
The ball speed was so fast it left an afterimage, and there was even a sonic boom in the air.
Flash didn't even have time to react before he felt a massive force hit his stomach, like being struck by a motorcycle at high speed.
"Urgh!"
The ball knocked him right off his feet. He flew back half a meter and fell heavily to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up like a shrimp, his face turning the color of pig liver, almost vomiting up his breakfast.
A burst of gasps and applause erupted in the gym.
"My god, Peter, when did you become so amazing?" His best friend Ned rushed over, excitedly slapping Peter on the back.
Peter looked at his hand, a look of disbelief on his face.
In the stands.
Alice sat in a corner, holding a bottle of sports drink, her eyes calm.
"Power control test: Failed."
"While the reaction speed is perfect, the power output is seriously overflowing. If not guided, he might crush someone's finger bones the next time he shakes hands."
She unscrewed the cap and took a sip.
"It seems that besides being a psychological mentor, I also have to moonlight as his fighting coach."
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