Thinking of the so-called "Strongest Spear" from the Hokage World, Peter felt his fighting spirit soaring.
Peter's hands were itching; he was definitely craving a fight.
He glanced at Dr. Connors...
After a moment of hesitation, he gave up on the idea of having Dr. Connors give him a shot to act as a sparring partner.
It was already hard enough that the man was volunteering for overtime; "corporal punishment" on an employee would be going too far.
With that in mind, Peter gave Dr. Connors a few brief reminders to get plenty of rest, then stepped onto his flying skateboard and left Parker Tech.
Destination... Hell's Kitchen!
As everyone knows, if you want to find a punching bag... oh, wait, I mean, if you want to uphold justice in the Marvel Universe, Hell's Kitchen is the most suitable place.
A flash of blue lightning tore through the night sky of New York, heading straight for Hell's Kitchen.
It was 4:30 in the morning, still some time before dawn, and most people were fast asleep.
On top of that, the NYPD had just conducted a massive search operation tonight.
Therefore, the usually bustling Hell's Kitchen seemed unusually quiet at this moment.
In the streets and alleys, apart from stray cats rummaging through trash and homeless people high out of their minds cosplaying as zombies, there wasn't a living soul to be seen.
"Tsk, am I going to make this trip for nothing?"
Peter grumbled to himself while simultaneously activating his Byakugan.
In Byakugan mode, the entire Hell's Kitchen instantly became transparent to his eyes.
Building after building had its exterior stripped away, revealing the internal structure and the sleeping figures inside.
Peter circled rapidly over Hell's Kitchen, suddenly letting out a soft sound of surprise.
He had discovered something quite interesting.
In a large warehouse on the west side of Hell's Kitchen, there were two figures sitting opposite each other.
Two people not sleeping in the middle of the night wasn't anything strange.
What was truly strange was that, in Peter's Byakugan perception, these two actually had... Chakra in their bodies?
Holding this thought, he moved a little closer, and only then did Peter clearly see the specific appearance of the energy within them.
That was not Chakra.
Chakra, under the observation of the Byakugan, appeared light blue and would unconsciously flow rapidly through the limbs and bones of the human body.
But the energy inside these two appeared as a hazy white mist, and it didn't flow unconsciously; it remained quietly concentrated at their dantian.
"Could it be... Qigong or something like internal energy?"
Realizing this, Peter immediately perked up.
He slightly adjusted the perspective mode of his Byakugan, causing the scene inside the underground warehouse to gradually reveal vivid colors.
Well, he did this partly to avoid embarrassment, and partly for the sake of his own eyes.
Seeing pretty young ladies like Gwen and Felicia with the full-color perspective was undoubtedly a treat.
But if he were to see old men and women, or the uniquely American transgender groups... that would be quite an eyesore.
So usually, when Peter used his perspective, he only used the standard black-and-white mode common in comics.
As the perspective mode changed, a decrepit old woman with triangular eyes and a tall man covered from head to toe in silver-white samurai armor appeared in Peter's field of vision.
"This is Mrs. Gao and... Silver Samurai?"
The moment he saw them, a look of realization couldn't help but appear on Peter's face.
Mrs. Gao was the person in charge of The Hand in Hell's Kitchen, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
As for Silver Samurai, Peter remembered that this guy seemed to be one of Wolverine's arch-enemies, and in "The Wolverine," he was just a little Japanese guy saved by Wolverine.
And years later, he wore this armor to seize Wolverine's healing ability to stay young forever.
However, judging from the Byakugan's perspective, the Silver Samurai in this Universe was clearly not the same person as the one in "The Wolverine."
The person didn't have any X-gene-like abilities, and he looked at most thirty or forty years old.
"Probably a variant from a parallel World, right?" Peter calculated in his mind.
Come to think of it, Peter had lived in this World for eighteen whole years and had never heard any news about Mutants.
It was likely because the current Universe only merged the Gwen Spider-Man and the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so there simply weren't any such things as Mutants.
This gave him a feeling of both relief and regret.
Being relieved was natural because he didn't have to deal with pure gimmick monsters like Magneto and Professor X.
And being regretful was because, without Mutants on Earth in the Marvel Universe, there really weren't many opponents left to give Peter a "satisfying fight."
"Meeting is fate! Since you are both famous characters from the original work, then... become my sacrifice points!"
Thinking this, Peter didn't hesitate in the slightest, leaping straight down from his flying skateboard, executing an incredibly cool Leap of Faith!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the roof of the underground warehouse was instantly smashed open by his body under the Lightning Release Chakra Mode.
The sudden turn of events caused Mrs. Gao and Silver Samurai, who had been conversing in low voices, to instantly change expressions.
They stood up abruptly, looking vigilantly at this sudden, uninvited guest.
When they saw the blinding blue electric light surrounding Peter, both of them couldn't help but show expressions of disbelief.
"What kind of monster is this?!" Silver Samurai's pupils constricted, and he blurted out a string of Japanese.
He could feel that the energy fluctuations radiating from the young man in front of him were more violent than any powerhouse he had ever seen in Japan!
Compared to Silver Samurai, who had lived in Japan for a long time, Mrs. Gao clearly knew more about Peter's persona.
At this moment, her face was so dark it was almost dripping water, and a cold light like that of a venomous snake flickered in her aged, triangular eyes.
"The Punisher?!" she said coldly, her aged voice revealing the oppressive feeling of someone who had long held a high position:
"This is not a place where you should be!"
Mrs. Gao had learned some news about The Punisher through newspapers.
But as an old stick-in-the-mud, based on her understanding of American media, she felt those reports were clearly distorted.
The so-called defeat of the "Green Goblin and Lizard Monster" was just the media exaggerating the facts.
Therefore, in Mrs. Gao's view, this so-called "The Punisher" was nothing more than a mortal flesh and blood, just like Daredevil, Iron Fist, and others.
The reason he dared to barge in here was simply because he was a young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and Earth.
But...
Boom!
Before Mrs. Gao's words had even faded, the next second, she felt her vision blur, followed by an incredibly terrifying force striking her.
It was Peter, clutching this old hag by the throat, pinning her to the ground and dragging her a full dozen meters in one go.
The sheer force was so exaggerated that it plowed deep furrows into the concrete floor beneath them!
Looking at Mrs. Gao, whose face was ghastly pale on the ground, Peter couldn't help but grin, revealing a malicious smile, and then spoke in incredibly fluent Chinese:
"Wherever I want to go, do I need you, old hag, to nag me about it?"