Thor Peter Parker

After Zhan Liu returned to the Martial Arts School, the disciples there had unusually not left. Instead, they had stayed behind to wait for the outcome. When they saw Zhan Liu return, they all gathered around him.

"Master, how was Second Apprentice-Brother? Did he win?"

"You could only say he didn't lose. As for him, he's currently hospitalized. If you have time, you can go visit him."

Zhan Liu told everyone Peter's hospital room number. As for who wanted to go, that was entirely up to them. Still, with such a superhero apprentice-brother, most of them would probably be willing to go make an appearance.

"Second Apprentice-Brother is actually that amazing? He always seemed so shy before. You'd never have guessed."

"I heard Second Apprentice-Brother only trained for a little over a month before getting started. That kind of progress is way too fast."

Everyone chattered away, expressing their envy, jealousy, and resentment over Peter's rapid progress.

Of course, the person most shocked was actually Sharon Carter. She had trained since childhood, endured countless hardships and suffering, before becoming who she was today and being recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although she was not an arrogant person, she had always been very confident. She was undoubtedly among the best of her generation. Whether it was intelligence, perseverance, knowledge, skills, or anything else, she believed she was inferior to no one.

But now, seeing an ordinary high school student become a Captain America-level mini-Superman after only a few months of martial arts training left her feeling deeply unbalanced. She even felt as if the first ten years of her life had gone down the wrong path.

She had initially thought this mission was merely an undercover investigation, but she now realized it was clearly a benefit assignment.

After hesitating for a moment, she gathered her courage and said, "Master, can I move into the Martial Arts School?"

Zhan Liu had not hidden the fact that the magnetic field around him could accelerate cultivation, so everyone knew about it. However, everyone still had jobs and lives to attend to, so almost no one spent all day at the Martial Arts School.

Zhan Liu glanced at Sharon and firmly refused. "No. Only official disciples who have completed the introductory stage are qualified to live at the Martial Arts School."

If you wanted to seduce your master, then perhaps, out of kindness and to keep you from failing your mission, I might have agreed. But judging by that look in your eyes, you clearly just want to freeload off the magnetic field for cultivation. Naturally, I have to handle this by the book.

Sharon met with a polite refusal and had no choice but to take her leave. As soon as she stepped outside, she called her "uncle," Principal Coulson, and asked him to rent a house right beside the Martial Arts School.

The magnetic field weakened with distance, so if she could not stay inside the courtyard, she would live outside it. It would still have some effect, at least.

Meanwhile, her "uncle," Principal Coulson, was currently in a hospital room visiting his good student, Peter.

Peter was extremely famous now. Television stations kept replaying footage of him, covered in blood, still fighting the Hulk.

At the moment when the military was helpless and its entire force had been wiped out, a hero had emerged out of nowhere. He had turned the tide and held up a collapsing structure, bathed in thunder and lightning as he stood against the Hulk's threat. Even after being beaten until he was covered in blood, he had not retreated a single step and fought to the bitter end.

In the end, it was only because of that hero that the terrifying Hulk had been lured away.

What kind of plot was this?

This was practically a Hollywood blockbuster!

Blatant individual heroism!

What was more, the hero's identity had been uncovered. He was a student at Midtown High School.

Just as it made perfect sense for Superman to attend Smallville High School, there was nothing strange about Peter Parker attending Midtown High School!

The moment that news aired, Peter won over the vast majority of high school students across the United States.

The media had even given Peter Parker a codename—Thor!

Thor Peter Parker. It sounded cool enough.

As for the metal man who had repeatedly rescued people between buildings and streets, he became nothing more than a sidekick mentioned in passing in Thor's story.

That difference in treatment left Tony feeling rather bitter, but who could blame him for not showing his face?

Besides, between an armored metal man and Thor wrapped in lightning, which had better visual effects, drew more attention, and generated more traffic? Did that even need asking?

By the time Tony finished assisting the firefighters with the rescue efforts, it was already dark. He could only go back and rest first, planning to visit Peter the next day.

But when he arrived at the hospital the following day, he discovered that the place had already been surrounded by reporters three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside.

If he had not been Tony Stark, he would not have been able to get in at all.

However, the hospital's security measures could only keep out small tabloids and obscure websites. They were useless against major media outlets.

Naturally, they were equally useless against a capitalist tycoon like Tony.

Tony smoothly entered the hospital and made his way to the VIP ward reserved for distinguished guests.

For the sake of patients' health, this floor was usually rather empty and quiet, with a peaceful environment. But today, that peace had been shattered.

The hallway was packed with reporters from major media outlets, and filming equipment filled every available space.

When the bored reporters saw Tony appear, they rushed over like sharks smelling blood and fired questions at him from every direction.

"Mr. Stark, are you hospitalized here too? What illness do you have?"

"Mr. Stark, do you have a sexually transmitted disease? Is it serious?"

"Mr. Stark, do you have AIDS? How long do you have left to live?"

Their questions became more and more outrageous, but Tony had long since become adept at dealing with them. He wagged a finger in warning.

"If you want news, contact Stark Industries' press officer. Anyone who talks nonsense will be sued. Now, move aside."

In the United States, a lawyer's letter was no idle threat.

Lawsuits in the United States were extremely expensive. Often, people lost cases not because the evidence was conclusive, but because the case dragged on so long that they went bankrupt and could no longer afford legal fees.

No money meant no good lawyer. No good lawyer meant no winning the lawsuit. Lose the lawsuit, and you might end up in prison.

A filthy rich man like Tony kept a large legal team on retainer year-round. If he said someone was going to prison, then that person was going to prison.

Tony normally would not care about a little gossip, but anything he did not want people to see would absolutely not appear in the media.

When he reached the room, Peter was accepting an exclusive interview with the Daily Bugle.

The newspaper valued this interview greatly, so its editor-in-chief, Jonah Jameson, had come in person.

When he saw Tony enter, he was also very surprised. Rising to his feet, he said, "What a surprise. I never expected to see you here."

Before Tony could retort, the quick-tongued Peter exposed his secret.

"Mr. Stark is my Senior Apprentice-Brother at the Martial Arts School, and he's also Iron Man, the one who kept rescuing people yesterday."