The Oppressive Aura of an Apex Predator!

But Peter quickly cast the sizing issue aside and eagerly took the red-and-blue suit out of the cabinet.

Small was small—no one else could see it anyway. But a cool suit was a lifelong matter!

Peter then gave Toby a banana-style New Year's bow on the spot. After stripping down to nothing but his briefs, he pulled the suit on.

He and Toby had grown up running around naked together, so there was naturally nothing to be embarrassed about.

Once Peter put on the Spider suit, a brand-new Spider-Man appeared before Toby!

Peter planted his hands on his hips and eagerly asked Toby, "Well? Do I look cool in it or what?"

Toby stroked his chin at the side, looking Peter up and down in the Spider suit, and could not help but sigh. "Tsk, tsk. Cool. This suit really does suit you best when you wear it..."

"Of course. You can't even wear it!" Peter nodded as if it were only natural, utterly unaware that Toby had not meant it literally at all.

That was not only because Peter's suit was the classic design, but also because Toby and Peter had fundamentally different temperaments when they wore the suit.

Just looking at Peter gave people a sense of safety and warmth.

But when Toby wore the suit, even without saying a word, he gave off an invisible sense of oppression and danger.

For instance, Peter in the suit looked like the kind-hearted superhero who would help an old lady cross the street.

But Toby in the suit looked like the sort of super thug who would throw dust in someone's eyes!

Though, in truth, that was indeed the case...

Peter, however, had no idea he had misunderstood. At that moment, he was fully immersed in experiencing the wonders of the Spider suit he wore.

That was right. The Spider suit Peter wore was actually the same model as Toby's third suit, differing only in its pattern and colors.

This was another high-tech suit Toby had custom-made for Peter at the cost of tens of millions of dollars.

And with Peter's intelligence, Toby did not even need to explain much. Peter soon figured out most of the suit's functions by himself.

While Peter familiarized himself with the suit's functions, Toby also opened the third display case and changed into his black-and-red suit.

The instant Toby pulled the mask fully down over his face, Peter, who had just been getting acquainted with his own suit, suddenly bristled like a startled cat, every hair on his body standing on end!

After instinctively backing away several steps, Peter lowered his body slightly into a guarded stance!

This had nothing to do with Peter's own will. His body's defenses had activated on their own; every movement was purely instinctive!

His mind lagged behind his body. Only after reacting did Peter follow the inexplicable sense of danger coming from within him and look toward its source—only to discover that it was Toby, who had just put on the third suit!

And perhaps it was merely an illusion, but in Peter's eyes, Toby, clad in the black-and-red suit, seemed even taller than before. Behind him, a far more enormous black, red, and blue spider flickered in and out of view!

"Hm? Peter, what's wrong?"

It was not until Toby noticed something was off with Peter and took off his mask again that the dangerous sensation crawling over Peter's skin gradually faded as he looked at that familiar face!

Naturally, Toby immediately understood what Peter's reaction meant.

Because he had it too—the spider-sense that could predict danger!

What he did not understand was that he had merely put on the suit. He had not developed any killing intent or desire to attack Peter!

So why had Peter's spider-sense activated on its own?

This was clearly not some special mutual resonance between Spider-Men.

Peter was obviously sensing danger between predators!

Peter took quite a while to recover. He removed his own mask as well, gasping for breath as he explained with lingering fear:

"I... I don't know either. Just now, I suddenly felt this inexplicably intense sense of danger. I instinctively looked toward its source, but I never expected that source to be you. And you gave me this overwhelming pressure of a superior being toward an inferior one!"

"And... and I vaguely think I saw... a spider behind you. A huge three-colored spider!"

Toby narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at those words.

A three-colored spider?

Wasn't that the spider that had poisoned him to death in his previous life and had seemingly given his reincarnated self Spider-Man's abilities?

He had always thought that the Spider-Man abilities he now possessed were everything that spider had given him.

But now, it seemed that spider was not so simple after all...

And it would have been one thing if Peter had not mentioned the pressure of a superior being toward an inferior one, but now that he had, why did Peter suddenly seem a little "appetizing" to him?

Of course, not appetizing in terms of hunger, much less lust. It was more like an urge to ruthlessly grind Peter beneath his feet!

And he now had a special sensation similar to spider-sense, as though if he defeated Peter and stepped on him, he could obtain something from him!

Toby had never been the type to enjoy guessing. Whenever he sensed something, he generally tested it on the spot.

So he rolled his neck and grinned at Peter.

"Peter, you've now gained strength far beyond that of an ordinary person, but it won't do if your mentality remains as fragile as it was before..."

"So you need to develop the corresponding ability to withstand pressure. Only then will you be able to remain calm when facing any powerful enemy!"

Peter looked at Toby, whose smile appeared somewhat ferocious in his eyes.

That inexplicable sense that allowed him to detect danger was beginning to stir again. A persistent feeling of foreboding rose in his heart, and he swallowed before asking Toby:

"The corresponding ability to withstand pressure? What should I do?"

Toby clenched his fists and slowly walked toward Peter, step by step. "Isn't it obvious? Of course it's real combat. Nothing helps someone grow more than personally experiencing the pressure brought by a powerful opponent!"

As Toby's final words fell, Peter's heart pounded faster and faster, and that familiar sense of danger surged through his body!

He instantly understood that Toby wasn't joking with him. He was serious!

But what kind of joke was this?!

He had no desire to fight his cousin, that monster!

He was just a warrior who had only recently left the beginner village—why did he already have to face his cousin, the Demon King?!

So Peter decisively turned around and ran, shooting out of the second basement level with a speed and agility that even he found unbelievable, and returning to the gym on the first basement level.

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