"You scrawny little shit, you dare call yourself Spider-Man? Tonight, I'm gonna crush every bone in your body and shove them up your ass!"
Hell's Kitchen, an underground fight club.
Inside the octagonal cage, the hulking fighter known as "Bone Saw" let out a bestial roar. He stood nearly two meters tall, his body coated in olive oil to prevent anyone from getting a grip. His tattoos twisted grotesquely as his muscles bulged.
The gamblers below waved their cash wildly, their curses and whistles nearly lifting the basement ceiling.
"Big guy, your mouth hits a lot harder than your fists."
Peter Parker stood at the edge of the cage in his crudely stitched red-and-blue bodysuit, his arms folded across his chest. The voice beneath his mask carried undisguised contempt, and even a hint of boredom:
"Hope you can still yell that loud when you're flat on the floor."
"You're dead!"
Bone Saw roared and charged like a heavy tank out of control, his massive fist whipping up a gust as it hurtled toward Peter's face.
A clean hit would have snapped an ordinary person's neck instantly.
But Peter didn't dodge.
With the extraordinary motion perception granted by his Spider-Sense, Bone Saw's movements looked as slow as a group exercise routine. Peter even had time to yawn. Only when the fist was less than five centimeters from his nose did he tilt his head slightly.
Whoosh-
The heavy punch skimmed past his mask and missed.
"Too slow, big guy. Do you only lift weights and skip cardio?"
Peter's voice came from beside Bone Saw's ear. Before Bone Saw could react, Peter had leaped effortlessly behind him, grabbed the cage's wire mesh with both hands, and hung upside down in midair.
"Get down here!" Bone Saw spun around furiously and reached for