In fact, there are many people who can do the thing of crushing an apple with bare hands.

However, those people are either hands up, or have to adjust the shape of their hands. There are very few people like Peter who only use one hand and do not need to adjust the shape of the hand.

If one more condition is added, the selection scope is narrowed down to only teenagers of Peter's age who can participate in the selection... It is not an exaggeration to say that among the billions of people living on the earth, it is impossible to find another one.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Like Peter, Stark wanted to test his limits.

As soon as I thought about it, I had an idea. I saw Stark throwing out a change capsule and released the steel armor that was just put away: "Jarvis, right hand."

"Yes, sir."

Following Jarvis's response, the right arm made of steel fell off from the battle armor, and quickly put it on Starkpin's extended arm.

Stretching his fingers while taking two steps forward, Stark came to the table, crossed his arms and squatted down: "Come on, little guy, let me test your wrist strength."

I don't think Peter's thin arms and legs can support the strength of the steel armor. After seeing Stark's move, May Parker immediately grabbed Peter by the back collar, and shouted in a panic: "No, Peter..."

"Don't worry, May. I know how to measure." Interrupting May's dissuasion, Stark shook his right arm: "Have you seen the arm-wrestling machine placed in the game center? You can imagine it Become that thing."

"Aunt May." Little Peter also cast a beseeching look at May.

"...Take it easy, don't hold on."

"I know." Seeing that Mei finally let go, little Peter couldn't help but beam with joy.

He came to the table in two steps, stretched out his right hand, and put it on the hand of Stark who had been waiting for a long time. Little Peter took a deep breath, and raised his hand to meet Stark's gaze: "Should I try harder?"

"Well, take your time."

After getting Stark's response, Peter began to exert his strength. With a muffled snort, the outline of muscles emerged clearly on that slightly thin forearm.

Although they are not big, they are not as bulging as those strong men who have been in the gym all year round, but the strength emanating from these muscles does not contain lakes at all.

"Jarvis."

"So far, the highest index is 2.368 tons." The steel armor without a right arm took a few steps forward and stood beside the table like a referee.

"Hey, it's really surprising." Stark's eyes lit up, and his expression became more excited: "Peter, can you push harder? Come on, I know, this is not your limit."

"Well!

!

! Hearing Stark's words, Peter clenched his back molars and increased his strength again.

"2.584 tons."

"2.769 tons."

"2.912 tons."

"It has broken through 3 tons, and now it is 3.132 tons."

Like broadcasting a sporting event, Jarvis will announce any changes in the readings as soon as possible.

There is no emotion in the words, the accent is very standard without a single wrong word, and the speed of speech is as fast as a cannonball. There is one thing to say, Jarvis's real-time broadcast is really a bit like a professional commentator.

Maybe it was infected by Jarvis's tone, and subconsciously felt that he was participating in some kind of competition at the moment, or maybe he just wanted to prove himself and impress the uncles and aunts standing aside. Peter tried his best to break the record more than 20 times in one breath.

When he was exhausted and stopped panting, Jarvis also gave the last round of reports: "The highest peak reached 7.259 tons."

"How long did it last?" Stark asked again after letting go of Peter's arm, "The standard is 7 tons."

"Add up all the time to maintain the output above 7 tons, a total of 37.931 seconds."

"Tsk tsk, it's even more exaggerated than I imagined." After removing the armor on his right arm, Stark held his chin in one hand and hugged his chest with the other, looking at little Peter with burning eyes.

After a lot of effort, little Peter looked a little tired.

Just the way he looks now makes Mei a little uneasy. What's more, Jarvis yelled out a bunch of numbers just now, all of which were exaggerated beyond May's imagination.

"Peter, are you okay?" Afraid that something might happen to Peter's arm, Mei quickly stretched out her hand and rubbed it away for him.

"I'm fine, Aunt Mei." Withdrawing the arm that was being held by Mei, she first turned her wrist, then bent her elbow and made a pose: "Really, look."

"Does it not hurt? Is the muscle swelling?"

"It doesn't hurt at all, and there is no soreness." Little Peter smiled: "Don't worry, Aunt Mei, if there is any discomfort, I will definitely say it."

Although Little Peter was very sure, May still couldn't quite believe it.

To reassure her, Stark asked Jarvis to scan Peter's arm twice.

"The muscles and tendons are fine, and the bones are normal. It's just that the blood flow is a little faster."

"Um?"

"I was active just now." Touching Peter's head, Stark smiled and explained to Mei: "Don't worry, the blood flow rate is a little faster than usual ~ lightnovelpub.net~ is a normal reaction."

"Really all right?"

"If you are asking about the strength test just now... yes, he is fine, there is no problem." Stark nodded and said with a smile: "As for the mutation that appeared on Peter, to be honest, I am also very concerned about it." Accident. So, whether this change is good or bad, um...Let’s put it this way, I personally think this is likely to be a gift, the kind that is worth being happy about. But from a more rigorous standpoint, we still need to give He will make a more detailed inspection and cooperate with long-term observation before he can draw the final conclusion."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Shi Xiaolei interrupted.

Others would be worried, but Shi Xiaolei was completely sure in his heart that little Peter would be fine.

After all, he is a time traveler, unlike Stark and others who will be limited to a single perspective. And through the review of the whole matter, Shi Xiaolei has vaguely touched the corner of the goddess of fate's skirt, and has some understanding in his heart.

"I hope things will be as you said." Looking at Shi Xiaolei, Mei's expression was still a little uneasy: "Locke, is there anything you can do?"

"Confirm if there will be any problems with him?" Shi Xiaolei rubbed Peter's head again, and nodded with a smile: "There is a way."

"Really?"

"Of course." Shi Xiaolei patted his chest: "I promise, I will definitely give you a letter. Uh, it's just that it's not convenient right now, we have to wait until we return to Earth to make arrangements."

"That's it...well then, please, Locke."

"Don't worry, if you are worried, you can check him here." Shi Xiaolei smiled: "This is Asgard, not only there are many science and technology that have not been developed on Earth, but also various All kinds of magic."