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**Chapter 97: Black Superman Special Training Class (2)**

Felicia was a little dazed.

She had thought that Black Superman might torture and train her severely, but she never thought... Black Superman would know her so well. She felt flattered in her heart.

"How do you know everything?" she asked, her fluffy ears twitching as she lowered her head slightly and moved her eyes away from Black Superman.

"I... am really a little confused now," she admitted, flipping her hair. "I can no longer go back to the life of an ordinary person. I once thought about becoming a hero like Spider-Woman, but later I found that it seemed a little inappropriate for me."

"Even freedom, I don't know what I want." She sighed.

"At least you know what you don't want, don't you?" Peter said.

"Yes," Felicia's eyes lit up. "I don't want to be a vase just for people to watch."

At that moment, she suddenly felt that Black Superman was pretty good. Although he was extremely powerful, he was also patient and wise.

"What should I do now?" she asked expectantly.

Then, Black Superman reminded her of the fear of being specially trained, "Improve your strength."

"..."

As the sun set, Banner finally came back with a constipated expression and found Black Superman in a forest on the outskirts. From his expression, it was clear he did not enjoy his time with Tony.

However, when he saw the scene in the forest, he was stunned. The peaceful forest was now devastated, with broken wood, disintegrated rocks, and pits everywhere. These damages were caused by Peter during Felicia's agility training.

The training content that caused these effects was simple: If you can't avoid it, you will die. With heat vision and various attacks, Felicia had been training under huge pressure to survive all day long, improving her agility and survival instincts.

Of course, today's training had ended, and they were currently conducting another training.

Felicia lay on the grass, making movements like a sprinter taking off. Her hips were raised a little higher, and her buttocks were twisting, as if she was accumulating strength. The knowledgeable Banner quickly recognized it as a warm-up action similar to that of cats before hunting.

Then, Felicia suddenly rushed out towards Peter in the forest, aiming for the bell-cat-catching stick in his hand. But Peter just fiddled with it casually, and the bell shook slightly, escaping from Felicia's attack range. Felicia turned around and pounced again without any pause, only to be easily dodged by Peter.

This cycle continued, resembling a playful teasing of a cat.

"You're back? It seems like you've gained a lot today," Peter said, noticing Banner's arrival.

Banner walked towards Black Superman, "I never thought Tony could be so annoying. Being alone with him for a long time is a kind of mental torture."

"How about Hulk?"

"If I hadn't tried hard to hold it back, he would have rushed out and torn Tony's hands off."

Although the experience was unpleasant, the effect was still there. Banner had accumulated a whole day of dissatisfaction and anger.

While they were talking, Felicia continued to attack Peter in various ways, trying to catch the bell. She even enjoyed it a little, her body very active, giving her a little sweetness.

Peter dealt with her while talking to Banner, "Then, we can start the second phase, Banner."

"What should I do?"

Peter finally stopped and picked up Felicia, who was attacking, and threw her aside, "You take a rest first." Then he looked at Banner, "Do you need to say more? Of course, let Hulk come out."

Felicia, though relieved, felt an inexplicable disappointment. The final hunting training was so in line with her cat's habits that it made her feel uncomfortable all over, with a look of both resistance and desire.

She soon saw Dr. Banner suddenly begin to change, becoming bigger and greener, bursting his clothes and shoes. Realizing the danger, she quickly hid further. Sure enough, a heavy tremor soon came from the ground, like an earthquake.

The Hulk, newly transformed, faced Black Superman with anger and rushed forward. As expected, the powerful Superman stood his ground.

Felicia watched, stunned, as Peter hammered Hulk twice to make him angrier, then threw Hulk in front of her, saying, "Next, your opponents will be each other."

Felicia blinked and looked at Black Superman in disbelief, as if to say: Are you serious? We're not on the same level!

But Hulk, eyes red with anger, didn't care. He was already unhappy and now even more furious after being slapped. With a ferocious smile, he rushed forward.

Felicia could only start her escape again, shouting, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuahnah, you are not a human being, Black Superman! How can you be so cruel!"

Fortunately, she originally thought that Black Superman might be a very good guy... Sure enough, It's all an illusion.

Peter was flying in the air, looking at the two figures chasing and escaping below, and was quite satisfied with the effect.

Felicia is too comfortable and lacks an opponent who can push her to the limit, and Hulk just lacks a sparring partner, so the two complement each other.

After all, the so-called fighting instinct is not that easy to train. It does not require years of various battles and experience to accumulate and transform, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

If you want to make it happen quickly, you will naturally have to use extreme methods.

...

uahnah, you are not a human being, Black Superman! How can you be so cruel!"

Fortunately, she originally thought that Black Superman might be a very good guy... Sure enough, It's all an illusion.

Peter was flying in the air, looking at the two figures chasing and escaping below, and was quite satisfied with the effect.

Felicia is too comfortable and lacks an opponent who can push her to the limit, and Hulk just lacks a sparring partner, so the two complement each other.

After all, the so-called fighting instinct is not that easy to train. It does not require years of various battles and experience to accumulate and transform, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

If you want to make it happen quickly, you will naturally have to use extreme methods.

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