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Michelangelo was smashed into the wall, creating obvious cracks—enough to see that Spider-Man showed no mercy. 

His three brothers wore shocked expressions, similar to the one on the turtle with the yellow eye mask. They looked up and down at Spider-Man's seemingly underdeveloped body, unable to believe that such terrifying power could come from it.

The three of them knew the power of Michelangelo, but Spider-Man had hit Mikey with one punch—and could likely do the same to them.

"Too frightening!"

"Is he really human? How could there be such a terrifying human?"

"I think he's a robot in human skin!!"

The other three turtles exchanged glances. Even the wise rat, Splinter, who had anticipated this moment, was still a little surprised. Despite his preparation, the spiderman's performance still amazed him.

"Bring it on," Spider-Man smiled and waved to Michelangelo. "This time, I don't need you to let me go!"

"That's what you're waiting for!"

Michelangelo stood up and charged toward Spider-Man. The punch Spider-Man had landed earlier hadn't been very damaging to him, but it had been highly insulting. 

He had to regain face in front of this kid.

The yellow-masked turtle got serious. Spider-Man was indeed a terrifying opponent, especially with his power but lack of skill. 

The two sides were equally matched in strength, but in front of Michelangelo—who was rich in skills and half a martial arts master—Spider-Man could only be beaten passively.

Spider-Man's agility allowed him to dodge and counterattack from time to time. However, Michelangelo's turtle shell provided super defense, making the spider's attacks feel more like pinpricks.

Soon, Spider-Man found himself at a disadvantage. After a long pause, he couldn't help but shoot a web from his wrist, entangling Michelangelo in front of him. 

At that moment, his true identity was completely exposed. The four turtles, including Splinter, now understood that Peter Parker was Spider-Man and why he had been brought here by Anton.

"It seems I don't need to introduce him again," Anton shrugged, smiling. "Strictly speaking, this isn't the first time you've met."

At the end of the Green Goblin incident, Spider-Man and the turtles had crossed paths.

"It turns out he's Spider-Man!!" The turtles suddenly realized.

Splinter's eyes brightened, and he became even more pleased with Spider-Man, recognizing that Anton had brought them a great disciple.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As Spider-Man fought with his webs, he finally gained enough power to counterattack and began to gain the upper hand. However, in the eyes of Anton and Splinter, he still had a long way to go.

"He's a good seed," Anton observed, watching closely. "Train him well. A talent like this can't be wasted."

"I will," Splinter replied with a slight smile.

From that smile, Anton could see Peter's future clearly, and he secretly sighed. It seemed Spider-Man would have little time for dating in the future.

Soon, the battle ended. Michelangelo was sealed into a giant "pupa" by the panting Spider-Man. 

"Woo woo woo woo!!"Michelangelo let out a muffled cry from the "Cicada Pupa" formed by Spider-Man's web.

"Mikey, you can stop now!"

The other three turtles laughed, clearly gloating, their faces filled with amusement.

Spider-Man slumped to the ground in exhaustion. The competition had drained much of his energy.

Looking at the remaining three turtles around the ring, he finally understood why Anton had brought him here.

After gaining superpowers, the complacency that had gradually built up in his heart began to fade, and he started to reflect on his own shortcomings.

"Peter, you'll find time to train here every week from now on," Anton said from the ring. "Your teacher is Master Splinter. He trained the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in front of you. He's the best teacher in the world. Don't disappoint me—or him. The expectation of your master is great."

"Understood, I won't let you down!" Peter lifted his spirits.

Thinking about his future battles, he imagined being as skilled as the turtles—or even Batman. At that point, he would no longer be just the Spider-Man people saw jumping through the city… He couldn't help but feel excited.

Da Da Da Da!

Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind Anton and Splinter.

The person approaching was Connors.

"Norman knows you're here, and he wants to see you." Connors looked at Anton and explained, "I just gave him an injection to stabilize his mind."

"Okay," Anton nodded and walked toward a dungeon-like space specially built by the turtles to hold the Green Goblin. This was the temporary prison where Norman Osborn was kept.

Although the Green Goblin's body had been enhanced and the hastily constructed prison couldn't hold him, Connors had developed a medicine that could temporarily incapacitate Norman, turning him back into an ordinary person.

With just one injection, the Green Goblin could revert to his human form and would need to rest for a few days.

Of course, this medicine didn't address the negative emotions in Norman's mind—it could only have a suppressive effect.

This split in personality could only be mended once Connors developed a new body-enhancing formula.

It was clear that the Green Goblin's medicine had worn off, and it was time for another injection.

It was also at this point that Norman's negative emotions would subside briefly, and he could once again be called Norman Osborn.

"Anton," Norman said as he saw Anton enter. His expression was complex. He paused for a moment, then asked, "How is Osborne Company now?"

"The situation is very bad. Harry is working hard for you," Anton replied bluntly.

"He should know, right?" Norman asked abruptly, his tone dry. "If he had gone to Osborne Manor, he would have been able to guess the truth… He's a smart boy."

"You really are a real father. He happened to find me today," Anton nodded. "Don't worry, he seems to be in good spirits. The news that you're not dead seems to have reignited his fighting spirit."

"Help him."

Norman looked at Anton and pleaded earnestly, "Anton, I beg you!"

"I can't get involved with Osborne," Anton shook his head. "Norman, don't pretend you don't know—it's not just politicians, but also military seems standing behind your company's turmoil."

"At least you can't let Harry be threatened!!"

Norman gritted his teeth and said, "I know those people. Once they set their sights on something, they'll stop at nothing to get it. Osborne is a big prize... Harry is just a child. It's not going to be easy for him to keep Osborne."

After speaking, he paused, looked at Anton again, and said solemnly, "Help me, and help him. Anton, I don't need you to intervene in Osborne's affairs, I just want you to ensure his safety. As for the rest, you can let it go! Tony Stark was able to take charge of Stark Industries at the age of 21. Although Harry is several years younger than Tony was at that age, I believe Harry is just as capable!"

"If it's really for your son's good, I suggest you let him give up the fight for Osborne," Anton said.

"Even if Harry is willing to give up, they won't necessarily let him go," Norman smiled bitterly. "And without you, I'd let him give up everything and live as an ordinary person."

What do you mean?

Is this using myself as a nanny?

Anton squinted, and just as he was about to refuse, Norman continued, "No matter what the outcome, Osborne will be your strongest ally! Think about it, Anton! I beg you!"

It was clear that by "Osborne," Norman wasn't referring to the Osborne company, but the Osborne family. "I have an armed force privately—you could think of it as a private mercenary group... Since Harry knows the truth from Osborne Manor, it shows he's met with my people."

Norman's expression held concern, but there was also a touch of relief.

He said, "I can understand Harry's thoughts. You know, it's not that I don't want Harry to give up, but he's the one insisting!"

Anton gave Norman a deep look.

He could see the fatherly love and the pride in his son reflected in Norman's eyes, and his heart softened toward Norman.

"I can assure you that Harry's safety won't be an issue."

Anton pondered for a moment before answering, then turned and left.

"Thank you!"

Norman's eyes lit up as he watched Anton's retreating back. His tone was slightly excited, "Thank you, Anton!" Anton waved his hand behind him as he left the area.

In fact, Anton had a good impression of Harry—he was a friend of Spider-Man. As for Harry's safety, if he could help, Anton would be willing to step in even without Norman's request.

Besides, Anton now had a clone capable of acting autonomously.

With the growing accumulation, Arrow's fan value was just enough to support his short-term activities outside.

That being said, it was the perfect time to let the name of Arrow gain more recognition in New York!

After all, Batman needed to maintain his low profile and couldn't intervene in everything, but Arrow was different.

To the people in this world, Arrow was just a hot, low-profile version of Batman. Asking him to protect Harry and handle some matters with the Osborne Company wouldn't be a loss.

Otherwise, when the New York War comes and the Justice League is made public, how many people will even know who Arrow is?

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