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Chapter 158 Old Enemy
Facing Michael's intrusion, Master Mordo's expression was absolutely not close to "welcome".He stared straight at Michael, and said in a disgusted tone: “What are you still doing here now?”

Although Master Modu is also a mage with good talent, he is a guy who follows the rules.He can't bear to break the routine and challenge the laws of nature, even if the object is his mentor.Unfortunately, when Michael and he were still in the same school, he was a guy who often liked to take a slanted sword and take an unusual path.In Mordo's words, Michael is a person who has no faith and no awe. He often warns Michael that if he continues to play his own way and play tricks on the rules, sooner or later he will be retaliated by the rules.

Conversely, Michael certainly didn't like this rigid mage with only one tendon in his head.There is only such a simple straight line in Modu's brain. His thoughts and all behavior rules follow this straight line, just like a car speeding on the highway, and he also likes to force other people to follow him. work according to the rules.

What annoys Mordo even more is that even the Supreme Master seems to turn a blind eye to some of Michael's "extraordinary" behaviors (in Modu's view).Michael often used ways he couldn't understand to modify spell formulas, and tried to replace the normal spell-casting process with a bunch of high-tech gadgets that he thought were "demon heretics".He even found out once or twice that Michael had distorted some white magic formulas that were originally upright, and the magic circle he constructed revealed an evil aura that disgusted him very much.He went to complain to the supreme mage, but Gu Yi didn't care about it, so he had to give up.

Mo Du had long felt that Gu Yi always favored Michael on purpose, but he had always treated Gu Yi like a god, and never dared to be stubborn about her intentions.But now his faith has collapsed, and he finds out that the image of the teacher he admired the most is far from perfect as he imagined, so his past anger and dissatisfaction surged back, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

"I'm here because of your mess." Michael stopped in front of the two of them, "The temple has fallen, darkness has fallen, and someone has to come out to solve the problem."

Modu stared at him coldly: "Since when did you care about this? I remember you said that you were not interested in the duty of protecting the world. You are an emotionless guy, a cold-blooded animal. Why, when the world is destroyed Then you suddenly cared?"

"I came here to help because my mentor asked me to." Michael looked at him indifferently, "Although I have many differences with her, she is still my mentor, and I still respect her very much. So I'm here for the ancient one, it has nothing to do with you. If you refuse to cooperate, then you remember where the exit is. No one is forcing you to continue fighting for the temple, and you are not actually in this battle As indispensable as you think, Mage Mordu."

"Uh, actually, I think the power of Mage Mordo might be really important." Strange interrupted.

Modu took a step forward and stood face to face with Michael.He shot suddenly, and the five fingers of his right hand rested on Michael's right shoulder.

This looks like a simple grasp, but it is actually a very powerful grasping hand in mage fighting.Modu's movement hides several backhands. As long as the person caught by him wants to make any moves, he can immediately use the corresponding backhand to subdue the opponent on the spot.

Michael glanced at him: "Do you want to fight?"

"I have sworn to defend the temple with my life. All of us have sworn, except you." Modu said in a deep voice, "So if anyone should get out of here, it is you."

Michael didn't answer, but his body moved suddenly.His right shoulder that was being pressed sank, and his right hand pierced out from below. At the moment when Mo Du made the last half move, he caught the flaw in his movement, and his arm came out from between his arms, and his five fingers rested on Mo Du's back. degrees on the shoulders.As soon as he spit out his fingertips, the strength of Modu's entire arm suddenly leaked like a punctured balloon, and he couldn't exert any strength.

It is exactly the same move as Modu, except that Michael only used the second half of this set of moves, and combined it with the first half of another grappling technique.Although Modu has a high level of comprehension and is quick to learn, all the spells and fighting moves he has learned are all rigid. Every move and every move strictly follows the rules and regulations, and he is completely ignorant of flexibility, so he will never be able to combine the two moves like Michael did just now. Skillfully turned into a trick to use.

With a low growl, Modu swung his arm away from his hand on his shoulder, and then punched him in the face.Michael pushed his punch away with his right palm, and hit him with an elbow, knocking him to the chest and making him stagger back, and the force penetrating into his chest made him feel breathless.

"I don't want to fight with you, Modu." Michael straightened his shirt, "but if you insist, I'd be happy to teach you a lesson for Master Ancient One."

Mo Dufei stepped forward, roared violently, and attacked with fists and palms.Although Modu's thinking is simple and straight-forward, he is willing to endure hardships and stand hard work, and he practices more diligently than anyone else. In addition, his own understanding is not bad, and he can practice decently. He can be regarded as a high-end combat power among Kama Taj mages.

Michael stood still, he had only met Modu two times, and his skill had already suppressed Modu in turn.Mo Du gritted his teeth and tried his best to develop what he had learned all his life. He displayed his magic and combat skills to the fullest, but he was still unable to break through the suppression.He felt that all his punches and kicks seemed to hit an invisible iron wall, and the pressure was fed back like overwhelming, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.

With a swipe of his left hand, Michael sent Modu's astonishingly powerful punch to the lower left and missed it.With a catch with his right palm, he caught Modu's punch from the front.Following him, he kicked his legs, took advantage of Modu's fist and was kicked in the front by Jie Jie's wide open gap, causing him to somersault backwards.

Michael didn't pursue him either, and stood where he was, putting his hands back into the pockets of his windbreaker.

"You never beat me in the past, Modu." He said lightly, "And after such a long time, I haven't even seen the slightest improvement from you."

Mo Du was so angry that his expression changed.He jumped up, formed seals with his hands, sparks flew in his hands, and cast a short spell stick.He put on a stance, making a gesture to charge, but Michael neither dodged nor had the intention of forging a weapon to resist, but just stood there calmly.

In the end it was Stephen Strange who stood in front of Mordo.

"enough!"

"Get out of the way, Strange!" Mordo yelled, "This is between me and him!"

"Wake up, Mordo. Dormammu is about to destroy the world, and he is here to help!" Strange yelled, pressing his shoulders. "You said you would fight to the death to defend the Temple, now But can't you even tolerate a little personal grudge?"

Mordo stopped moving.His expression changed several times in a row, and finally he lowered his arm, and the magic stick in his hand turned into sparks and gradually dissipated.

(End of this chapter)