Superman

Luke, Saul and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the mage Lao Wang who is in charge of making breakfast hand pies, sat on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.

Below is a winding mountain path, and Strange is wearing the hard heavy armor that makes a "dong dong" sound when running.

The chest is like a bellows being pulled, and there is a wheezing sound.

After finally running to the destination, his legs were already weak, his standing was unstable, and he almost rolled down.

"Water! Give me a sip!"

Strange lifted his visor, his throat seemed to be on fire.

Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade, and handed over a freshly made finger cake by the way.

"Master Strange, your body is a bit weak. You are exhausted after only running five kilometers."

Saul was picking his teeth while making sarcastic remarks.

Even in another universe, his daily life has not changed much.

Karma Taj's wifi network speed is good, and there is no problem playing games online.

"I am a mage, not a berserker"

Strange retorted.

He thought that the training Luke had imposed on him was of no use at all.

The mages of Karma Taj will indeed practice physical skills to improve their ability to fight in close quarters.

But in the final analysis, spells and magic power are the most basic and important part.

Doing a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day, what is going on?

"Looks like it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Mage Strange."

Luke wiped his mouth clean, and said softly, "Throw all the attack spells you know at me."

what?

Strange was stunned, wondering if he heard it wrong.

It was the first time he had seen someone make such a request. What is the difference between this and suicide?

"you sure?"

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even for a high-level mage, without any protection, if he forcefully eats a few offensive spells, he will be half disabled even if he is not dead.

"Abandon your inner doubts, don't be like a bitch, don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"

Luke kept stimulating the other party's emotions, and said with a light smile: "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of melee mages is too one-sided and superficial, and you don't even know anything about real power."

"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hoggs, Oshutu, and Agomuda, call the divine light of Emperor Weishan and gather the holy sword!"

Strange pursed his lips and said no more.

Sparks of magic spewed out and quickly turned into a long sword, held in his hand.

"Wang, you want to testify for me, this is what he asked for!"

Holding the holy sword in his hand, Strange chopped off his head.

Although he was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving, his attack speed was not slow.

The red long sword cut through the air and landed on Luke's shoulder.

Click!

Like fragile porcelain colliding with hard steel.

Instantly shattered and cracked open.

"The scarlet chains of Cytorak!"

Strange didn't believe in evil, and cast another spell.

The tough chains emitting crimson light tightly bound Luke who was standing still, and then shrank tightly.

"Are you tickling, Strange?"

Luke just struggled with his arms, and the crimson chains tied to his body were broken and turned into pieces.

Strange was already stunned, he didn't feel the slightest magical breath.

In other words, Superman resisted layers of attacks by virtue of his extraordinary physique.

"This is impossible"

Strange couldn't believe it, isn't the power of magic enough to shake human flesh and blood?

"I understand your feelings, but that's the truth. It's important to hone your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."

Luke taught earnestly.

"However, staying fit and exercising are also crucial."

"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary strength, otherwise how can you bear the price of casting spells?"

Strange was quite touched. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand! I'm going to run right away!"

dong dong!dong dong dong!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was half dead from exhaustion, only felt full of strength.

Facing the rising sun, start running.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Seeing the figure disappearing on the mountain road, Sol asked curiously.

"I'm just talking about my own experience. Whether it works or not, Strange needs to practice it himself."

Luke pouted, answering vaguely.

New York City, downtown.

Casillas, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.

He had no entourage and was alone.

Deep in the alley, there is a wall.

The hand with the hanging ring moved slowly, and magical sparks jumped out, forming a circle.

Casillas walked in with a blank expression, and the lively atmosphere rushed over.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and something weird, was choking.

This is a bar.

It's like it's Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.

Some of them were dressed in court costumes during the Middle Ages, wearing long skirts with bright colors and intricate patterns, and sitting in the corner.

Some looked like natives of the rainforest, with collars made of animal teeth and painted faces.

There are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, as well as monks in vintage robes.

This is "No Door Bar".

As the name suggests, it has no gates for entry and exit.

So, those guests who can sit at the table to drink and chat.

They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.

"A shot of tequila, a deal."

Casillas walked to the bar counter like no one else, ignoring the complex eyes that were either shocked or vigilant.

He is a recent man of the hour, a defector from Karma Taj, a fallen mage who took refuge in Domamu.

Of course, the most shocking thing is the news that he murdered the Supreme Mage and injured him.

This completely caused a sensation in the magic world, and the demons who descended to hell and the holy spirits who ascended to heaven have all heard of it.

The Supreme Mage Battle, which arrived ahead of schedule, even touched the nerves of all those in the know.

In any case, the name Casillas has spread.

He represents endless trouble, because the sanctuary mage has launched a siege and hunted down.

He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that there is a dimensional demon standing behind this person.

"Sorry, I'm not in this business."

The bartender was an old man in a top hat, waistcoat and white shirt.

"This glass of tequila is my treat, leave immediately after drinking."

Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the spirits and said softly, "Monarch, you are a famous magic prince, and you are also afraid of the Three Sanctuaries?"

The old man named "Monarch" was once a powerful mage who was active in World War II and fought against the evil wizards of the Axis powers.

Later, he opened a bar and entered into retirement life.

"Oh, don't use such tricks."

Monarch sneered and wiped the bar.

"Of course I'm afraid of the three sanctuaries, which symbolize absolute order and a commandment that cannot be violated."

"Even the old guy Mephisto is afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the demon god hidden in the dimension has been expelled."

"Then why can't I be afraid, a bad old man like me?"

Casillas was silent for a moment, took out a dozen gold coins from his pocket, and threw them on the bar.

The crisp sound of jingling is quite pleasing to the ear.

"Ha, what a generosity! After following the new master, he has become more generous."

Monarch recognized at a glance that it was Aztec's cursed gold coin.

It is said that the resentful souls with undead attached to them will be cursed as long as they violate their oaths.

Once there was a gang of pirates who robbed merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.

Thus became undead, in the torment of eternal hunger and thirst, never satisfied.

For mages, this is a valuable collectible, as well as a medium for spellcasting.

"It's still the same sentence, I don't do this business."

Monarch just glanced twice, then looked away.

"I know what you're going to ask, Casillas."

"A defector from Karma Taj, thinking of participating in the battle for the supreme mage."

"Heh, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?"

Casillas' expression remained unchanged, he leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "Monarch, there is a page of the curse of the dark god book in my arms, if you insist on not doing business, then I will take it out , placed on the bar."

"You should be very clear about how attractive Sithorn's dark magic is to the people in this bar."

"If they get into a fight, you're probably going to have to redecorate your bar."

Monarch's complexion was uncertain, and after a while, he gave Casillas a hard look and said, "You won, you damn bastard!"

"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the Supreme Mage Battle!"

Casillas nodded slightly and said softly, "Deal."

A few minutes later, he came out again from the wall in the dark alley, holding an additional list written in secret in his hand.

"Mordo, Doctor Voodoo, Mystery, Loki Stephen Strange?"

Casillas sneered, the guy at the end, are you sure he wasn't here to be funny?

A low-level rookie who has only been in Karma Taj for two years, but also wants to win the position of supreme mage?

"It's really ignorant."

Casillas raised his hand, and the list caught fire and was burned to ashes.