American comics: Incredible comprehension, hand-crafted forbidden spells

Although shocked, Master Wang quickly calmed down.

After all, everyone acknowledges that Lin Jie has an abnormally high level of comprehension.

Although alchemy has a high barrier to entry, it is not a particularly complex form of magic. Lin Jie learned it in a day or two, which is consistent with his usual style.

However, what Master Wang was most curious about now was what exactly Lin Jie had refined.

"You were bored late last night, so you flipped through some books and tried it out casually?" Master Wang swallowed hard. "What kind of sword did you make? Let me see it."

Lin Jie shrugged, his tone casual: "It's just a pretty ordinary sword. If you want to see it, I'll get it right now."

After saying that, Lin Jie raised his hand and drew a small circle in the air, then grabbed the sword from the dormitory and handed it to Master Wang.

Without much thought, Master Wang reached out and caught it with one hand.

But the moment the sword hilt touched his hand, Master Wang's expression changed drastically.

This sword is ridiculously heavy!

It feels like it weighs a ton!

Caught off guard, Master Wang's wrist suddenly sank downwards, and he couldn't hold on at all.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the sword slammed straight into the ground, its blade instantly embedding itself in the hard stone slab!

"This..." Master Wang blushed, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into the ground.

How embarrassing! How could a great mage like myself not even be able to hold a sword?

It makes it look like muscle weakness.

"Ahem... My hand slipped, my hand slipped." Master Wang explained with an embarrassed laugh, bending down to prepare to pull the sword out with both hands.

But when his gaze fell on the sword...

Master Wang froze completely, as if he had been electrocuted.

This sword...!!

I hadn't paid close attention before, but now that the sword is stuck in the ground, the majestic and ancient aura of a king emanating from it sent shivers down Master Wang's spine.

That look! That aura!

How come it looks exactly like the King's Sword described in ancient books?!

According to the oldest parchment scrolls in the Kamar-Taj Library.

This sword is most likely the legendary Sword in the Stone!

Legend has it that in medieval Britain, on Christmas Eve, a large square stone suddenly appeared in the churchyard with a sword stuck in it.

The inscription in gold around it reads: "Whoever can pull this sword from the stone will be king of all England."

Later, a young man named Arthur pulled out the sword and became the legendary King Arthur!

Master Wang's breathing became rapid, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Lin...Lin Jie...this sword...did you really forge it yourself?!"

Lin Jie nodded, his face completely innocent: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

boom!

It felt like an atomic bomb had exploded in Master Wang's mind, making a constant buzzing sound.

Amazing!

This is absolutely divine intervention!

To confirm his guess, Master Wang practically lay on the ground, staring intently at the strange, ancient inscriptions on the sword.

The inscription translates to: Only the king can pull the sword out of the rock.

Even the inscriptions are exactly the same!

Master Wang was now 99% certain.

No!

I need to go to the library one last time to double-check!

"Lin Jie, you stay here and work on your spatial powers! I have some urgent business to attend to, I'll be right back!"

Before he finished speaking, Master Wang scrambled to his feet and ran headlong toward the library without looking back.

The speed was so fast it was as if a ghost was chasing him.

He was so anxious that he even forgot to open a portal and escape.

Lin Jie was completely dumbfounded as he watched Master Wang's retreating figure.

"Why are you running so fast? Does your stomach hurt?" Lin Jie scratched his head, spread his hands, and indicated that he couldn't understand.

He stepped forward, easily pulled the sword in the stone from the ground, casually tossed it back into his dormitory, then sat cross-legged and continued to ponder the spatial power taught by the Ancient One.

......

Kamar-Taj, the library.

"Bang!"

Master Wang burst through the heavy wooden door like a cannonball, knocking over several chairs along the way without even bothering to catch them.

"King Arthur...the sword in the stone..."

Master Wang muttered incantations as he frantically searched through the vast sea of ​​bookshelves, relying on his memory.

Soon, he pulled out a yellowed ancient book.

After quickly checking the illustrations and records of the Sword in the Stone, Master Wang collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

This is terrible! This is going to kill me!

That kid Lin Jie actually used alchemy to conjure a legendary sword in a stone out of thin air!

What's most infuriating is that this kid casually said it was a "very ordinary" sword!

You call this an ordinary magical artifact?!

This is the Sword in the Stone, one of the Ten Holy Swords!

You can create a divine artifact of this caliber just by casually flipping through an introductory book?

This is a hundred times more terrifying than the Eternal Spear in his hand!

Master Wang really wants to cry right now.

Is there any justice left in this world? Is there any law left?

Lin Jie's comprehension is so high that he's practically leaving no way out for other mages!

Legend has it that the sword in the stone disappeared completely into the annals of history after King Arthur's death, and that sword was imbued with powerful magic from ancient times.

The one Lin Jie built now.

Is it just a counterfeit product that looks good but is actually worthless?

Or... does it truly possess the power of ancient magic?

The more Master Wang thought about it, the more terrified he became, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

No, this is too big a deal for him to handle. We must go and discuss it with Senior Brother Modu right away!

......

At this moment, at the Kamar-Taj training grounds.

Mordo had just finished instructing the trainee mages on the new moves when he suddenly remembered that Thor, that troublesome fellow, was still locked up in the interdimensional portal.

He sighed and drew a portal.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang.

Thor, bound like a dumpling by scarlet chains, slammed face down onto the stone floor of the training ground.

"Damn mortal mage! I was falling down inside for a full thirty minutes! And my hands were tied!"

As soon as Thor landed, he immediately roared furiously at the top of his lungs.

Modu frowned, his face darkening: "Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson."

As he spoke, Mordo raised his right hand, as if to throw Thor in again to experience freefall.

Thor panicked completely and quickly admitted defeat: "No, no, no! I've thought it through! I promise I'll train well! I definitely won't cause any trouble!"

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

With Thor's hammer gone, I'm now a toothless tiger; it's best to play it safe for now.

"Now that you've figured it out, go and train with the apprentice mage."

Mordo put away the scarlet chains and gave a cold command.

Thor got up from the ground, stretched his sore joints, and was still somewhat unconvinced: "You want me to train with an apprentice mage? With my strength as the prince of Asgard, shouldn't I at least train with that bald guy named Ancient One?"

Mordo's lips twitched violently: "That's the Sorcerer Supreme! The Supreme Commander of Kamar-Taj! Her status on Earth is like your father's in Asgard! Who do you think you are?"

Thor awkwardly pursed his lips: "Then I'll compromise and train with that senior brother named Lin Jie, okay?"

Mordo looked at Thor with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

With your brain full of muscle and your IQ, you think you can train with Lin Jie?

"Do you still want to go in and fall down?" Mordo's eyes flashed with sternness.

"No, no, I think it's better to practice with the trainee mage."

Thor's expression changed in an instant, and he dashed into the line of apprentices.

Modu sighed helplessly; leading this bunch of oddballs was practically shortening his lifespan.

Just then, a piercing cry came from afar: "Senior Brother! Something terrible has happened!"