American comics: Incredible comprehension, hand-crafted forbidden spells

When Master Wang rushed to the fighting arena with Modu, they found the meditation room empty.

Looking at the sky outside, it was almost lunchtime. Lin Jie was probably going to the cafeteria or back to his dorm to rest.

The two had no choice but to wait in the quiet room.

This wait lasted for more than an hour.

The two stared at each other, neither in the mood to speak, each harboring their own doubts.

Mo Du was full of suspicion, while Master Wang was anxious and wished he could drag Lin Jie over right now to verify his identity.

Just as the two were getting sleepy from waiting, footsteps finally came from outside the door.

Lin Jie pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that both of them were there, he bowed and said, "Senior Brother, Master Wang."

"Hmm." The two of them remained calm and composed, responding with a nonchalant tone.

In my mind, I was already furious: You finally came! If you hadn't come, we'd both be sitting here and dying!

Mo Du forced down his impatience, stretched his stiff neck, and slowly walked up to Lin Jie.

"I just heard from Wang that you were bored last night and used alchemy to forge a sword?"

Mordo tried his best to make his tone sound like he was chatting casually.

"Oh, yeah." Lin Jie scratched his head and smiled easily. "Just practicing for fun because I was bored."

Just casually practicing for fun?!

Upon hearing this, Master Wang, who was standing behind, instantly turned a deep purple.

Can you really conjure up the legendary sword in the stone just by playing around?

How the hell are those sorcerers in Kamar-Taj who have dedicated their lives to alchemy supposed to survive?!

This is what you call just playing around?!

Modu sneered inwardly.

Just playing around?

It seems that Wang's eyesight is really failing.

The sword in the stone was destroyed along with ancient Britain hundreds of years ago.

Even if you have exceptional talent, how could you possibly create an ancient artifact of that level out of thin air?

At most, it's just a high-quality replica made based on illustrations in ancient books!

"Is that so?" Mordo's lips curled into a forced smile. "Now that you've forged it, let your senior brother take a look and see what you think of its quality."

"Sure." Lin Jie nodded without hesitation.

He drew a golden circle in the air with his hand behind his back, and then reached into it.

next second.

A heavy sword with an ancient design and an air of endless majesty appeared before Mordo, carried by Lin Jie with one hand.

The moment he saw the sword, Mordo's pupils contracted sharply, and his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

this......

The design, the texture, even the subtle magical fluctuations flowing across the sword are exactly the same as those recorded in ancient books!

Mordo stared intently at the string of golden inscriptions on the sword, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

so similar!

It looks like it was just pulled out of a book!

Could it be that this kid really copied the Sword in the Stone from the blueprints one-to-one?

However, they may look alike.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, you still have to take it out for a spin.

The Sword in the Stone is called the Sword of Kings because it has an extremely domineering passive attribute: Only a king can draw it!

If you don't gain the sword's approval, even if you have the strength to lift a mountain, you absolutely cannot lift this sword even a fraction of its weight!

"Lin Jie, give me the sword, let me take a closer look." Mordo was determined to weigh it in his hands himself.

If he can even lift it, this sword is a fake!

"Okay, here you go." Lin Jie handed over the sword hilt without much thought.

Mordo didn't even use any magical energy; he simply stretched out his hands to catch it.

Upon seeing this, Master Wang behind him shook his head in fright, but it was too late to stop him.

The moment Lin Jie let go.

Modu hadn't even had a chance to say a word.

"thump!"

A muffled thud.

Modu felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on him, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Lin Jie without any warning!

His hands were still in the posture of holding the sword, pressed firmly to the stone ground.

This turn of events happened so fast that even Modu himself was stunned.

"Senior Brother?!" Lin Jie was startled and quickly took half a step back. "What are you doing?!"

Looking at Modu kneeling in front of him, hands on the ground, head almost buried in his crotch, Lin Jie's mind was filled with big question marks.

Why are you suddenly giving such a grand salute?

This is so unconventional!

"Senior Brother, it's not a holiday or anything, and you suddenly kneel down before me. Isn't that against the rules of Kamar-Taj?" Lin Jie was embarrassed and at a loss for what to do.

Little did Lin Jie know that Mo Du had no intention of kneeling before him at all.

He really can't get up!

The instant Lin Jie released his grip, Mo Du felt as if he had caught not a sword, but a solid iron meteorite!

That terrifying weight instantly pierced through his arm strength defenses, slamming his hands hard into the ground, causing his entire body to fall to his knees uncontrollably.

The worst part is that Mordo's ten fingers are now pinned down by this damned sword!

The ten fingers are connected to the heart!

The excruciating pain brought tears to Modu's eyes, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, preventing him from uttering a single word.

He desperately channeled the magical energy within his body, trying to move the sword even a millimeter away.

It's no use! It doesn't budge at all!

This sword seems to have taken root in the ground!

"Senior brother, get up quickly, the ground is cold."

Seeing that Mo Du hadn't made a move for a while, Lin Jie couldn't help but urge him again.

Mordo: ......

God! Kill me! Do you think I don't want to get up?!

Seeing that Mo Du remained silent, Lin Jie turned to Master Wang, his face full of doubt: "Master Wang, what's wrong with Senior Brother? Did he have an epileptic seizure?"

Master Wang: ......

Master Wang certainly knew what was going on. Mo Du was definitely being suppressed by the Sword in the Stone.

But he absolutely could not say it to Lin Jie's face.

If this kid knew that he had created a real ancient artifact, wouldn't he be strutting around like crazy?

What if he takes this sword out and starts slashing around? That would be terrible!

Master Wang coughed twice and forced out an excuse: "Ahem... well, your senior brother isn't having a relapse. He's... uh... using a special ancient method to weigh this sword."

"Weighing it?" Lin Jie's eyes widened. "Weighing it while kneeling? What kind of bizarre method is that?"

"Hmm... this is Senior Brother's unique quirk, you'll get used to it." Master Wang continued to deceive him, forcing himself to stay calm.

Lin Jie's lips twitched violently as he looked at Mo Du kneeling on the ground with disbelief: "Senior Brother, is this how you usually measure the weight of weapons?"

Modu now feels like he wants to die.

He cursed Master Wang in his heart: "You old bastard! How could you betray your senior brother like this?!"

But in order to preserve the last bit of dignity of his senior brother, Mo Du could only endure the excruciating pain in his ten fingers, hold back his tears of frustration, and nod with difficulty.

"Oh...I see." Lin Jie suddenly understood and patted Mo Du on the shoulder understandingly. "Then, Senior Brother, you can continue testing. Take your time, there's no rush."

Continue testing?!

If I keep testing like this, my hand will be completely ruined!

Mordo's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He believed it! This time he truly believed it! This was absolutely the real Sword in the Stone!

Despite the excruciating pain, Mo Du's voice trembled and distorted as he forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "Lin...Lin Jie...you...you help me...move the sword away for a moment...my...my legs...are numb from kneeling..."