American comics start with asking Iron Man a question.

The reason Doctor Strange couldn't learn it no matter what he tried wasn't because he lacked talent, but because his hands were crippled.

That must be it!

"So how did you repair the damaged nerves? How did you put the broken vertebrae back in place?"

on the screen.

The Ancient One's voice rang out, and she patiently guided Doctor Strange.

"Study hard and practice diligently, year after year," Doctor Strange said matter-of-factly.

The Ancient One didn't say much, only nodding to the side.

The meaning couldn't be clearer, child, this is the answer you've been looking for!

The camera then switched to a different scene.

After completing his theoretical lessons with the Ancient One, Doctor Strange resumed his practical training.

"Hey!"

"drink!"

In a plaza in Kamar-Taj, a group of Kamar-Taj students stood in formation, waving their arms in response to a magic teacher's commands.

In front of the other students, a magical shield materialized one after another, but in front of Doctor Strange, there was nothing at all.

Among all the trainees, he stood out like a chicken among cranes.

Even the slightest spark of inspiration is better than nothing.

"This is really embarrassing."

Even Strange, lying on his hospital bed, couldn't help but mutter aloud. If his hands weren't pinned in and fixed to a brace, he would definitely have covered his face with his hands.

It's unbearable to look at!

Although Strange knew that he had become "stupid" because his hands were crippled, the embarrassment would not disappear.

That's so embarrassing!

on the screen.

The scene continues.

"Skillful use of the slingshot is very important in magic. It can help us travel freely between different universes, but you need to concentrate your mind to make it tangible."

"Let your destination come to mind. Don't limit yourself to the world in front of you; imagine every detail!"

"The clearer the image in your mind, the faster the portal will appear!"

This lesson, however, was Baron Mordo teaching everyone how to open a portal.

As Baron Mordo explained, the crowd in the square began to stretch out their hands and draw circles in front of them.

As everyone continued to "gesture," one spatial door after another appeared.

This shouldn't be too difficult, as the other students gradually opened their spatial portals.

Only one person.

Doctor Strange.

Doctor Strange's face contorted as if he were constipated, and he struggled to gesture, but there was still nothing in front of him.

Only occasionally will a few scattered golden sparks appear.

It must be said that Doctor Strange has improved, from being completely empty to gesturing out some Martian shapes.

Chapter 301 The Ancient One Nearly Killed Doctor Strange

"Stop for a second!"

While Doctor Strange was practicing with great effort, Baron Mordo suddenly spoke up and stopped everyone's training.

It turned out that it was the Ancient One, accompanied by another monk, hurrying towards them.

“I would like to speak with Mr. Strange alone!” the Ancient One said to Baron Mordo and the other great masters.

"Clear the bar!"

Baron Mordo responded and then dismissed the other students.

In the vast plaza, only the Ancient One, the sorcerer beside her, Baron Mordo, and Doctor Strange remained.

"It's because of my hands!"

Doctor Strange was the first to explain to the Ancient One.

"It has nothing to do with your hands!"

The Ancient One, however, spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for argument.

"How could it be unrelated to my hand?" Doctor Strange retorted matter-of-factly.

If his hands hadn't been crippled, would he be in this state?

"Master Hamil!"

The Ancient One did not continue arguing with Doctor Strange, but instead called over another sorcerer she had brought with her.

Without saying a word, the sorcerer walked up to the Ancient One and then to Doctor Strange.

He stretched out his right hand and rolled up his left sleeve, revealing his left hand.

No, to be precise, it's my left arm.

The monk Hamil didn't have a left hand at all!

The wrist was broken!

"No way?"

Peter Parker couldn't help but exclaim. This mage Hamil doesn't even have hands, could he still cast spells?

"Impossible! This is definitely impossible!"

Strange, lying in his hospital bed, shook his head repeatedly, as if his intelligence had been greatly insulted.

The other respondents naturally realized what the Ancient One wanted the Mage Hamil to do, and they all felt it was a bit of a mess.

Can a person with a missing hand really perform magic?

The answer was soon revealed to everyone.

Then we saw Master Hamir stretch out his hands—no, I should say his arms—and begin to gesture.

As he gestured, an extremely complex and exquisite magical shield appeared before Doctor Strange.

Seeing how smoothly and effortlessly he performed the piece, everyone was speechless.

They were all provoked.

That's an exaggeration!

That's utter nonsense!

Even without hands, how can you still wield magic so skillfully?

Seeing the sorcerer Hamil's "brilliant performance," Doctor Strange was speechless and lowered his head deeply.

This is practically desecrating a corpse!

One second he was confidently saying that he couldn't learn it because his hand was injured, but the next second, the mage who didn't have hands showed him off.

That was a resounding slap in the face.

"Not because of his hands? Then why is Doctor Strange learning so slowly? Is Doctor Strange really that incompetent?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Peter Parker didn't think much of it and asked the question directly.

If the slow learning isn't due to my hands being crippled, then what could it be?

After all, apart from his hands being crippled, Doctor Strange is no different from anyone else.

The other participants in the meeting were also a little curious. Could Doctor Strange really be that stupid?

Or is it that you just haven't figured it out yet?

"Thank you, Master Hamil!"

on the screen.

The Ancient One dismissed "Master Yang Guo" and then continued to teach Doctor Strange, "You can't cut water with a knife; you need to learn to go with the flow and use the force as if it comes from within yourself."

"How can you control it when it's going with you?" Doctor Strange was dumbfounded. "This simply won't work."

"Everything in the world has its own way of operating. You have achieved success through your own intelligence and talent, but that's all."

The Ancient One spoke eloquently, "Wake up, Stephen, only by giving up your ego can you become strong."

At this point, the Ancient One raised her hand, opened a portal, and took Doctor Strange with her as they passed through.

Whoohoo!

A biting cold wind suddenly rushed towards my face, and the snowflakes blown up by the strong wind slapped haphazardly against my face.

Doctor Strange finds himself in a frozen wasteland.

"Wait, what is this..." Doctor Strange said with a look of surprise.

"Mount Everest!" Before the words were even finished, the Ancient One gave the answer first.

What was the Ancient One doing bringing Doctor Strange to Mount Everest?

Everyone watching on the screen was very confused.

However, considering the phrase "in a life-or-death situation" in the options, people vaguely guessed what was going on.

One by one, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment. If their guesses were correct, the Ancient One's teaching methods were simply too ruthless.

"It's beautiful! Isn't it?"

The Ancient One's voice rang out. She looked at the vast snow-capped mountains with an expression of admiring the beautiful scenery and spoke to Doctor Strange.