Superman

Chapter 243 of the main volume of American Comics' Superman: Qualified Mage: Full Points of Life, Stamina and Defense. In Kama Taj's living quarters, Strange woke up from his sleep.

"Are you up?"

Before he could fully open his gloomy eyes, a smiling voice suddenly sounded.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Strange was startled and subconsciously shrank to the corner of the bed, leaning against the wall in a defensive posture.

He has always lived alone, so when he heard other people's voices unexpectedly, he inevitably overreacted.

"I say, Strange, no one who is timid can become the Supreme Mage."

The man said jokingly.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

Looking along the sound, Strange discovered that it was his contractor, the high-level mage who called himself "Superman".

He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the sky outside the window. A hint of fish belly white appeared slightly, it was not very late.

"It only takes twenty minutes. Kama Taj's breakfast tastes pretty good, although it's a bit bland, but I eat a lot of fish and meat every day, so I might as well try the porridge and side dishes."

Luke put down the "Encyclopedia of Magic", showed his young face, and said with a smile: "The battle for the Supreme Mage is about to begin. With all due respect, Mage Strange, with your current strength, you can't even get a ticket to enter.

arrive."

"Your senior brother Modu stayed up all night, practicing ascetic practices, while you were lying on the bed and sleeping. It's no wonder that other people in Kamal Taj don't think highly of you."

Hearing the heart-wrenching words of his contractor, Strange lowered his head, feeling a little frustrated.

He shrugged and said: "I never thought about becoming the Supreme Mage, I just... wanted to give it a try."

"Furthermore, I heard Old Wang say that the Supreme Mage can make a request to Emperor Weishan."

"I want to heal my hands..."

Luke raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

No matter which universe he is in, Strange's hands have never been truly cured.

"Next time you enter someone else's bedroom, remember to knock."

Strange calmed down his depressed mood and stepped out of bed. With a casual move, the red cloak hanging on the hanger flew over automatically.

This is the only magic weapon he owns, a flexible cloak that seems to have its own consciousness.

Compared to Mordo's Crusher Scepter, Skullopener Battle Ax, Cleaver Greatsword... and other such sharp weapons, they are simply far behind.

"The Supreme Mage left you here yesterday. Did he have any secrets to tell you?"

Strange washed up and asked curiously.

He felt that Luke's identity was becoming more and more mysterious, and he did not look like an ordinary high-level mage.

"Just a normal chat."

Luke kept it a secret and didn't let Strange know that he was the chosen one.

What if this guy swells up and causes the Supreme Mage Contest to overturn.

Doctor Strange has always had this kind of record, sometimes being reliable and sometimes being off the mark.

Especially after joining the Illuminati, he and Iron Man became the engine of destruction for the Earth.

Triggered all kinds of big events!

"Heh, are you a famous archmage in history?"

Strange didn't believe it, but instead guessed.

He originally only searched for the whereabouts of Kamal Taj in order to heal his hands and return to normal life.

But after seeing the wonder of the magic palace and the vastness of the dimensional world.

He no longer thought about returning to the secular world, but gradually became addicted to various magic techniques and new knowledge.

In this regard, Strange is different from himself in the movie universe.

He is more proactive and more willing to take responsibility.

"I have promised Master Ancient One to help you win this highly anticipated battle."

Luke looked serious and said calmly: "So, Master Strange, you have to cheer up and prepare for the next training."

"train?"

A look of surprise appeared on Strange's face. Among the ascetic masters of Karma Taj, he was already considered diligent and hard-working.

In addition to the fixed three to four hours of meditation every day, I also go to the library to study various white magic, and practice fighting and physical skills.

In the craziest stage, Strange didn't even have time to sleep.

After his body fell asleep, his soul left his body and continued reading. This was actually a test of his mental strength, and it also confirmed that he indeed had extraordinary talents.

Compared to Modou, Casillas, and Strange just lack enough time.

If this battle for the Supreme Mage had not come so early, maybe he would have been more confident and his attitude towards it would have been more calm.

"Are you going to teach me a more powerful spell, or do you have any quick method?"

Strange couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard that Luke was going to give him special training.

In his opinion, any high-level mage will have a unique secret skill that is the best in the world.

For example, Mordo.

As the great disciple of Ancient One, he is not only proficient in the white magic of the "Book of Emperor Weishan", but is also good at black magic such as summoning and cursing.

When it comes to combat effectiveness, few Kamal Taj can rival him.

"I think Ancient One said that when you stepped into Kama Taj."

Luke shook his head. Strange was not himself. He had a ready-made template for Magical Superman. If he wanted to get started in three days, the possibility of quick success in five days was too low.

"When you face an opponent and want to punch him, the harder you punch, the more damage you will get."

"Just like an ordinary punch, it will cause physical pain to the person applying the force, so what is the cost of releasing a magic?"

"These words should be familiar to you, right?"

Strange nodded. He was learning the first attack spell, Cytorak's Scarlet Chain.

Gu Yi specifically did not remind him that there would be a price for casting spells.

Therefore, Strange practiced and used it repeatedly without restraint.

A week later, he began to vomit crazily, almost vomiting out all the food he had eaten, digestive residues, and even gastric juices.

For two full days, Strange was unable to eat normally and could only lie down next to the toilet to deal with the desire to vomit anytime and anywhere.

This is the heavy price of over-casting!

A lesson that will remain fresh in your memory!

"So, there is no quick way to become a mage."

Luke said calmly.

"Unless you want to sell your soul to Mephisto or Dormammu, you can only do it honestly, one step at a time, and take your time."

Strange curled his lips, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

As a top student who graduated from medical school and a representative of the elite class, he is actually more accustomed to taking shortcuts.

"Then how long did it take you to become a high-level mage?"

Strange asked casually.

"Five days."

Luke answered.

"..."

Is there no shortcut?

Can't do it quickly?

Strange's eyes widened with a shocked expression of "You're kidding me."

"Ahem, I'm rather... special."

Luke seemed a little embarrassed. He couldn't help it. Who said he was so good?

"However, I have other ways for you to win the battle for hegemony."

In order to change the topic, Luke threw out a very attractive bargaining chip.

…

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after an hour.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps sounded in the square.

The ground shook and the stone bricks cracked, as if a giant elephant had stepped on it.

"Are you sure this will allow me to get a ticket to enter the venue and become a candidate for the Supreme Mage Contest?"

Strange said angrily.

His whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, from head to toe, not a single bit was exposed.

Both hands carried a huge square shield as thick as a wall, enough to block the entire person.

"Of course. This can effectively increase your survival rate and prevent you from being eliminated by your opponent in the first place."

Luke nodded and said seriously.

As a qualified mage, of course, you must increase your life, endurance and defense.

As for spells, just click on one Holy Light Illumination at most.

"But when I put on this sturdy heavy armor, it's very difficult for me to move. I can't cast spells quickly and join the battle!"

Strange was panting and said with difficulty.

He has not yet reached the level of a berserker. He is not tall or burly.

All in all, the physique is slightly lacking.

It's not easy to hold up this heavy armor.

"Fighting? You are a newbie who is not even a high-level mage, and you still want to join a group?"

Luke asked pretending to be surprised.

"Master Strange, it seems that your understanding of yourself is still lacking."

"Remember! The only thing you have to do is to ensure that you survive and don't get kicked out."

"Because if the candidate fails, the contractor will lose the qualification to continue fighting."

Luke asked Strange to put on a suit of heavy armor and carry a shield with both hands, not out of teasing or joking.

In his opinion, the other party only needs to hide behind him silently and wait for the result of winning.

As for other aspects?

Superman is capable of solving all problems, crushing all obstacles, and defeating all enemies.

Facing the candidates who may appear in the battle for hegemony, the strength of those legendary mages, hell creatures, and Strange is too disparate.

What he wants to do is add attribute points to his life, endurance and defense to ensure that he can survive.

Otherwise, no matter how strong Superman is.

As long as Strange is eliminated, he will lose the qualification to continue fighting.

"Starting from today, you have to do a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups every day, and by the way, run ten kilometers."

Luke said seriously.

"And even while wearing this heavy armor! Keep up this training!"