Superman

"Hurry up! Strange, don't dawdle!"

There was a misty light in the sky, and a loud voice sounded in Kama Taj.

"Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this sissy who is even weaker than your eighty-year-old grandma and doesn't look like a mage at all."

Luke, Thor and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the mage Lao Wang who was responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, were sitting on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.

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

His chest was like a bellows, making a wheezing sound.

After finally reaching his destination, his legs were already weak, he was unsteady and almost rolled down.

"Water! Give me...a drink!"

Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning.

Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake.

"Master Strange, your body is a little weak. You have only run five kilometers and you are already exhausted."

Sol picked his teeth and made sarcastic remarks.

Even after arriving in another universe, his daily life did not change much.

Kama Taj's wifi has good speed and there is no problem playing games online.

"I am a mage, not a berserker..."

Strange retorted.

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

The magicians of Kama Taj can indeed practice physical skills to improve their close combat capabilities.

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

What does it mean to do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day?

"It seems it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange."

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

What?

Strange acted as if he was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly.

This was the first time he saw someone making such a request. What was the difference between this and suicide?

"you sure?"

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even a high-level mage can survive a few attack spells without any protection, and he will still be half disabled even if he is not dead.

"Abandon your inner doubts and don't be like a sissy. Don't you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward at heart?"

Luke continued to stimulate the opponent's emotions and chuckled: "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of the 'Melee Mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about the real power."

"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hogs, Oshutu, and Agamodha, call upon the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!"

Strange pursed his lips and said no more.

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

"King, you have to testify for me. This is all what he asked for!"

Strange held the sacred sword in his hand and chopped it off on the head.

Although he is wearing heavy armor and has difficulty moving, his attack speed is not slow.

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

Click!

Like fragile porcelain hitting hard steel.

It shattered instantly and fell apart.

"This... the scarlet chain of Cytorak!"

Strange did not believe in evil and cast another spell.

The tough chains that emitted a crimson light tightly bound Luke who stood motionless, and then contracted tightly.

"Are you tickling someone, Strange?"

Luke just moved his arms, causing the crimson chains tied to his body to break inch by inch and turn into pieces.

Strange was stunned, he didn't sense the slightest magical aura.

In other words, Superman relied on his extraordinary physique to withstand attacks at all levels.

"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 fact. It's important to temper your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."

Luke taught earnestly and thoughtfully.

"But it's also important to keep fit and exercise regularly."

"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary strength. Otherwise, how can you afford the cost of casting spells?"

Strange was quite touched. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand! I'll go for a run right now!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was half exhausted, felt full of strength all over his body.

Facing the rising sun, start running.

"What you said...are all the truth?"

Looking at the figure disappearing into the mountain road, Sol asked curiously.

"I'm just speaking out about my own experience. Whether it's effective or not requires Strange to put it into practice."

Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.

…

…

New York City, downtown.

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

He had no entourage, he was alone.

Deep in the alley is a wall.

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

Casillas walked in expressionlessly, and the lively atmosphere hit him.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and some weird smell, makes people feel suffocated.

This is a bar.

It looked like it was Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests sitting inside.

Some are in medieval court attire, wearing long skirts with bright colors and complicated patterns, sitting in the corner.

Some of them look like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing collars made of animal teeth and with oil paint on their faces.

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

This is the "No Door Bar".

As the name suggests, it has no entrance or exit gates.

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

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

"A glass of tequila, a business."

Casillas walked to the bar as if there was no one around, ignoring the complicated looks that were either shocked or wary.

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

Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he plotted against the Supreme Mage and caused him to be injured.

This completely caused a sensation in the magical world, and everyone from the devils in hell to the Holy Spirit in heaven heard about it.

The battle for supremacy among the Supreme Mage, which has arrived in advance, has touched the nerves of all those who know about it.

No matter what, the name Casillas has been spread.

He represents endless trouble, because the Sanctuary mage has launched an encirclement and hunt.

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

"Sorry, I don't do this business."

The bartender is an old man wearing a top hat, vest and white shirt.

"I'll treat you to this glass of tequila, and leave immediately after drinking it."

Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the liquor that was served and said softly: "Monarch, you are the famous 'Prince of Magic', how can you be afraid of the three holy places?"

The old man named "Monak" was once a powerful wizard who was active during World War II and fought against the evil sorcerers of the Axis powers.

Later, he opened a bar and entered retirement life.

"Oh, don't use this trick."

Monaco sneered and wiped the bar.

"Of course I'm afraid of the three holy places, which symbolize absolute order and commandments that cannot be violated."

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

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

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

The crisp sound of tinkling sounds is quite pleasant.

"Ha, you are so generous! With my new master, I have become more generous with my actions."

Monaco recognized it at a glance as a cursed gold coin from the Aztecs.

It is said that the ghosts of the dead attached to it will be cursed if they violate the oath.

There once was a group of pirates who robbed a merchant ship and got a box of gold coins like this.

As a result, he became an immortal, suffering from eternal hunger and thirst and never being satisfied.

To the mage, it is a valuable collectible, as well as a spell-casting medium.

"As I said before, I won't do this business."

Monaco just glanced twice and then looked away.

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

"A defector from Karma Taj, thinking of participating in the Supreme Mage Contest."

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

Casillas's expression remained unchanged, he leaned forward and lowered his voice: "Monak, there is a page of incantations from the "Book of Darkness" in my arms. If you insist not to do business, then I will

Take it out and put it on the bar."

"You should know very well how attractive Sithorn's dark magic is to the people in this bar."

"If they get into a fight, your bar will probably have to be renovated."

Monaque's expression was uncertain. After a moment, he glared at Casillas fiercely and said, "You win, damn bastard!"

"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you a 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 of the wall in the dark alley again, with a list written in cipher text in his hand.

"Mordo, Dr. Voodoo, Mysterio, Loki...Stephen Strange?"

Casillas sneered. The guy at the end of the queue was definitely not here to make fun of him?

A low-level rookie who has only been in Karma Taj for two years also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?

“I really don’t know how high the world is.”

Casillas raised his hand casually, and the list burst into flames and was burned to ashes.

In his opinion, only a very small number of people can pose a threat to him.

For example, old friend Modu!

"I hope you won't run into me, otherwise..."

Casillas chuckled inexplicably, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.