Marvel’s Superman

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

The sky was shining brightly, and a loud voice sounded in Kama Taj.

"Pharaoh, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandmother who is weaker than your eighty-year-old and doesn't look like a mage's motherfucker at all."

Luke, Thor and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the mage Pharaoh, who cooks the biscuits for breakfast, sit on the wooden balcony that occupies the vantage point.

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

His chest was like a pulling bellows, making a "wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee" gasp.

When he finally reached his destination, his legs were weak, his standing was unsteady, and he almost rolled down.

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

Strange lifted his visor, his throat burning like fire.

Pharaoh very considerately poured a glass of lemonade, and handed over a freshly made finger cake by the way.

"Master Strange, your body is a little weak. You're exhausted after only five kilometers."

Sol picks his teeth and speaks sarcastically.

Even in another universe, his daily life has not changed much.

Kama Taj's WiFi network speed is good, and there is no problem in playing games online.

"I'm a mage, not a berserker..."

Strange retorted.

He thought that the training Luke had imposed on himself was of no use at all.

Kama Taj's mage will indeed practice physical art to improve the ability of close combat.

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

Doing a hundred push-ups and squats every day, and doing high-intensity physical training, what is going on?

"Looks like it's time for me to teach you a lesson, Mage Strange."

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

What?

Strange was taken aback, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

It was the first time he saw someone make such a request. What was the difference between it and suicide?

"you sure?"

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even if it is a high-level mage, without any protection, if he eats a few attack spells, he will be half disabled if he does not die.

"Abandon your inner doubts, 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 other party's emotions, and said lightly: "Strange, with all due respect, your understanding of 'melee mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about true power."

"Oh, is that so? In the name of Hoggs, Aoshutu, and Agamedo, call on the divine light of Emperor Weishan and condense the holy sword!"

Strange pursed his lips and said no more.

The spark of magic spewed out and quickly turned into a long sword, which was held in his hand.

"Wang, you have to testify for me, this is what he asked for himself!"

Strange held the holy sword in his hand and beheaded him.

Although he is wearing heavy armor and moves hard, his attack speed is not slow.

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

Click!

Like fragile porcelain, hit hard steel.

Instantly shattered and shattered.

"This... Cetorak's Crimson Chains!"

Strange did not believe in evil, and cast another spell.

The tenacious chains that radiated crimson light firmly bound Luke, who was standing still, and then contracted tightly.

"Are you tickling, Strange?"

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

Strange was stunned, he didn't sense the slightest magic breath.

That is to say, with his extraordinary physique, Superman can withstand layers of attacks.

"This is impossible……"

Strange couldn't believe it. The power of magic is not enough to shake the flesh and blood of human beings?

"I understand your mood, but that's the truth. It's important to hone your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power."

Luke taught earnestly.

"However, it is also very important to strengthen the body and keep exercising."

"If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power, otherwise how can you bear the cost of casting spells?"

Strange was quite touched, as if he had fully understood.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded and said, "I understand! I'll go for a run!"

dong dong! dong dong dong!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was half-tired, only felt full of strength.

Facing the rising sun, he started to run.

"What you said...is it true?"

Looking at the back disappearing on the mountain road, Sol asked curiously.

"I'm just stating my own experience. Whether it's effective or not, Strange needs to practice it himself."

Luke pouted and answered vaguely.

Hopefully, Strange doesn't lose his hair.

...

...

New York City, Down Town.

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

He had no entourage and was alone.

Deep in the alley is a wall.

The hand with the dangling ring swiped slowly, and magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.

Casillas walked in with a blank face, and the lively atmosphere came over him.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and something odd, was a little suffocating.

This is a bar.

Inside, it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests sitting.

Some are medieval court costumes, wearing long dresses in bright colors and intricate patterns, sitting in the corners.

Some are like the natives of the rainforest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted on their faces.

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

This is the "doorless bar".

As the name suggests, it has no gates for entry and exit.

So, those guests who can sit at the table drinking and chatting.

They are not ordinary, their real identities are mages and sorcerers from all over the world.

"A glass of tequila, a business."

Casillas approached the bar without anyone else, ignoring the complex eyes of surprise or vigilance.

He is a recent man of the year, a defector of Kama 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 injured him.

This completely shocked the magical world, and the demons who descended to hell and the Holy Spirit who went to heaven have all heard of it.

Therefore, the early battle for the Supreme Mage will affect the nerves of all those in the know.

In any case, the name Casillas has spread.

He represents endless trouble, because the Sanctuary Mage has launched a siege and hunted down.

He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that there is a dimension demon standing behind this person.

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

The bartender was an old man in a top hat, vest and white shirt.

"This glass of tequila is my treat. Leave immediately after drinking it."

Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the strong wine that was brought up and said softly: "Monarch, you are the famous 'Magic Prince', and you are also afraid of the Three Sanctuaries?"

The old man named "Monarch" used to be a powerful mage who was active in World War II and fought against the evil sorcerers of the Axis powers.

Later, he opened a bar and entered the stage of retirement and retirement.

"Oh, don't use this trick."

Monarch sneered and wiped the bar.

"Of course I am afraid of the three sanctuaries, which symbolize absolute order, the precepts that cannot be violated."

"Even the old guy Mephisto is afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the Demon God hidden in the dimension is expelled."

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

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 jingle is quite pleasant.

"Ha, how generous! With the new master, I have become more generous."

Monarch recognized at a glance that it was the Aztec cursed gold coin.

It is said that the spirit of the undead attached to it will be cursed as long as the oath is broken.

There was a gang of pirates who looted merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.

As a result, he becomes an undead, suffering from eternal hunger, thirst and insatiability.

For wizards, it is a precious collectible, as well as a medium for casting spells.

"Unfortunately, I still said that, not to do this business."

Monarch just glanced at it, then looked away.

"I know what you're asking, Casillas."

"A defector of Kama Taj, thinking of participating in the battle of the Supreme Mage."

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

Casillas' expression did not change, he leaned forward and said in a low voice: "Monarch, there is a page of the "Dark God Book" incantation in my arms, if you insist not to do business, then I will put Take it out and put it on the bar."

"You should know very well how attractive Sithone's dark spells are to the people in this bar."

"If they get into a fight, your bar will probably be redecorated."

Monarch's expression was uncertain, and after a while, he glared at Casillas and said, "You won, damn bastard!"

"Add four more gold coins, and I will give you the list of candidates who are interested in participating in the Supreme Mage Battle for Hegemony!"

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, Doctor Voodoo, Mystic, Loki... Stephen Strange?"

Casillas sneered, the guy at the bottom, are you sure it's not a joke?

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

"It's really ignorant."

Casillas raised his hand, and the list ignited and burned to ashes.

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

For example, old friend Mordo!

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

Casillas let out a low chuckle, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.