"Hurry up! Strange, don't be too slow!"

A dark light shone in the horizon, and a loud sound rang out in Kamataj.

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

Luke, Thor and Rocket Raccoon, and Lao Wang, the wizard who is responsible for making breakfast hand-catchers, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.

Below is the winding mountain road trail, and Strange runs in his body with a hard and heavy armor that makes a sound.

My chest was like a bellows pulling, making a "huff" panting sound.

After finally running to the destination, his legs were weak and he was unable to stand firmly, and he almost had to roll down.

"Water! Give me... a sip!"

Strange lifted his face and his throat seemed to be burning.

Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly prepared hand-catched cake.

"Master Strange, your body is a little weak. You're so tired after running five kilometers."

Thor clenched his teeth while talking sarcastic words.

Even when he came to another universe, his life did not change much every day.

Kama Taj's WiFi is good, so there is no problem playing games online.

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

Strange retorted.

He thought that the training Luke imposed on himself was useless at all.

Kama Taj's mage does practice physical skills and improve his ability to fight in close combat.

But after all, spells and magic are the most basic and important links.

What's going on with doing 100 push-ups, squats, and performing high-intensity physical training every day?

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

Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered: "Twist all the attack spells you know at me."

What?

Strange was stunned as if he had heard it wrong.

The first time he saw someone making such a request, what is the difference between this and suicide?

"Are you sure?"

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even if a high-level mage does not take any protection, he will take a few attack spells and will be half-dead even if he does not die.

"Abandon your inner doubts and don't be like a sissy. Do you have no courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?"

Luke kept stimulating the other person's emotions and chuckled: "Strange, IMHO, your understanding of the 'meleon mage' is too one-sided and shallow, and you know nothing about the true power."

"Ha, is that true? In the name of Hoggs, Ashtu, Agomod, these three, call on the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!"

Strange pursed his lips and said no more.

The magic sparks gushed out and quickly turned into a long sword, held in his hand.

"Wang, you want to testify to me, this is all his request!"

Strange held the sacred sword in his hand and slashed it down.

Although he was wearing heavy armor and had difficulty moving, his attack speed was not slow.

The red sword cuts through the air and falls on Luke's shoulder.

Click!

Like fragile porcelain, it hits hard steel.

It broke and cracked in an instant.

"This...Satorac's scarlet chain!"

Strange did not believe in evil and cast another spell.

The tough chains emitting a deep red light firmly tied up the standing Luke, and then tightened.

"Are you tickling people, Strange?"

Luke just struggled with his arms, and then the crimson chains tied to his body broke inch by inch and turned into debris.

Strange was already shocked, and he did not sense any magical aura.

In other words, Superman with his extraordinary physique resisted layers of attacks.

"This is impossible..."

Strange was a little unbelievable. Is the power of magic not enough to shake the flesh and blood of human beings?

"I understand your mood, but that's the truth. Tempting your will, learning spells, and accumulating magic is important."

Luke taught in earnestly.

"But it is also important to strengthen your body and keep exercising."

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

Strange was quite touched, and after pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand! I'll go running now!"

Dongdong! Dongdongdong!

Heavy steps sounded again.

Strange, who was half tired, felt his whole body full of strength.

Start running towards the rising sun.

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

Looking at the back of the mountain road, Thor asked curiously.

"I just told you about my experience and whether it worked, and Strange needed to practice it myself."

Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.

...

...

New York City, Lower Town.

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

He did not bring his entourage, he was alone.

Deep in the alley, there is a wall.

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

Casillas walked in without expression, and a lively atmosphere came to his face.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and some weird smell, is a bit suffocating.

This is a bar.

It was like a Halloween celebrating, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests sitting.

Some were dressed in the medieval court dresses, wearing brightly colored and complex patterns, sitting in the corner.

Some of them look like natives in the rainforest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted with oil on their faces.

There are gentlemen in suits and ties, and monks in retro robes.

This is the "No Door Bar".

As the name suggests, it has no door to enter and exit.

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

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

"A cup of tequila, a business."

Casillas walked to the bar without a single person, ignoring the complex eyes that were either astonished or alert.

He is a recent sensational figure, a defector of Kamataj, and a fallen mage who defected to Domaum.

Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he plotted against the Supreme Master and injured him.

This completely sensationalized the magic world, and heard from the demons in hell and the Holy Spirit in heaven.

The battle for supreme masters that arrived early touched the nerves of all insiders.

In any case, the name Casillas has spread.

He represents endless troubles, because the sanctuary mage has launched an encirclement and chase.
To be continued...