Superman

Before he could fully open his sleepy eyes, a voice with a smile suddenly sounded.

"Mommy Fake!"

Strange was startled, subconsciously shrank to the corner of the bed, leaned his back against the wall, and made a defensive posture.

He has always lived alone, and he was caught off guard by other people's voices, so he inevitably overreacted.

"I said, Strange, a timid person can't be the supreme mage."

The man said jokingly.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

Following the voice, Strange found 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 fish-belly paleness appeared slightly, it was not too late.

"It only takes 10 minutes. Karma Taj's breakfast tastes good. Although it is a bit lighter, I eat too much fish and meat every day. It's good to try porridge and side dishes."

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

"Your senior brother Modu stayed up all night and practiced penance, while you lay in bed and fell asleep. It's no wonder that other people in Kama Taj are not very optimistic about you."

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

He shrugged and said, "I never thought about becoming a supreme mage, but I just had the mentality to give it a try."

"Also, I heard from Old Wang that the Supreme Master can make a request to Emperor Weishan."

"I want to heal my hands"

Luke raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

No matter in which universe, Strange's hands have never been truly healed.

"The next time you enter someone's bedroom, remember to knock on the door."

Strange, who restrained his depressed mood, got out of the bed, and with a simple move, the red cloak hanging on the hanger automatically flew over.

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

Compared with Modu's Crusher Scepter, Skull Opener Tomahawk, Cutter Greatsword and other sharp weapons, it is far worse.

"Yesterday the Supreme Master left you behind, did you have any secrets to tell?"

Strange washed up and asked curiously.

He felt that Luke's identity was becoming more and more mysterious, unlike an ordinary high-level mage.

"Just a normal chat."

Luke kept the secret from Strange knowing that he was the Chosen One.

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

Doctor Strange has always had this kind of criminal record, sometimes reliable, sometimes unreliable.

Especially after joining the Illuminati, together with Iron Man, they become the engine for the destruction of the Earth.

Triggered all kinds of big events!

"Oh, you are not a well-known archmage in history, are you?"

Strange didn't believe it, but guessed instead.

He originally searched for Kama Taj's whereabouts only to heal his hands and return to normal life.

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

He no longer thought about returning to the mundane world, but gradually became obsessed with various spells and new knowledge.

In this regard, Strange is not the same as the movie universe itself.

He is more proactive and more willing to take responsibility.

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

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

"train?"

There was a look of surprise on Strange's face. Among the ascetic mages of Kama Taj, he was already considered hardworking.

In addition to the fixed three to four hours of meditation homework every day, I will also go to the library to study various white magic, as well as practice fighting and gymnastics

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

After the body fell asleep, the soul went out of the body and continued to read. This is actually a test of mental strength, and it also proves that he does have extraordinary talents.

Compared with Modu and Casillas, Strange just lacks enough time.

If this supreme mage battle hadn't come so early, maybe he would have more confidence and a more calm attitude towards it.

"Are you going to teach me more powerful spells, or is there a quick way?"

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

In his opinion, any high-level mage will have a unique secret skill in his hand.

For example, Mordo.

As the eldest disciple of the ancient one, he is not only proficient in the white magic of Weishan Emperor's book, but also good at the black magic of summoning and cursing.

In terms of combat effectiveness, few Kama Taj are his opponents.

"I think, when you stepped into Karma Taj, Gu Yi said that."

Luke shook his head. Strange is not himself. He has a ready-made template for Magical Superman. It is too unlikely that he would get started in three days and complete it in five days.

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

"Just like an ordinary punch, it will bring physical pain to the caster, so what is the price of releasing a spell?"

"You should be familiar with these words, right?"

Strange nodded as he learned his first offensive spell, Cytorak's Scarlet Chains.

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

Therefore, Strange practiced and used it repeatedly without any restraint.

A week later, he began to vomit crazily, throwing up the food he had eaten, the residue of digestion, and even gastric juice.

It lasted for two whole days, and Strange couldn't eat normally, so he could only lie down next to the toilet, so as to solve the desire to vomit anytime and anywhere.

This is the heavy price of overcasting!

A memorable lesson!

"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 be honest and take your time step by step."

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

As a high-achieving 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 replied.

""

This is called no shortcut?

Can't crash?

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

"Ahem, I'm special."

Luke seemed a little embarrassed, there was no way, who told him to be so good.

"However, I have other methods to allow you to win the battle for supremacy."

In order to change the subject, Luke throws an attractive chip.

after an hour.

dong dong!dong dong dong!

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 and become a candidate for the Supreme Mage Contest?"

Strange said in a low voice.

His whole body was wrapped in heavy armor, from head to toe, there was nothing exposed.

Carrying a huge square shield as thick as a wall with both hands, it is enough to block the whole person.

"Of course. This can effectively increase your survival rate, so you won't be eliminated by your opponent in the first place."

Luke nodded and said seriously.

As a qualified mage, of course, it is necessary to fully increase life, stamina and defense.

As for spells, just point at most one holy light illumination.

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

Strange was out of breath and spoke with difficulty.

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

All in all, the physique is slightly lacking.

It is not easy to be able to support this heavy armor.

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

Luke asked in mock surprise.

"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 not be kicked out."

"Because if the candidate fails, the contractor loses 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 opponent just needs to hide behind him silently, waiting for the result of lying down and winning.

As for other aspects?

Superman is enough to solve all problems, smash all obstacles, and defeat all enemies.

Facing the candidates who might appear in the battle of supremacy, those legendary mages and hell creatures, Strange's strength was too disparate.

Adding attribute points to life, stamina, and defense to ensure that he can survive is what he has to do.

Otherwise, no matter how strong Superman is.

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

"Starting today, you have to do [-] push-ups, [-] squats, [-] sit-ups every day, and run another [-] kilometers by the way."

Luke said seriously.

"And while wearing this heavy armor! Keep training like this!"

Chapter 244? No Door Bar, Candidate

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

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

"Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this bitch who is weaker than your 80-year-old grandma and doesn't look like a mage at all."