Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

After the cruise ship incident, Tate's mental strength increased significantly, and he no longer needed to use whistles or brainwave prototypes to control flying swords and other such things.

If previously controlling two flying swords required both physical strength and whistling to achieve maneuverability, now, with just a thought, the flying swords obediently follow his intentions.

In addition, the flying sword is made of an alloy material with Vibranium as the main component. It can easily cut through ordinary things, even high-strength steel, with a light stroke. Therefore, it does not require much effort; as long as the speed is fast enough, it will work.

This was also the main focus of Yondu and the Captain's training during this period. With sufficient strength, he didn't need much physical strength; as long as he was fast enough, agile enough, and had tricky angles, he could handle most enemies on Earth.

Therefore, Tate's two flying swords were incredibly fast.

He was only seven or eight meters away from Doctor Strange and Wang.

With just a thought from Tate, Wong and Doctor Strange saw two flying swords come to rest steadily at Doctor Strange's neck and chest in a flash.

Only when the flying sword stopped did the two hear two almost simultaneous whooshing sounds as it cut through the air.

Tate's casual strike actually exceeded the speed of sound.

What surprised Wang and Doctor Strange even more was that the flying sword, despite its incredible speed, stopped precisely at his neck and chest.

The distance between it and the skin and clothing was less than one centimeter.

Such close distance, such high speed, stopping at such an extreme distance—that requires incredible control.

Only now did the two of them feel a wave of fear wash over them, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

Doctor Strange didn't yet have that cape that could automatically dodge attacks.

He felt the chill emanating from the sword tip at his neck, silently calculated the speed of the flying sword and his own casting speed, and realized that he was basically helpless against these two flying swords.

"Wang, let me ask you a question. Does everyone in the Avengers have this level of skill?"

"I've only been training for a few months, and my skill level is far from sufficient. Let alone Xia Yu and Thor, even Falcon and Natasha could easily defeat me."

Tate tilted his little head back and spoke to Doctor Strange with his chin.

This statement is partly true and partly false. It's true that almost every member of the Avengers could easily defeat Tate, but that would only be possible with the help of various gadgets and equipment.

But Doctor Strange didn't know all that. Judging from the child's expression, it must all be true.

This did indeed take a hit to Doctor Strange, but thankfully, because in his mind magic was a science, not something to be used entirely for combat; it was more like a universal truth that differed from science.

But wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing to say these things to a child, especially someone as proud and arrogant as Doctor Strange?

They carefully dodged Tate's flying sword.

"I am a mage, child. I need enough time to cast a spell. We can instantly pull you into another dimension and leave you there forever. No matter how fast your flying sword is, it won't matter."

Doctor Strange said quite seriously.

After she finished, she whispered something to Wang.

"For the glory of Kamar-Taj."

Seeing that he carefully dodged the flying sword, Tate didn't take it seriously. With a thought, the flying sword returned to his side and began to spin.

"If I hadn't held back just now, you would be dead. As for that other-dimensional space you mentioned, you can try it; you still can't dodge my flying sword."

How could a teenager easily admit defeat, especially someone who speaks ill of the Avengers behind their back? Tate is determined to show this person how powerful the Avengers are today.

Doctor Strange is now in a difficult position; he's already said what he wanted to say.

"Okay, let's make it clear beforehand. I'll lock you up for a little while, then I'll go in and rescue you. Don't say I bullied you then."

"Bring it on!"

Tate was concise and to the point.

Okay, since things have come to this point, we might as well bully the kid this once.

Doctor Strange took a deep breath, extended the hand with the Sling Ring, and began to cast a spell in the air.

Golden sparks just began to appear.

The two flying swords stopped in the same spot again.

"Whoosh!"

Um...

"Child, I may not have explained myself clearly. What I meant was that I am a mage and need time to cast spells. You must wait for me to open up the interdimensional space before you can make your move."

Doctor Strange scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"This is so troublesome. I'm never fighting with mages again. Hurry up."

Tate muttered as he retracted his flying sword.

Doctor Strange quickly summoned a semi-transparent wall in mid-air, resembling water ripples.

If the Ancient One used this technique, she could simply stomp her foot and send all living beings around her into another dimension.

However, Doctor Strange does not yet have this ability; he can only use the Sling Ring to summon something that resembles a spatial barrier.

With a sudden wave of his hand, he sent both Wang and Tate into the other dimension.

Tate felt a change in his surroundings; it felt different, but it didn't seem to change much in appearance.

What have you done? Has it already started?

Tate looked around curiously, sensing no change, but his powerful mental strength gave him the intuition that everything around him was different.

"Stop looking, this is another dimension, you can also call it Mirror Dimension. It's a space similar to the real world..."

Before he could finish speaking, two flying swords shot out again, aimed at his vital points.

"Child, you're cheating. I'm showing you around this space, let's try again."

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

On several occasions, even when jumping directly from normal space to another dimension, Tate always managed to aim his flying sword at Doctor Strange just before he left.

Grandmaster Doctor Strange, unable to contain his curiosity, asked.

"Why is it that sometimes you can launch your flying sword at me just before I'm about to leave? Once, I came in without intending to leave, and you just stared at me without moving."

"When you activate it, that strange ring on your hand emits energy fluctuations; I just need to focus on that."

Tate looked unconvinced; it was too simple. If the other party hadn't claimed to be a mage, he would have prevented the guy from even having a chance to cast a spell.

Doctor Strange was now convinced.

"Alright, kid, I admit your strength. It's a draw."

"A draw? You had no chance of survival at all, why is it a draw?"

Tate retorted, unconvinced.

"Yeah, I'm wondering the same thing. Even though we're all from Kamar-Taj, I have to say we lost, Stephen. Why was it a tie?"

Comrade Wong Jianjun felt a little embarrassed.

"Because even if he kills me, he won't leave this place. Without the Sling Ring, no one can enter or leave the Mirror Dimension, right?"

Doctor Strange said confidently.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire Mirror Dimension rippled, and in an instant, the group appeared in the normal space.

Before him stood Xia Yu, who was looking at Doctor Strange with a beaming smile.