Dormammu: You Band of Bandits

A great battle was on the verge of erupting.

Neither side could possibly back down.

Chen Mu and Ancient One's original intentions had been clear from the start: they had set their sights on the Dark Dimension.

There was no way they would give it up.

And for Dormammu, the Dark Dimension was his lifeblood—no, it was even more important than his life. He could never possibly hand it over.

Put simply, as long as the Dark Dimension remained under Dormammu's control, even if he died today, he could revive within the Dark Dimension unscathed.

At most, he would need a century or so to recover before making a comeback.

But if he lost even the Dark Dimension, then he would truly be finished.

Under such circumstances, Dormammu naturally had no choice but to fight with his life on the line.

Battle became unavoidable.

In an instant, countless spells and energy blasts flew in every direction, making for an exceptionally fierce battlefield.

A proper mage battle in this world was one where magic clashed head-on. Someone like Ebony Maw was the most orthodox kind of mage.

As for why Kamar-Taj was full of melee mages, that was simply unavoidable.

After all, most magical apprentices on Earth had truly abysmal talent. Trying to grow powerful through magic alone was nothing more than a fool's dream.

Thus, in order to ensure that Sanctum Mages possessed sufficient combat strength, Ancient One had combined martial arts and techniques from countless schools, eventually forming Kamar-Taj's current magical system.

Melee mages were, in truth, a helpless compromise. If even one of Kamar-Taj's magical apprentices had the talent of these Chinese students, who would be willing to turn refined and elegant mages into close-combat fighters who had to roll up their sleeves?

In any case, this group