Mage of Melee

"Magnetic Field Sky Blade!"

Wei Xiuming spread his five fingers, then drew them together. The power of the Magnetic Field was compressed into an invisible blade energy that splashed outwards. The peerless blade light seemed as if it would shatter space itself.

Ancient One's magic clones dared not touch its edge. One by one, they jumped into spatial gates and fled. Others controlled the spatial gates, attempting to redirect the Magnetic Field Sky Blade as much as possible. Only a very few clones were struck by the Magnetic Field Sky Blade, dissolving into illusions and returning to the main body.

As the Magnetic Field Sky Blade's force dissipated, two spatial gates appeared to Wei Xiuming's left and right. Two magic clones, wielding the Vishanti's sacred swords, appeared. Long blades formed from condensed magic energy stabbed towards Wei Xiuming's ribs.

After a chaotic battle, Wei Xiuming's application of Magnetic Field power had become more proficient. He no longer relied on mere special moves to win. Every movement possessed the power of Magnetic Field Rotation. His progress in the past few months of self-training had been rapid. This was because the Magnetic Field Rotation power system lacked guidance from predecessors, leaving its future path shrouded in fog. He could only tread steadily, step by step. Wei Xiuming believed he didn't possess the talent of the original four strongest fighters of Sea Tiger. Most of the named martial arts and techniques in the Sea Tiger trilogy were related to those four.

Secondly, as Wei Xiuming, who had been reborn, he cherished his life immensely. He acted with absolute caution and never took risks, always proceeding steadily.

However, sometimes being overly cautious wasn't a good thing. It could cause one to miss opportunities, especially on the path of martial arts. Lacking the drive for progress and the courage to charge forward were grave mistakes in martial arts.

Taking a step forward to create distance, Wei Xiuming caught the magic blade thrusting from the spatial gate behind him. The sharp magic blade cut through his palm, reaching the hard bone. Blood poured out dramatically, pumped by his heart. Wei Xiuming then yanked the magic clone out from behind the spatial gate with one hand. With his free hand, he clenched his fist and shattered the clone. He then spoke loudly.

"Sorcerer Supreme, you came to find me. Have you already seen my future? How is it? Am I a great demon king who destroys the world in the future?"

As his words fell, Ancient One suddenly withdrew the Eikons of the Form, and all her magic clones returned to her main body. Then, the ground beneath Wei Xiuming began to shift again. Complex terrain pieced together into a massive disc, resembling an arena.

Ancient One, in her true form, landed on the opposite end of the disc. The amulet on her chest opened, revealing the green Time Stone within. The magic energy overflowing from it condensed into a magic ring on her wrist. The ring's shape resembled a clock face, used by humans to indicate time, with magic inscriptions constantly circulating, synchronized with the flow of time.

"Visitor from another world, the one named Clark Kent. Your understanding of the hidden existence is greater than I imagined," Sorcerer Supreme said, one hand behind her back, walking towards Wei Xiuming with the bearing of a grandmaster.

Wei Xiuming's mouth felt bitter. How could he have forgotten the Time Stone? Doctor Strange, after a very short time interacting with magic, had figured out the time loop technique. Not only did he use it to repair the destroyed Sanctum Sanctorum by reversing time, but he also drove Dormammu mad through endless loops, forcing him to retreat.

As his mentor, Ancient One should be able to devise such a tactic, perhaps even more elaborate ones.

In the past, which he couldn't perceive, the time loop might have already occurred several times. Ancient One had thoroughly studied his abilities and combat habits during this process. She then compiled a series of tactics, labeled A, B, C, and so on, to eliminate him here with minimal cost. The specific process could be referenced from Groundhog Day, Edge of Tomorrow, Rick and Morty Season 4 Episode 1, etc.

If the Eye of Agamotto wasn't the container for the Time Stone, it would be even worse. The genuine Eye of Agamotto was a treasure no less significant than the Time Stone.

The mainstream of Marvel magic primarily involved making deals with high-dimensional magic gods. Through meditation and incantation training, a connection was established with these magic gods. Upon receiving their approval, their power could be borrowed through spells and incantations.

The white magic gods were known as the Vishanti, a trinity composed of three ancient gods, an omniscient and omnipotent deity. These three were named Oshtur, Hoggoth, and Agamotto. The lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme were the inheritors of Agamotto. The Eye of Agamotto, passed down through generations, might even be Agamotto's lost eye.

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"Then, may I ask Sorcerer Supreme, what kind of future did you see for me?" Wei Xiuming took a deep breath, letting his strong, powerful heart beat a little calmer, temporarily gathering strength for the impending fierce battle to unleash a better burst.

In the previous battle, he had been operating at full capacity almost the entire time. Although his body and mind were still within their limits, this was the first time he had been pushed this far. Wei Xiuming had never touched his limits since arriving in this world.

Sorcerer Supreme formed a hand seal with her left hand. The red magic shield, the Ring of the Vishanti, and the Vishanti's sacred sword appeared in her left and right hands respectively. After taking a few quick steps, her figure suddenly vanished and reappeared beside Wei Xiuming, slashing diagonally.

Having been tormented by this tactic multiple times, Wei Xiuming raised his arm to block the strike, using it as a blade. He then unleashed the Sea Tiger Blast Punch with his left hand.

"In the future where you appear, there are only two outcomes," Ancient One said calmly, evading the fierce fist energy by utilizing her mastery of space and familiarity with Wei Xiuming's techniques. "The first is that you deceive everyone, steal the fruits of victory, and ascend to godhood using all life in the universe as a sacrifice."

Ancient One moved with practiced grace, coordinating her blade and shield. Her movements were skillful, always blocking Wei Xiuming's attacks at just the right moment before launching her own counter-attack. Wei Xiuming was intimately familiar with her swordplay and stances – it was the Tai Chi Fist Method he had studied. What he hadn't understood before became clear as Ancient One executed it with her blade and shield.

Since he knew the move the opponent was using, it was easier to handle. In traditional martial arts, "holding back a move" was precisely for this purpose.

Knowing how your opponent generates force allows you to counter it. Therefore, old masters always held back a move or two as a trump card for survival.

Wei Xiuming restrained his power, no longer erupting with reckless abandon. Instead, he controlled its release, not unleashing his full strength until he was about to strike the enemy, thereby slowing down the consumption of energy within his body.

Furthermore, his application of techniques was no longer confined to rigid forms. Baji Quan, Xing Yi Quan, Wing Chun, Boxing… as soon as the opportunity arose, his fists would strike, delivering a fatal blow to the opponent.

"Youth fears not the aged, and sheer strength overcomes all skill." These were profound truths in martial arts. Professional combat sports even divided athletes into weight classes. At his full power, Wei Xiuming's height surged to two and a half meters, his muscles bulging. He was almost crushing Ancient One.

However, Ancient One wielded magic. The situation became unfavorable for her as space began to shift, forcing Wei Xiuming to recalculate his footing before continuing the fight.