As for dealing with Abomination before he mutated, that would be difficult too. He vaguely remembered that Abomination had originally been an excellent soldier in the military.
Later, General Ross sent him to capture Dr. Banner. At first, he'd been confident as a blooming flower, but Hulk had taught him a lesson. In the end, he'd decided that humanity had its limits.
So he gritted his teeth and said, "Ross, I'm done being human!"
And that was how Abomination came to be.
Trying to find that one soldier among the vast sea of humanity, Feeney thought, would be harder than reconsidering what to do about one particular man.
All in all, Feeney had more or less given up on preventing Abomination's birth. It would be much harder to pull off than stopping Obadiah, so he might as well focus on how to deal with him instead.
As everyone knew, most people only excelled at one thing. Hulk and Abomination had put plenty of points into Physical Resistance, so their resistance to magic was probably low. Knocking their spirits out of their bodies with a single slap would definitely calm them down.
The problem was, he didn't know how to do that. Spells involving spirit bodies were profound. He couldn't even eject his own spirit, let alone attack someone else's.
Feeney sighed gloomily at the textbook before him. If only he had talent like Doctor Strange, maxed out in every area.
Every day, he did his best to use the Golden Great Deduction Technique to improve his talent, but the results were minimal. Perhaps he didn't have a clear idea of what having good talent actually meant.
After another uneventful day at school, Feeney headed to Kamar-Taj that evening, as usual, to take part in his morning training.
But not long after he arrived, Mordo came looking for him.
"That 'Silver Knight' was you!"
Tony had hogged the headlines, but he and Obadiah had been involved too. Though he hadn't joined the fight at first, he'd been there, and the reporters had captured him on camera. Then he'd shown off a portal at the end, stunning the whole world.
Since his identity hadn't been exposed like Tony's, and his armor looked like something a medieval knight would wear, the media had nicknamed him the "Silver Knight."
"Ahem!"
At the nickname, Feeney immediately looked uncomfortable. What a lousy title. If they had to call him something, they should've gone with "Silver Mage." He was a Mystic Arts Mage, after all!
Even if he wore armor, fought up close, and wasn't very good at magic, he was still a good sorcerer!
"What's wrong?"
Feeney couldn't deny it. Everyone at Kamar-Taj knew what his Possessed by Evil Spirit armor looked like. And when it came to portals, only he and the Ancient One could wander around with an Eye of Agamotto on hand every day.
"How did you get mixed up with them?" Mordo asked with a frown, a hint of concern in his eyes. Kamar-Taj wasn't cut off from the world; it had internet access, and plenty of the sorcerers browsed the news in their free time.
"It was just a little accident," Feeney replied sheepishly. He was embarrassed to explain that he'd once used a portal to sneak into someone's house and been caught.
"You weren't hurt, were you?"
Mordo scanned Feeney from head to toe. He didn't seem to have any injuries, so Mordo continued, "Was Tony Stark's Iron Armor based on your armor?"
"No, it wasn't."
Feeney shook his head. Possessed by Evil Spirit had appeared before the Mark I, but the two had no connection. Tony didn't even know Possessed by Evil Spirit existed.
"He developed it himself," Feeney explained, then looked Mordo up and down. "I didn't know you kept up with current events."
"I'm not a caveman!" Mordo shot him an exasperated glare. "Everyone at Kamar-Taj knows your name now—the mysterious Silver Knight!"
At that, Feeney felt another headache coming on. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, then asked hesitantly, "Do you think I should hold a press conference and get them to change the name? How about Silver Mage?"
"Have you lost your mind?!"
Mordo gaped at him, then glared. "Do you want Kamar-Taj exposed to the world?"
"Uh, I was only joking."
Seeing Mordo's furious expression, Feeney stopped teasing him and reassured him, "Don't worry. I won't go around telling people where Kamar-Taj is. Tony doesn't know, either."
"See that you don't."
Mordo shot him another warning glare, then hesitated before asking, "In the video, it looked like you could fly?"
"Heh!"
Feeney grinned proudly and used the Soaring Skill, floating in midair as he looked down at Mordo. "From now on, you'll have to look up to me."
"When did you learn to fly?"
Mordo was stunned, and more than a little puzzled. He knew Feeney's talent well. Learning to open portals in such a short time had already surprised him. But it hadn't been long, and now Feeney had learned to fly too—using a method Mordo couldn't understand.
"Did you think I was just an ordinary person?"
Feeney landed and rolled his eyes at Mordo. "I have talent in a few other areas too. Otherwise, the Ancient One wouldn't have taken me on as her student."
Mordo had quietly looked into Feeney's background. He knew Feeney had once come through the New York Sanctum as a "student of the Ancient One from outside." That meant Feeney hadn't met the Ancient One at Kamar-Taj.
"What's so special about that? After all this time, how many Kamar-Taj spells have you actually learned?"
Mordo was green with envy. He had a pair of Walter's Swift Boots that let him walk and accelerate in midair, but that couldn't compare to the thrill of flying freely.
Mordo's words did leave Feeney feeling a little frustrated. When he thought about it, he'd only managed to cast two spells in a whole year.
One was the Ring of Kaggador, a basic skill almost every sorcerer knew. The other was the portal, which he could only open with help from the Golden Great Deduction Technique and the Eye of Agamotto.
"By the way, do you know much about spells involving spirit bodies?" Feeney asked Mordo.
The Ancient One held too high a position, and the title of Sorcerer Supreme carried too much weight. She rarely taught them herself during their daily training. Usually, she just supervised from the sidelines and pointed out their mistakes.
Mordo handled the regular instruction, so he knew a lot of spells.
"You want to learn spells involving spirit bodies?" Mordo frowned slightly, seeming to sense that something was up. "Ejecting your spirit from your body is extremely dangerous. Even a tiny disturbance could cause serious damage to your spirit body."
"Why do you want to learn that kind of spell?"
Feeney didn't know how to answer. Should he say that he wanted to use it against two big guys, since their Physical Resistance was so high, and see how magic worked on them?
"Come on, it's not like I can't learn more spells. Didn't you just complain that I'd learned too few?" Feeney replied with a pout.
"You still have to take it one step at a time. There are plenty of basic spells to learn!"
Mordo put on his training instructor's hat and scolded Feeney. "Don't reach for things beyond your grasp. You should be practicing basic spells for now. I'll pick out some books for you later. Read them carefully."
Feeney could feel that Mordo sincerely cared about him, and he immediately felt a little embarrassed. The truth was, he'd never really planned to learn that many spells.
When he'd first come to Kamar-Taj, he'd only had two goals: learning to open portals and mastering the Mirror Dimension. Now, he only wanted to learn spirit spells to deal with Abomination.
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