Kamar-Taj Eighteen Copper Men

Strange had been at Kamar-Taj for some time now.

Yet the magic he wanted to learn most was nowhere in sight. Instead, he spent every day tempering his body and practicing close-quarters combat.

The training was simple and brutal: getting beaten up. Beaten half to death.

According to Mordo, to learn how to hit people, one first had to learn how to take a hit. Only by feeling pain with one's body could one improve quickly.

Strange suspected the man simply wanted to beat him up, but he had no proof.

After all these days, Strange's magical abilities had not improved at all, but his resistance to beatings had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Strange had thought that since Du Mu had brought him into this secret realm, he would at least teach him some proper magic, even if it was just basic theory.

Who would have thought that Du Mu would actually make him learn this so-called kung fu?

Finally unable to endure it any longer, he voiced his objection on the spot.

Du Mu shook his head. "Strange, look at you, falling back into your old habits again. Arrogant, conceited, narrow-minded. Who says sorcerers can't practice martial arts? Cultivating both magic and martial arts, combining East and West—that is the proper path."

Strange grew anxious and blurted out, "But I only want to learn magic! Who wants to learn kung fu?"

The moment the words left his mouth, cold sweat broke out across his back.

Oh no.

How had I forgotten in my panic? The Sorcerer Supreme is no kindly old man. This man's mind is narrower than the eye of a needle.

Talking back to him like this is practically asking to die.

Sure enough, Du Mu's gaze turned cold. Expressionless, he said, "That is not for