This Isn't Scientific!

"You!!!"

Kaecilius's expression changed drastically as the dark energy within him erupted in an instant, twisting the surrounding space.

"When did you get here?"

After casting several spells in succession to ensure his safety, Kaecilius stared at the motionless Zhang Yang, his expression ugly. "You... who exactly are you?"

"Me?"

Zhang Yang stretched out a hand, retrieved the Book of Cagliostro through a Portal, casually placed it into his pocket universe, and said, "A Mage Apprentice two months ago, and now... the Sorcerer Supreme."

"You..."

Kaecilius's face darkened. Zhang Yang's words left him feeling stifled.

Since words were useless, then they would fight!

So Kaecilius made his move.

Enhanced by dark energy, Kaecilius had already mastered the power of the void. He could use space as a weapon, and his destructive power had increased tremendously.

With a wave of his hand, several Spatial Blades shot forth, covering every direction around Zhang Yang.

Yet the Spatial Blades that he considered indestructible failed to create even a ripple against Zhang Yang's Seraphim's Shield.

The instant the Spatial Blades struck Seraphim's Shield, they shattered completely, unable to shake its defenses in the slightest.

"Keep going?"

Zhang Yang yawned, looking utterly uninterested. "Otherwise, I'm making my move."

"You..."

Kaecilius was furious. Ever since becoming The Ancient One's disciple, no one had ever dared to disregard him like this!

"Come forth, Dark Legion!"

Using his own life as a sacrifice, Kaecilius forcibly tore open a small gap in the dimensional barrier and summoned the Dark Legion under Dormammu's command from Dark Space.

In an instant, darkness descended.

Endless dark power blanketed the entire sky. Countless monsters appeared around the base out of nowhere, roaring toward the heavens.

"Give me..."

Seeing the summoned Dark Legion, including even three Dark Lords, Kaecilius's confidence surged. Through their mental link, he gave the command: "Crush them!"

Having received the order, the Dark Legion began to move.

"Yes, just like this."

His mental senses detected the arrival of the Dark Legion. Zhang Yang showed no expression on the surface, but inwardly, he was delighted.

That was right.

He had deliberately provoked Kaecilius.

Originally, he had figured that since Kaecilius could summon Chino, he could naturally summon other dark monsters as well.

These monsters and demons that ordinary people considered deadly threats were, in Zhang Yang's eyes, rewards one after another.

The human-built base was completely useless against these dark monsters.

The sturdy, towering walls were like paper before the claws and fangs of the Dark Hounds.

Not to mention the other high-level monsters.

In less than a minute, the entire base had been flattened. Only the areas where Zhang Yang, Kaecilius, John Constantine, and Lucifer stood remained intact.

Kaecilius flew up into the Dark Legion, immediately putting on airs as he pointed at Zhang Yang. "Kill him!"

"Yes!"

The three Dark Lords exchanged looks and nodded together.

Then the Dark Hounds, together with units such as Zeno, Chino, and the Dark Archmages, charged toward Zhang Yang.

It was as if Zhang Yang were the boss of a hundred-man raid.

Facing the charging Dark Legion, Zhang Yang made no major move. He merely unleashed his mental power completely.

The Dark Hounds could not withstand that mental force at all and were pressed to the ground, unable to move.

As for high-level monsters like Zeno and Chino, they merely slowed down somewhat.

"Watoomb's Wind!"

Zhang Yang pushed both hands forward, and something suddenly changed between heaven and earth.

The wind rose.

At first it was a breeze, then a strong wind, a gale... until it finally developed into a terrifying hurricane!

Within the Dark Legion, aside from monsters like Chino that weighed several tons and the powerful Dark Lords, every other unit was blown into the sky before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Hm?"

Zhang Yang suddenly sensed something was wrong. His gaze passed over Kaecilius and turned toward the distance.

"He... is ignoring me?"

Seeing Zhang Yang's gaze, Kaecilius was consumed by rage... but he sensed that something seemed to be approaching and turned to look.

A rapidly moving figure entered his field of vision.

Others might not have been able to see clearly, but through his mental power, Zhang Yang saw the other person's attire.

It was a figure dressed in a blue uniform and a red cape.

His muscles bulged all over, stretching the uniform taut as if it would burst apart the next second.

On his chest was a red-and-gold S emblem.

Yes, it was him.

Superman.

Of course, no one called him that yet.

At present, most people called him the "Texas Ghost."

"Here..."

Clark Kent looked at the hurricane in the distance that was clearing out the Dark Legion, then at the clearly dangerous Chinos on the ground, and finally at Zhang Yang. A curious expression appeared on his face.

"A mortal?"

Kaecilius stared at the stopped Clark, his tone questioning. "Who are you?"

"Just a farmer's son."

Clark glanced at Kaecilius among the dark monsters and casually replied before looking at Zhang Yang. "Are you fighting these monsters? Do you need help?"

"Not at all."

Zhang Yang shook his head. These monsters were his rewards. How could he possibly let Clark interfere?

"Alright."

At this point, Clark did not yet possess the temperament he would have as Superman in the future. He was only the son of a farmer who had just awakened his powers.

"It's time to end this."

Zhang Yang looked into the distance. He realized that his movements had been too conspicuous and might attract some unnecessary people to steal his kills, so he prepared to end this farce.

That was right. In Zhang Yang's eyes, everything Kaecilius had done was merely a farce. It was not bad to use it as a bit of seasoning for a dull life now and then, was it?

Zhang Yang brought his hands together. The enormous hurricane gradually expanded, its rotation accelerating by an unknown amount. Even Chinos weighing several tons could no longer hold on and were swept into the air.

The surrounding space itself seemed unable to withstand the terrifying suction. Dense black lines faintly appeared in the space around the hurricane.

Those were traces of space being torn apart.

"How... is that possible?!"

Kaecilius simply could not believe it. The Dark Legion he had summoned had been reduced, in the blink of an eye, to only himself and the three Dark Lords beside him?

And the person who had accomplished all this was that Mage Apprentice he had looked down upon?

This wasn't scientific!