Mordo stared at the metal blades that had sprung from Strange's forearms, a flicker of astonishment passing through his eyes.
He had never seen anything like them.
And in his understanding, a duel between sorcerers should have been a clash of spells, not pulling out knives like street thugs.
Before he could say anything.
The next second, Strange vanished from before his eyes.
This!
Mordo's pupils narrowed.
It wasn't an invisibility spell, nor was it spatial teleportation.
This was simply speed beyond the limits of human vision!
Surprised as he was, Mordo was still a battle-hardened sorcerer.
Relying on combat instincts forged through years of training, he began forming hand seals the instant Strange disappeared.
His hands turned, magic gathering in his palms.
Golden sparks danced as the Seven Rings of Raggadorr was about to take shape.
But Strange knew all this too well.
He himself was one of Kamar-Taj's most outstanding sorcerers.
He knew the sequence of hand seals for every spell, the speed at which magic flowed through the body's channels, and even the fraction-of-a-second delay before a defensive shield fully solidified after casting.
Strange lowered his body and slid in from an extremely tricky angle.
He avoided Mordo's hands, which were releasing protective magic, and his blade flashed with icy light as it went straight for Mordo's side.
Slash—
Blood splattered.
Mordo let out a pained grunt and staggered backward.
The protective spell had not even had time to shine before it was forcibly interrupted.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Mordo quickly formed another hand seal.
A phantom of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak coiled around his fingertips, trying to limit Strange's speed.
But with the Sandevistan's enhancement, Strange's speed was practically a dimensional advantage over Mordo.
The greatest weakness of sorcerers was casting windup.
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