Outside the New York Sanctum, Strange and Wong were locked in a struggle. Strange wanted to get in, but Wong refused to let him through no matter what. One pushed the door while the other closed it, both using every ounce of strength they had.
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"Hmm~~~"
"Hah~~~"
Wong's bulk had not been gained for nothing. One look at his build told the story: though he had a big belly, his arms and legs were thick with muscle too. Broad-shouldered, wide-waisted, and thick-necked.
That was not fat. That was solid!
Built like a tiger, strongmen all had this kind of physique!
By comparison, Strange was tall and long-legged, with a refined, handsome face. In terms of strength, he was completely outmatched.
Seeing the door about to shut completely, he thrust his foot forward and jammed it into the gap.
Every sorcerer who had spent time at Kamar-Taj knew that doors could not be opened and closed casually, because the next time they opened, the view on the other side might be completely different.
"Stephen, give up. I'm not letting you in." Wong raised his foot, stepped on Strange's toes, and ground down hard a few times, hoping the pain would make him retreat.
"Wong, we're brothers. You can't just stand by and watch me die!"
Strange played the friendship card. He did not want to leave the New York Sanctum. Three days had already passed since Russell's deadline, and the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong. His instincts told him that leaving Kamar-Taj would bring him terrible misfortune.
Kamar-Taj had the Sorcerer Supreme guarding it, so evil forces could not threaten his life there. But the Sorcerer Supreme would not allow him to stay, leaving the New York Sanctum as his final hope.
His survival instincts