In Marvel: Do You Really Think Being the Sorcerer Supreme Is So Hard? Chapter 10

As he walked, he continued, "The most important thing in practicing magic is sensing the energy of nature, then gathering that energy together. So what you need to do now is feel the cold and gain the energy to resist it. Of course, if any of you can't hold on, you may leave first."

As Berkeley spoke, he casually drew a Portal.

In truth.

Kamar-Taj had no such thing as training by feeling the cold.

Kaecilius had brought them to Mount Everest so they could practice Portals.

But that only came after they had studied magic for a month.

Yet because of Zhang Yang, Berkeley had moved this Mount Everest training up ahead of schedule.

Of course, the chances of him teaching Zhang Yang how to draw a Portal now were slim.

Because Zhang Yang already knew how.

And he had done it without even wearing a Sling Ring!

What a freak!

So Berkeley had brought Zhang Yang and the others here under the pretense of making them resist the cold, when in reality, he was simply increasing Zhang Yang's training difficulty.

In truth, Berkeley could resist the cold only because he possessed a certain amount of magical energy.

Once enough magical energy had gathered within the body, one could transform that energy into internal heat, raising one's body temperature and resisting the cold.

This operation consumed an enormous amount of magical energy.

Ordinary beginner sorcerers could not do it.

And with Berkeley's current ability, he could only last an hour at most.

After all, magical energy was not something that could be taught into existence.

It required long-term cultivation accumulated over time.

Although Zhang Yang could comprehend various magical incantations and learn the Crimson Bands,

The problem was,

the Crimson Bands borrowed the power of the Crimson Cosmos.

As for Weapon Magic,

most of it only required basic magical energy and familiarity with the incantations.

It did not consume much magical energy.

Simply put, it was like someone learning swordsmanship.

After watching a set of moves once, as long as he was not an idiot, he could learn them after practicing a few times.

But comprehending sword intent and using it to kill people was not so simple.

That was the principle.

And the same applied at Kamar-Taj.

As long as someone had even a little magical talent, they could use magical artifacts to learn incantations and master those basic spells after enough practice. It was only a matter of time.

But using magical energy

required long-term accumulation.

Therefore, Berkeley did not believe Zhang Yang could gain the energy to resist the cold in such a short time.

At most, ten minutes.

Zhang Yang and the others would definitely leave and return to Kamar-Taj.

Did they really think magic was so easy to practice?

Berkeley felt rather smug.

Of course, Wong had reminded him, which was why he had thought of this method.

Watching Zhang Yang, Aili, and the other two sorcerers stubbornly endure the cold, Berkeley remained unmoved as he paced among the four of them.

In less than three minutes, someone shook his head.

"Senior Brother Berkeley, I can't do it anymore. It's too cold." A middle-aged Apprentice shook his head and said through chattering teeth.

The younger Apprentice hurriedly added, "S-Senior Brother... I can't take it..."

"Go back." Berkeley waved his hand, pretending to be regretful.

The two Apprentices fled as if escaping for their lives.

Now, only Zhang Yang and Aili remained.

Berkeley watched the two of them endure the cold without any rush or concern.

Ten minutes passed...

Neither of them gave in.

Berkeley's expression froze, and he thought to himself in disbelief:

At most thirty minutes. They would definitely give in.

Thirty minutes passed...

The two were still standing atop Mount Everest, with no sign that either intended to retreat.

But Berkeley had consumed too much magical energy.

Now, he felt a trace of cold.

He turned his gaze toward Aili.

Aili clearly looked cold, yet she was still holding on. She probably would not last much longer.

Then he turned to Zhang Yang.

Good grief.

Why did this guy's expression look more and more wrong?

Why did he seem to be getting more relaxed?

Another ten minutes passed...

They had already stood on Mount Everest for more than fifty minutes. Berkeley felt as though he could no longer hold on.

He felt colder and colder.

Yet Zhang Yang's expression seemed to grow increasingly relaxed.

Could this guy... really have become resistant to the cold?

Berkeley wondered.

Just then, Zhang Yang suddenly spoke. "Senior Brother Berkeley, I feel like... I'm not cold anymore."

Zhang Yang spoke very seriously. Before Berkeley could respond, he continued, "Have I completed the training?"

Boom!

Zhang Yang's words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making Berkeley's scalp go numb.

No way?

No way?

Zhang Yang had resisted the cold in only forty minutes?!

Berkeley was dumbfounded. Before he could say anything, Zhang Yang said excitedly, "Senior Brother, you were right. I can now feel a stream of energy moving through my body. This energy is helping me resist the cold very effectively."

Berkeley's mouth twitched.

Could Zhang Yang really have gathered his own magical energy within his body already?

Berkeley hesitated before saying to Zhang Yang, "Try using the energy in your body, just like I demonstrated for you yesterday. Do you remember? Yesterday, when I drew a Magic Ray and swung it, there was a magical aura. That was magical energy."

Berkeley spoke seriously.

Though he truly did not want to admit it, Berkeley also wanted to see just how much magical energy Zhang Yang had gained.

Zhang Yang nodded, raised his hand, drew a Magic Ray, and held it in his hand.

He sensed the energy moving through his body, felt the raging wind around him, felt everything in nature, and then swung with all his strength.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rang out.

The raging wind was torn apart and swept away along with the Magic Ray in Zhang Yang's hand.

That single swing from Zhang Yang shook all of Mount Everest.

Berkeley's eyes widened as he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.

If he had not seen wrong, a crack had begun to split open from where Zhang Yang had swung, spreading into the distance.

Then... the mountain shook.

The crack grew wider and wider.

The summit of Mount Everest had actually been cleaved in half by Zhang Yang!!

"Z-Zhang Yang... y-you can become an Apprentice Sorcerer now. You've graduated..."

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Berkeley said those words almost trembling.

He simply could not understand why he had brought Zhang Yang to Mount Everest in the first place?!

Was he deliberately looking for humiliation?

He had only casually explained that they should practice gathering magical energy.

This was something that could not be gathered without a year or two of effort.

Yet Zhang Yang had spent fifty minutes on Mount Everest and could split the summit in half?

What the hell?

"Senior Brother... I think I used too much force. I accidentally... split Mount Everest's summit in half..." Zhang Yang looked at his handiwork.

Though Zhang Yang felt a little pleased inside,

he also seemed to realize that he had caused trouble.

He spoke to Berkeley somewhat awkwardly.

However, Zhang Yang did not know

that in Berkeley's eyes,

Zhang Yang was showing off!

And he was doing it without even trying!

The deadliest kind!

What did he mean by accidentally?

Did he think I was blind? With that one slash of light, Mount Everest, eight thousand meters high, probably only has four thousand meters left!

"Zhang Yang, just how did you do it..." At this moment, Berkeley no longer wanted to hide it from Zhang Yang.

Nor did he want Zhang Yang to think he was incapable anymore.

There was simply no way to hide it now.

What the hell.

A person could split Mount Everest's summit in half??

Even an idiot would know this was not something an Apprentice could accomplish!