In Marvel: Do You Really Think Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme Is Difficult?

But Zhang Yang was ultimately just a newcomer who had studied the Mystic Arts for three days.

Wong was, at the very least, one of Kamar-Taj's top ten Arch-Sorcerers.

If he was already worried about teaching a newcomer like this, what was the point of keeping his title as an Arch-Sorcerer?

"All right." Wong frowned. "Since that's the case, have him come to the library for lessons tomorrow. I'll teach him personally."

Berkeley nodded furiously.

His head moved faster than a rattle drum.

Thank heavens, he had finally escaped Zhang Yang!

He would never have to endure that humiliation again!

"So the reason you're sitting here staring at the sky and questioning your life today is because of Zhang Yang?"

Seeing Berkeley curled up miserably on the training field, Wong could not help but sneer. "Isn't he just a mage with slightly better talent? Is that really worth this? Kamar-Taj is a holy land of magic, after all. Aren't you making our holy land look bad? Don't panic. I'll teach him."

Berkeley looked at Wong gratefully. "Thank you, Arch-Sorcerer, but let me advise you on one thing. That man's comprehension is truly freakishly high!"

After saying that, Berkeley tilted his head back toward the sky and grew depressed again.

Wong shook his head and sighed at Berkeley. "Look at you. Where's your backbone?"

With that, Wong left.

As he walked, he pondered, seemingly thinking about something.

Meanwhile, Berkeley continued sitting on the training field and gazing at the stars.

No one noticed that, on the enormous training field, there was also an Aili dressed in plain monk's robes. Like Berkeley, she was looking up at the sky and muttering:

"Wasn't my talent supposed to be the strongest? Why is he so powerful?"

"Can he comprehend profound magical energy just by thinking about it? Why have I been thinking all night and still come up with nothing?!!"

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Chapter 20

Wong thought about it all night.

He did not sleep a wink.

Anyone who encountered something like this probably would not be able to sleep either.

In theory, Kamar-Taj should have been delighted to receive such a gifted Apprentice.

After all, the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, had spent several centuries searching for a genius like this. Her goal was to cultivate a powerhouse capable of shaking the Multiverse and opposing Dormammu.

But Zhang Yang's talent was perhaps a little too freakish, wasn't it?!

Just look at him.

If he really taught Zhang Yang all of Kamar-Taj's Mystic Arts, Zhang Yang might truly be able to comprehend every single one of them thoroughly.

Thinking of that, Wong hesitated.

Actually, as the administrator of the library, Wong's knowledge of magic was absolutely no less than The Ancient One's.

After all, Kamar-Taj's library was a treasure trove. It contained all kinds of magic, both large and small, including books on Dark Magic forbidden by Kamar-Taj.

Wong had managed the library for so many years. Although his talent limitations meant that he had seen many spells without being able to learn them, apart from the Sorcerer Supreme, The Ancient One, no one in Kamar-Taj dared claim to understand more magic than he did.

Teach him everything?

What if he raised a BOSS?

Zhang Yang had never cultivated outside before, so it was impossible to determine whether his heart was righteous or evil. Doing this would be too risky.

Teach him only the basics?

Zhang Yang was someone who could use a Magic Ray to split open the summit of Mount Everest!

Wong shook his head. No, that would not work!

Then again, Berkeley had made Zhang Yang sound incredibly powerful.

But Wong had never witnessed it himself.

Perhaps that fellow Berkeley had exaggerated too much?

He still had to see it with his own eyes.

He would adapt as the situation demanded.

That was what Wong thought.

After thinking about it all night without sleeping, Berkeley brought Zhang Yang over early the next morning.

With huge dark circles under his eyes, Wong still had to force himself to stay alert. It was truly exhausting.

"Arch-Sorcerer." Berkeley saluted Wong.

Seeing Berkeley salute, Zhang Yang hurriedly saluted as well. "Arch-Sorcerer."

Wong yawned and nodded.

He was, after all, an Arch-Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj.

He did not need to put on a forced display of authority like Berkeley.

His ability and reputation spoke for themselves.

When Wong saw Zhang Yang, he looked him up and down.

He was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old young man who looked quite spirited. He carried an air of righteousness, seemed humble and likable, and had no obvious faults.

Wong was quite satisfied with his first impression of Zhang Yang.

"I'm an Arch-Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj. From now on, you can just call me Wong," Wong said casually.

Zhang Yang froze.

Wong?

Wasn't that the Wong who managed Kamar-Taj's library and liked listening to Beyoncé's music?

Zhang Yang felt somewhat delighted.

He had been at Kamar-Taj for so long, and he had finally met a familiar character.

"All right, Wong." Zhang Yang nodded, his eyes shining.

It had to be said that, with a limited movie budget, the films had not done a very good job of showcasing Kamar-Taj's Mystic Arts.

Wong's character had not been given much prominence either.

But judging from Wong's identity alone, he was definitely considered a powerhouse in Kamar-Taj.

He was an Arch-Sorcerer, after all, and one of the only disciples The Ancient One trusted.

His abilities and character were unquestionably excellent, so Zhang Yang was quite satisfied that Wong would be his instructor.

"All right. I've heard a little about your situation from Berkeley. I heard you already know more than three hundred kinds of Weapon Magic?"

Without wasting any words, Wong went straight to the point.

Zhang Yang nodded and answered neither arrogantly nor humbly, "Mm. Following Senior Brother Berkeley, I did learn quite a lot."

Those words indirectly affirmed Senior Brother Berkeley's instruction.

That made Wong's favorable impression of Zhang Yang rise a few more points.

People said that when drinking water, one should not forget who dug the well. A person had to know how to be grateful.

It seemed this boy Zhang Yang was not bad at heart.

Berkeley, who was standing nearby, turned bright red after hearing Zhang Yang's words.

He could not help roaring inwardly:

Heaven above, I only drew one line...

I didn't teach him anything else. He comprehended it all by himself!

Of course, Wong could not hear what Berkeley was thinking.

At that moment, Wong only wanted to test whether Zhang Yang's ability and comprehension were truly as freakish as Berkeley had claimed.

Wong stood up and looked at Zhang Yang. "Since that's the case, use the Rings of Raggadorr."

As he spoke, Wong raised his hand and demonstrated.

He was an Arch-Sorcerer, after all.

Wong cast the spell very quickly, unlike Berkeley, who still needed some time to prepare.

Almost the moment he raised his hands, two small, round red Magic Shields appeared beside his left and right hands.

"I imagine Berkeley taught you the Magic Shield spell. The Rings of Raggadorr are also one of Kamar-Taj's basic spells, and can be considered a starting technique. They're an essential combat weapon built upon the Magic Shield. If you understand more than three hundred kinds of Weapon Magic, mastering the Rings of Raggadorr shouldn't be difficult," Wong seriously explained to Zhang Yang.

After finishing his explanation, Wong withdrew the Rings of Raggadorr.

He raised his hand and gestured for Zhang Yang to demonstrate.

Zhang Yang nodded.

Naturally, among the more than three hundred Weapon Magic spells Zhang Yang had comprehended, the Rings of Raggadorr were included, so it was effortless.

Zhang Yang cast the Rings of Raggadorr.

Just like Wong.

Two red Magic Shields appeared beside Zhang Yang's left and right hands as well.

Although Zhang Yang cast the spell more slowly than Wong, when Wong saw the Rings of Raggadorr he had produced, he could not help feeling shocked.

The Rings of Raggadorr had two forms. One was orange-yellow.

The other was the red form.

Generally speaking, almost no mage below the Arch-Sorcerer level could cast the red form.

That was because the red form was stronger than the orange-yellow form.

The red form of the Rings of Raggadorr could withstand attacks at the Sub-Heavenly Father Level at the very least.

And one of the representatives of the Sub-Heavenly Father Level was Thanos.

It was easy to imagine how powerful the magical energy required to cast it had to be.

This boy Zhang Yang had only entered the field three days ago, yet he could already cast the red Rings of Raggadorr.

He was truly frightening!

Wong could have asked Zhang Yang to cast the Crimson Bands directly.

After all, Berkeley had said that Zhang Yang learned the Crimson Bands in just one day.

But after thinking it over, Wong decided that doing so might let Zhang Yang realize how powerful the Crimson Bands were.

So Wong changed his method of testing him.

He simply had not expected Berkeley's words to contain not the slightest exaggeration.

Zhang Yang really was a freak of nature..