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

No kidding, this Fear Magic was truly terrifying!

It hadn't caused any actual damage, yet it had actually forced the entire Chitauri army to retreat?!

It had even scared them into closing the wormhole. That was frightening beyond belief!

At the thought, Wong broke out in another cold sweat.

Hearing Wong's voice, Zhang Yang finally withdrew his Fear Magic.

Seeing Wong drenched in cold sweat, Zhang Yang said unhappily, "Wong, I spent the entire night thinking it over after I went back. For now, this is as far as I've managed to cultivate the magic. How is everything? Where does the situation stand now? What happened to the Chitauri army?"

With that, Zhang Yang sighed.

His attention had been too focused just now, and he hadn't paid any attention to what was happening on-site.

"It's already impressive that you managed to learn this much in one night... As for the Chitauri army, they retreated," Wong said with a bitter smile.

What the hell!

I made that magic up!

If you could really learn it, you'd already be incredibly powerful!

The key point was that you had cultivated it to the point where the entire Chitauri army had been scared away, and they had even closed the wormhole in terror.

What more did you want?

Did it only count as impressive if you drove someone insane?

Wong wiped the cold sweat from his head and said to Zhang Yang, "Come on. Let's return to Kamar-Taj."

Zhang Yang nodded. A Portal opened, and he walked back to Kamar-Taj.

What Wong didn't know was that—

Zhang Yang was currently comprehending his magic again.

He had completely ignored Wong and the situation at the scene.

He hadn't even paid any attention to Berkeley and Aili lying on the ground.

"Arch-Sorcerer... Zhang Yang... that guy is just too damn abnormal...!" Berkeley struggled to stand up from the ground, his entire body still trembling uncontrollably.

Sigh—

Wong let out a sigh.

No matter what, the hard days were finally coming to an end!

The Sorcerer Supreme should be returning to Kamar-Taj soon!

Wong's hands trembled as he cast a Portal. He said to Berkeley, "Let's go."

Berkeley nearly burst into tears. "Arch-Sorcerer, my legs have gone weak."

"..." Wong said, "Have you no backbone at all?"

Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One's Sanctum.

The guardians of the Sanctum had basically all arrived. At the very center, The Ancient One sat upright on a low couch. She had changed into white monk's robes and looked just as she always had.

Mysterious and serene.

"Sorcerer Supreme, the power that appeared today was truly terrifying. We must find out who possesses such immense energy. Kamar-Taj absolutely cannot allow such an evil force to exist!"

After completing his salute, the anxious Mordo immediately spoke.

After he finished, a trace of difficulty appeared on Wong's face.

"How can you be so certain, Senior Brother, that the person possesses an evil power?" Wong couldn't help asking.

It was rare for Wong, who usually didn't say much, to speak during a meeting of the sorcerers—and even rarer for him to question Mordo.

The Ancient One's brows shifted slightly. Before Mordo could speak, she asked, "Do you know something?"

The Ancient One stared straight at Wong.

Wong lowered his head and said, "Yes, Sorcerer Supreme. I know who that powerful energy came from today. His name is Zhang Yang. He is an Apprentice newly recruited by Kamar-Taj, though he is now an Apprentice Sorcerer."

Mordo: ...

The Ancient One: ...

The sorcerers: ...

What?

You're saying that a mere Apprentice of Kamar-Taj could possess such powerful energy?

"Wong, you never lie," Mordo said solemnly.

He had a strange feeling.

Wong seemed to be teasing him.

To say that an Arch-Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj possessed such powerful magical energy, Mordo could reluctantly believe it.

But Wong was saying that an Apprentice possessed such powerful magical energy?

If Mordo believed that, then there really had to be a ghost.

He absolutely didn't believe it!

"Senior Brother, I'm not lying," Wong said with a sincere and innocent expression.

Not lying?

You call this not lying?

Didn't he know how capable Kamar-Taj's Apprentices were?

Was he really going to keep stubbornly denying it?

"Then tell me, how does he possess such powerful energy?!" Mordo glared at Wong and demanded.

His stern, square face seemed to have three words stamped across it: I don't believe you!

"Sorcerer Supreme..."

It would have been fine if the matter hadn't been brought up, but the moment it was mentioned, Wong felt so aggrieved he could have cried.

He looked pitifully at The Ancient One and said, "A magical genius has come to Kamar-Taj! He learns everything the moment he's taught! If you don't come back soon, I truly don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Wong's words stirred a strange feeling in The Ancient One's heart.

He learned everything the moment he was taught?

An Apprentice?

For some reason, The Ancient One suddenly recalled how Odin had come to ask her for an Apprentice.

"He learns everything the moment he's taught?" Mordo asked in confusion before The Ancient One could speak.

"Yes!" Wong hurriedly said. "That Zhang Yang guy! He learned Magic Shield in forty minutes! After thinking about it for one night, he learned Crimson Bands! After another night, he learned Portal—and opened one directly to Asgard..."

Wong looked at the sorcerers in the Sanctum, whose expressions were gradually filling with astonishment, and paused to catch his breath.

A moment later, he continued, "That's not all. The most important thing is that we were afraid his comprehension would lead him to learn magic that was too powerful and leave Kamar-Taj. In desperation, we made up Fear Magic and taught it to him... We never expected that kid to actually learn it!"

Mordo: ...

The Ancient One: ...

The sorcerers: ...

Fear Magic... what was that supposed to be?

"According to you, the powerful energy that appeared in New York earlier came from that Zhang Yang kid using the Fear Magic you made up for him, and he scared the Chitauri army away?" Mordo deduced after hearing Wong out.

Wong nodded repeatedly.

"Hahahahahaha!" Seeing Wong nod, the stern Mordo suddenly burst out laughing.

Mordo's laughter caused all the sorcerers in the Sanctum to laugh as well.

"Senior Brother, what are you laughing at?" Wong asked, unable to understand.

No, seriously—what was there to laugh about in something this terrifying?

"Wong, did you think the atmosphere was too serious and want to lighten it up? What a joke! Do you even know what you just said? Based on everything you've told us, there isn't a single person in the entire Mage World who could accomplish any of it!"

After stopping his laughter, Mordo scolded Wong.

Mordo was somewhat confused now.

Wong, who never lied, had actually started lying today?

What was going on today?

He kept running into strange things.

Mordo couldn't help thinking this.

However, Mordo didn't know that his doubts had left Wong in a hopelessly difficult position.

Wong hurriedly turned to The Ancient One and said, "Sorcerer Supreme, I can swear to the Vishanti that every word I just said is true!"

As he spoke, Wong made the hand gesture for an oath, as if he were preparing to cast Oath Magic.

When ordinary people swore an oath, it was merely an oath.

Whether it came true was another matter.

But a sorcerer's oath was different.

Oath Magic.

Once the words were spoken, every word would be heard by the Vishanti.

If any of it was false, the speaker's soul would be stripped away.

Wong dared to swear an oath to the Vishanti?

Mordo froze at once. No normal sorcerer would go that far just to tell a lie.

So even if Wong really was lying, there was no need for him to make such a vicious oath.

"Could it be that everything you just said is true?" Mordo couldn't help asking.

At that moment, The Ancient One seemed to be pondering something and didn't interrupt.

"Of course!" Wong said decisively.

Mordo was stunned. He stepped forward and said to the emotional Wong, "Wong, there's really no need for this! To make us believe you, you actually dared to swear an oath to the Vishanti?! Aren't you afraid of having your soul taken away?"

"I really didn't lie to you! If you don't believe me, go teach him yourselves and you'll know!" Wong said anxiously.

"Then we'll teach him! Wong, go and bring that Zhang Yang fellow here! If that Zhang Yang really is as talented as you claim, I'll let him take my position as Senior Brother!"

That was just how Mordo was.

Extreme and stubbornly serious.

But Wong was not only straightforward by nature—he was also a completely hopeless blockhead.

That was why he had explained everything to Mordo so earnestly.

He never expected Mordo to take it seriously and even say that he would give Zhang Yang the position of Senior Brother if Zhang Yang truly had that kind of talent.

Good heavens!

Could a position like that really be given away?