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

Such incredible talent!

I racked my brains trying to keep him at Kamar-Taj, and you want to exile him?!

What a waste of talent!

Seeing his own disciples, Mordo and Wong, arguing fiercely over an Apprentice, The Ancient One could not help shaking her head.

Since Kamar-Taj had been founded, she had never seen an Apprentice make two hall-guardian-level sorcerers argue like this.

"Enough. Dismissed." The Ancient One waved her hand, sending Mordo and Wong away. Their argument had given her a headache.

Seeing The Ancient One, Mordo hurriedly asked, "Then... what about Zhang Yang?"

Not daring to be too disrespectful, Mordo's tone was full of probing.

The Ancient One said, "I have my own plans. Tomorrow, Wong will continue teaching him."

"..." Wong said, "No way! Master!"

Please spare me!

Everyone left as night fell.

The Ancient One sat cross-legged before the couch, filled with doubts about Zhang Yang.

Could someone truly possess such extraordinary magical talent?

The answer was certainly yes.

But talent reaching the terrifying level Wong had described was indeed hard to believe.

Still, Odin had come to see The Ancient One before. It seemed that Odin was extremely interested in Zhang Yang.

That could only prove one thing.

Zhang Yang was useful. He was not a bad person.

But what secret did Zhang Yang carry?

For a moment, The Ancient One could not find an answer.

So, she cast a spell and opened the Eye of Agamotto.

It seemed she wanted to peer into the future and the past.

After closing her eyes for quite some time, The Ancient One suddenly opened them wide, her pupils dilating.

There was actually...

No future...?

This was the first time The Ancient One had encountered such a situation.

The Eye of Agamotto could not see the future.

When she tried to foresee Zhang Yang's future, all she could see was a streak of golden light.

That golden light was Holy Light!

What did Holy Light represent?!

In magic, Holy Light represented supremacy!

New York, S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Do you know what happened earlier?" Nick Fury sat in his office and looked at Hawkeye, Thor, and Captain America across from him.

"I heard we all knelt down," Captain America said grimly.

Though it was embarrassing to say, it still had to be said.

"Mm..." Nick Fury frowned and looked at Captain America. "Where's Stark?"

"Stark... went home," Captain America said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hawkeye added, "He looked pretty depressed when he left. He didn't even want his favorite beef burger."

Obviously!

What normal person would not be depressed!?

Especially someone as proud as Stark, who had knelt in public!

If he was not depressed, that would be strange!

Thinking of the Chitauri army retreating in panic, scrambling away in terror, and the fear that had thrown all of S.H.I.E.L.D. into chaos, Nick Fury knew that someone truly extraordinary had appeared!

"It seems we're not only dealing with invaders. Earth itself isn't safe either," Nick Fury said sharply.

The hot-tempered Thor raised his hammer as he listened, swinging it around as he shouted, "It was definitely those strange people! They're the ones who made Hulk disappear! If I see them again, I'll smash their heads in with my hammer!"

Thor was rather furious right now.

The expression on his face laid his thoughts bare.

Still, it was normal for Thor to be angry.

Although... Thor had not gone as far as kneeling.

However, it was said that Thor had run through the streets crying for his mother.

And someone had even recorded it and uploaded it online.

A muscular man in armor and a strange red scrap of cloth, holding a hammer as he ran and shouted, "I want my mother! Mother! Thor is so scared!" The video was indeed rather bizarre.

And apparently, it was getting an incredible number of views.

Within an hour of being uploaded, it had already surpassed five hundred thousand views.

"Strange people? Who did you encounter?" The sensitive Nick Fury caught the key point and hurriedly asked.

Thor was about to speak when Hill suddenly walked in from outside.

"Sir, Natasha sent the latest information. She said she learned of a name in Kathmandu: Kamar-Taj," Hill said as soon as she entered.

"Kamar-Taj?" Thor frowned upon hearing the name. "I seem to have seen that name in Asgardian ancient texts."

According to Kamar-Taj's old customs.

Zhang Yang should have been handed over to Mordo's disciple, Kaecilius, for instruction.

But The Ancient One had Wong continue teaching him.

Ultimately, it was because The Ancient One trusted Wong more.

At the same time, she acknowledged Zhang Yang.

Early the next morning.

As usual, Zhang Yang followed Berkeley to the Kamar-Taj Library early in the morning.

Berkeley had come to pay his respects, while Zhang Yang had come to study magic.

But today's situation looked somewhat different.

The library, which usually only had Wong in it, now had three other sorcerers seated inside.

One was The Ancient One, another was Mordo, and the last was someone Zhang Yang did not know.

Berkeley was startled at first, then quickly bowed. "Senior Brother, Sorcerer Supreme, Senior Brother Kaecilius."

The three were all reading. The Ancient One gave a slight nod in acknowledgment, while Mordo did not even raise his head, his face full of displeasure.

Only Kaecilius kept staring at Zhang Yang, holding a book without reading it.

That gaze made Zhang Yang rather uncomfortable.

It felt as though it carried some sort of emotion.

Zhang Yang gave a simple bow, and Wong stepped forward. "No need to be so formal. Master, Senior Brother, and Kaecilius are looking through some materials in the Kamar-Taj Library. We'll continue with our lesson as usual. You don't need to be nervous."

Do people read books in groups now?

What an excuse.

Whether Zhang Yang believed it or not, Berkeley certainly did not.

Most importantly, Senior Brother Kaecilius was holding his book upside down.

Good grief.

Who reads a book upside down?!

Berkeley understood what was going on but did not expose it. Zhang Yang, however, smiled and reminded Kaecilius, "Senior Brother Kaecilius, I think you're holding your book upside down."

Wong: ...

Mordo: ...

Berkeley: ...

Good grief, he really was worthy of being Wong's disciple!

He was just as blunt as Wong and just as unafraid of offending people!

"Junior Brother, don't speak carelessly when you don't understand! Many magic books offer new insights when read upside down!" Berkeley hurriedly said beside Zhang Yang, smoothing things over.

Zhang Yang suddenly understood. "I see. Magic books truly are profound and unfathomable!"

You could even read them upside down. There must be plenty of powerful magic recorded within them, right?!

Thinking that, Zhang Yang could not help asking, "Wong, when can I read books in the Kamar-Taj Library?!"

"When you become a Master Sorcerer," Wong explained.

After all, not just anyone could borrow the books in the Kamar-Taj Library.

Zhang Yang asked again, "Then when can I become a Master Sorcerer?"

That question stumped Wong.

If not for all the doubts surrounding Zhang Yang, then with Zhang Yang's talent and strength, he should have been promoted to Master Sorcerer long ago.

However, if they were simply overthinking things, then continually holding back such a talent would not be good for Kamar-Taj either.

"When you learn close-quarters combat and can use it proficiently." Wong looked at Zhang Yang seriously. "Today, I'll teach you close-quarters combat."

Kamar-Taj primarily focused on close-range magic, with everything else supplementary.

At Kamar-Taj, a sorcerer who could not fight at close range was not a good sorcerer!

Wong had fooled Zhang Yang before and had not seriously taught him much, so he felt somewhat guilty toward Zhang Yang.

Still, even if it had been deception.

It had also been for Kamar-Taj's sake.

But now, the Sorcerer Supreme had returned and told Wong to teach Zhang Yang properly.

Wong no longer had so many concerns.

With that thought, Wong loosened up his muscles and beckoned to Berkeley beside him. "Come."

Berkeley: "..."

In the end, I'm just a tool.

Though Berkeley was somewhat unwilling, after thinking for a while, he still went over.

Seeing Wong ready and eager to begin, Berkeley could not help swallowing.

Over there, Wong was already explaining, "Zhang Yang, watch carefully. I'm going to teach you combat now. Combat refers to fighting and battle. Every country has different fighting techniques, and there are many different types of combat."