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

"Had Zhang Yang studied Sanda before?" Mordo asked as he watched Zhang Yang suddenly start using Sanda.

"Absolutely not!" Berkeley spoke up. "Back during the Battle of New York, Wong got into a fight with the Avengers. I told them to go help, but Zhang Yang was still saying he didn't know any fighting techniques, which was why he used the Fear Magic we made up."

Berkeley deliberately lowered his voice as he spoke, seemingly afraid Zhang Yang might hear him.

Still, Mordo found it hard to believe Berkeley.

No matter how he looked at it, Zhang Yang's Sanda did not seem like something he had just learned. It was not particularly proficient, nowhere near master level, but it was at least the level someone would reach after one or two years of training.

If Zhang Yang had never studied Sanda, how could he fight at this level?

Mordo stared coldly at Berkeley, his face full of suspicion.

Berkeley found himself unable to defend himself.

Every word he had said was the truth!

Berkeley was thinking about how to explain himself to Mordo.

Just then, Kaecilius spoke again in surprise. "Isn't this Muay Thai?"

Mordo: ???

Berkeley: ???

What Muay Thai?

Hadn't they just said it was Sanda?

Berkeley and Mordo both wondered as they looked back at the stage. Zhang Yang's stance and movements had changed.

Those swaying shuffling steps and the position of his fists—wasn't that Muay Thai?!

"..." Mordo said, "Are you sure Zhang Yang never learned Muay Thai?"

Berkeley felt like crying without tears.

Senior Brother Mordo!

Zhang Yang really did not know how to fight before!

If he had, he would not have refused to engage in close combat when the aliens invaded, would he?!

"I swear... Senior Brother..." Berkeley said weakly.

Heaven was his witness, every word he said was true.

"Maybe Zhang Yang figured out Sanda and Muay Thai from that set of Military Boxing." Berkeley hurriedly explained. Honestly, it was not impossible.

And the possibility was quite high.

Of course, only Berkeley thought it was likely.

Mordo and Kaecilius, however.

Did not think so at all.

They both felt as though their intelligence had been utterly crushed.

From one set of Military Boxing, he could comprehend Sanda and Muay Thai?

Come on, who were you trying to fool?

What, did he think they did not know Sanda and Muay Thai?

That they had never learned Mixed Martial Arts?

With that kind of comprehension, wouldn't he be absurdly gifted?!

"Berkeley, do you take us for idiots? Muay Thai and Sanda are worlds apart!" Mordo was getting angry.

Berkeley was stunned by his anger and quickly said, "Senior Brother... that's really not it! Zhang Yang's comprehension truly is that high! Before, I only taught them the incantation for Magic Ray. Zhang Yang went back and thought about it for one night, then somehow learned more than three hundred kinds of Weapon Magic, all of them minor spells from Kamar-Taj..."

In Berkeley's heart, if Zhang Yang ranked first in comprehension and talent at Kamar-Taj, no one would dare claim second.

Other people learned one thing and, at most, drew inferences from it.

Zhang Yang could learn one thing and draw a hundred inferences from it.

He was ridiculously amazing!

After hearing Berkeley, Mordo could not help asking, "You mean you only taught them Magic Ray, and Zhang Yang learned other Weapon Magic on his own?"

Berkeley nodded.

Huh?

That could not be possible, could it?

A huge question mark appeared on Mordo's face again.

At the same time, Kaecilius spoke up again. "Is this... Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?"

Mordo and Berkeley's attention was drawn over once more.

It actually was Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu...??

Now even Mordo was dumbfounded.

"Senior Brother, Zhang Yang probably hasn't learned Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu either..." This time, Berkeley spoke before Mordo could ask.

However, Mordo truly did not want to ask anymore.

Because at that moment, Mordo wanted to see.

Just what else Zhang Yang knew.

It was not just Mordo. Kaecilius and the Ancient One wanted to see as well.

The fighting arena fell silent at that moment.

There were no more whispers. The only sounds left in the arena were fists and feet colliding.

"Is that Karate?"

"Tai Chi?"

"Jeet Kune Do?"

"Wing Chun?"

"Sambo?"

Originally, everyone in the fighting arena thought Wong, a fighting master, was bullying a novice who had only learned Military Boxing.

But now.

No one thought that anymore.

Zhang Yang had forcibly turned Military Boxing into Mixed Martial Arts.

From what they had seen alone, Zhang Yang had already used over thirty different fighting styles from nearly ten countries.

What was more, he had perfectly blended fighting styles like Judo and Karate together.

He used them with almost no visible openings.

He had forcibly turned Wong, a fighting master, from the attacker into the defender.

Good lord.

Mordo and the others watched in stunned disbelief.

For some reason, Mordo suddenly felt an involuntary sense of realization.

He actually began to believe that Zhang Yang might really be capable of drawing a hundred inferences from one example.

Otherwise, who would go out of their way to learn so many martial arts?

They were not really trying to become martial arts masters.

They were just mages!

Mordo and Kaecilius were utterly confused.

After all, it was their first time witnessing Zhang Yang's terrifying talent and comprehension.

They found it hard to believe, feeling both shocked and doubtful.

But the problem was, they were not the only three people in the fighting arena who were dumbfounded.

Wong was too.

Wong himself was not only confused, but also extremely depressed.

To be honest, it was not necessarily true that Zhang Yang's fighting skills surpassed Wong's.

After all, Wong had fought in close quarters for many years. His proficiency and understanding of combat styles from various countries far exceeded Zhang Yang's.

Not only did he understand those fighting styles, he also knew how to counter their various moves.

Fighting was like that.

Proficiency and understanding were indeed important, but they were not the most crucial factors.

The crucial factor was physical constitution.

Why had Wong started defending?

Because Wong had discovered something: Zhang Yang's constitution... or rather, his physical abilities, seemed far stronger than his own.

Every move Zhang Yang made, every punch and kick.

Wong even felt that normal human strength could not withstand them.

Especially Zhang Yang's speed and strength!

His attacks came so fast that they reminded Wong of his long-gone youth.

If Wong had not been using the Ring of Raggadorr to defend himself, he probably would have raised the white flag and surrendered long ago.

Most crucially, this was Zhang Yang's strength after he claimed to be holding back?

What exactly had Zhang Yang comprehended in a single night?

Had he attained enlightenment and become a Buddha overnight or something?

Zhang Yang's strength, speed, and all-around physical abilities were so powerful that even Wong was having trouble dealing with them?

Every time Zhang Yang landed a hit, Wong felt like he could cry from the pain.

Most terrifyingly, when Wong's fists struck Zhang Yang, it was like scratching an itch. Zhang Yang barely reacted at all.

It would have been fine if Zhang Yang showed no reaction.

But Wong's own hands hurt terribly.

Thinking about it, Wong felt he had been far too straightforward.

He had actually refused to use magical energy to defend himself!

Relying solely on his raw strength to attack Zhang Yang felt like punching a steel plate.

It hurt like hell!

Wong felt that if this continued, he would not be able to hold on much longer.

Wong truly did not want to admit that the reason he was losing was because his physical abilities were inferior to Zhang Yang's.

What a mess.