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It was as if Wong had become weak and frail; even the punches he threw seemed utterly powerless.

It was truly infuriating.

Zhang Yang was much younger than Wong.

But looking at Zhang Yang's slight frame, he didn't look like someone who could unleash that kind of strength at all.

Where had things gone wrong?

The more Wong thought about it, the harder it became for him to concentrate, and his speed in receiving Zhang Yang's moves began to slow.

Before he knew it, Wong had inexplicably taken no fewer than five hits from Zhang Yang.

Every single blow nearly made him cough up blood.

The pain was unbelievably awful.

Wong finally understood. What kind of sparring match was this?

Fighting Zhang Yang was nothing but getting beaten up!

Wong didn't know whether Zhang Yang felt pain, but Wong himself genuinely felt as though his entire body had been slashed by countless blades.

Whether Zhang Yang hit him or he hit Zhang Yang, Wong was the one getting hurt.

Seriously, try punching a piece of iron yourself. Wouldn't that hurt?

Of course, pain wasn't the main point. The main point was that Wong had to endure it.

The Ancient One, Mordo, Kaecilius, and Berkeley were all watching!

So many pairs of eyes were on Wong.

As a close-combat sorcerer with extensive battle experience, if he cried out in pain after getting beaten by Zhang Yang, he might as well hide in the Kamar-Taj Library for the rest of his life and never come out!

He couldn't show it, so he could only hide it.

Wong was suffering in silence!

Even after getting hit, he had to put on an expression that said, "I'm fine. Come again."

Wong couldn't understand why he had agreed to spar with Zhang Yang, and had even specifically added that they couldn't use any other magic!

Wasn't this just forcing himself to suffer?

Wong pondered without hesitation.

And while he was thinking, Zhang Yang landed quite a few more forceful attacks on him.

Honestly, if Wong's close-combat experience hadn't been so much better than Zhang Yang's, Zhang Yang's physique alone would probably have taken him down in two or three moves.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang had only spent one night thinking about it.

If he had spent another night or two, Wong probably wouldn't have been a match for him at all!

After exchanging more than a dozen moves with Zhang Yang, Wong felt it was time to end this fight as quickly as possible.

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Chapter 54

"Too passive..."

A faint sigh came from the sparring arena.

That sigh came from Kaecilius.

Watching Wong defend continuously without launching an attack, Kaecilius couldn't help muttering, "Wong is going pretty easy on him."

From Kaecilius's perspective,

although he was shocked by Zhang Yang's changes overnight and his sudden understanding of various fighting styles, Zhang Yang's overall combat skills were not more impressive than Wong's.

He still looked somewhat inexperienced, and there were many openings in his movements.

Wong's fighting skills were above Kaecilius's.

They ranked among the best in all of Kamar-Taj.

Kaecilius believed that if he could spot those flaws, there was no way Wong couldn't.

Yet Wong had refused to attack, switching to defense instead.

What else could that be but going easy on him?

But Kaecilius had never fought Zhang Yang, so he had no idea what difficulties Wong was facing.

Nor did he know that Wong's problem was that he didn't dare strike at all.

From Kaecilius's point of view,

it simply looked like Wong was holding back.

Though the sigh had been quiet, it still caught Mordo's attention.

In truth, Mordo had felt the same way.

But Mordo's observations were more meticulous than Kaecilius's.

He knew Zhang Yang's strength should be formidable.

After all... Zhang Yang had shattered the Rings of Raggadorr with his bare fists earlier.

But Zhang Yang had clearly restrained his strength afterward.

Wong had also blocked several of Zhang Yang's attacks with the Rings of Raggadorr.

Zhang Yang's practical combat experience and familiarity with fighting were clearly inferior to Wong's.

When the Rings of Raggadorr blocked Zhang Yang's attacks, Wong could have delivered a fatal strike and decided the match in one move.

Yet Wong hadn't. Wasn't that obviously going easy on him?

Seeing this, Mordo couldn't help frowning.

Going easy on him... seriously?!

Especially with the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, right here, and they still dared to openly hold back?

Mordo darkened his expression, shook his head, and crossed over to the Ancient One in a few strides.

He first bowed, then tentatively began to speak. "Sup—"

The Ancient One cut him off the moment the first word left his mouth. "Watch."

One simple, direct word.

Put plainly, the Ancient One didn't want to talk to Mordo.

She just wanted to watch the fight!

Mordo nodded and wisely fell silent. At the same time, a startled cry suddenly rang out beside him. "Tai Chi? Is Wong finally getting serious?"

Tai Chi?

Mordo hurriedly turned his gaze toward the sparring arena.

At that moment, Wong was using the Eastern martial art—Tai Chi!

Wong had Eastern ancestry to begin with.

Of all the martial arts from all the countries Wong had practiced, he had once said that Tai Chi was his favorite.

Using softness to overcome hardness, it was the most suitable style for dealing with a strength-based fighter like Zhang Yang.

Wong's Tai Chi was no mere flashy display.

It was one of the most formidable martial arts when applied in actual combat, and Wong had even made some improvements to it himself.

Now, it seemed Wong finally had no intention of holding back and was preparing to fight seriously.

This caused Mordo and the other spectators to become serious as well.

"Wong is using Tai Chi. Zhang Yang will definitely lose," Berkeley muttered.

Wong's Tai Chi had once knocked down Mordo, the acknowledged strongest close-combat fighter aside from the Ancient One.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wong and Zhang Yang were already fighting on the platform.

Zhang Yang's punches remained as fierce and valiant as ever, carrying the hot-blooded passion unique to youth.

Though fierce, they lacked much technique.

Wong, on the other hand, was clearly relying on technique.

He skillfully used Tai Chi to disperse Zhang Yang's power, defending and attacking at the same time.

He closed the distance with Zhang Yang and engaged him in close-quarters combat.

In the end, experience still trumped youth.

Mordo let out a sigh of relief. This way, Zhang Yang would be unable to use his strength.

After all, without the distance needed to build momentum, no matter how strong Zhang Yang was, he wouldn't be able to bring it out.

It was difficult to use great force in close combat. Even using twenty percent of one's strength would be impressive.

That was what Mordo thought.

Then he saw Wong exchange several close-range moves with Zhang Yang before striking Zhang Yang in the chest with a punch. Wong followed with a series of attacks that forced Zhang Yang back several steps.

At that point, if Wong pressed his advantage and struck directly at Zhang Yang's throat, he could decide the match in a single move.

Everyone thought Wong would attack just as Mordo expected.

Yet at that crucial moment,

The Ancient One spoke. "That's enough."

The Ancient One's words made Wong stop, and Zhang Yang stopped as well.

Mordo, Kaecilius, and Berkeley were all stunned.

???

Why had they stopped?

Wasn't Wong about to win?

As the three stood there dumbfounded, the Ancient One's next words instantly left them speechless.

"I'm very pleased to welcome you as a Master Sorcerer."

Chapter 55

What?

The Ancient One meant she had accepted Zhang Yang?

But hadn't Wong said Zhang Yang had to defeat him to become a Master Sorcerer?

Zhang Yang had clearly been about to lose just now!

Wasn't the Sorcerer Supreme being far too biased?!

Berkeley was fine with it.

After all, in Berkeley's mind, Zhang Yang had long since reached the level of an Arch-Sorcerer.

But... Mordo and Kaecilius were somewhat dissatisfied.

Hearing the Ancient One say this, Mordo bowed to her and then anxiously said, "Sorcerer Supreme, it seems Zhang Yang has not yet defeated Wong."

Since he was speaking to the Ancient One, Mordo still exercised some restraint.

However, if there was something unfair about this, Mordo didn't want to avoid bringing it up.

"Who do you think would have won just now?" The Ancient One asked as she fanned herself with a small fan.

A faint, knowing smile rested on her face.