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

For some reason, Mordo always had the feeling that The Ancient One was in a very good mood.

"I think Wong won. Just now, Wong could have raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Yang by the throat, defeating him in a single move," Mordo said seriously.

What he said was indeed correct. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it.

Berkeley and Kaecilius agreed as well.

Likewise, The Ancient One did not deny Mordo's words. "That is indeed the case."

"Since Wong won, why can Zhang Yang still become a Master Sorcerer?!" Mordo could not understand.

"Mordo, you must learn to see the essence through appearances. People often only like to look at the surface of things, while overlooking their true nature." The Ancient One did not directly explain it to Mordo, merely giving him those profound words in an indifferent tone.

The Ancient One had always spoken like that.

She sounded unfathomable and impossible to read.

What did she mean by essence?

Wasn't the essence that Zhang Yang had already lost?

Mordo glanced at Wong, then turned to The Ancient One, suddenly even more confused.

The Ancient One ignored Wong and walked directly toward Zhang Yang.

"Sorcerer Supreme." Zhang Yang bowed to The Ancient One.

"What did you comprehend from the Military Boxing Wong taught you yesterday?" The Ancient One asked Zhang Yang. She seemed to be smiling, her expression exceptionally kind.

The Ancient One gave people an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Judging by appearances alone, no one would ever associate her with the Sorcerer Supreme who had shaken the Multiverse.

On the contrary, she felt more like a Daoist priest from some tiny temple.

But Zhang Yang knew very well that people like her were often the most mysterious and formidable.

A very classic disguise.

"I comprehended some martial arts from different countries. Then I practiced Military Boxing all night, and I discovered that my body seemed to have changed. It felt like I was filled with strength," Zhang Yang said to The Ancient One.

"Then what martial arts did you comprehend?" The Ancient One could not help asking as she looked at Zhang Yang.

"A lot. More than fifty different kinds of martial arts, probably. But Wong told me that the most important thing was improving my physical condition and strength, so I spent the latter half of the night practicing Military Boxing."

Berkeley: ...

Wong: ...

Mordo: ...

Kaecilius: ...

In truth, anyone who could cultivate to the level of an Arch-Sorcerer did not have poor magical talent.

After all, the upper limit of magical cultivation was related to one's innate talent.

Thus, Mordo, Wong, and Kaecilius were all quite talented.

In fact, they were among the better ones.

But to say that someone could comprehend more than fifty martial arts from Military Boxing in a single night?

Impossible!

And to gain enough strength from practicing Military Boxing for one night to shatter the Ring of Raggadorr with a punch? That was absolutely impossible too.

Honestly, at least Kaecilius and Mordo did not believe it.

This kind of thing.

No matter how they heard it, it sounded like complete nonsense!

And extremely ridiculous nonsense at that!

Of course, if Wong and Berkeley had not witnessed it already, they might have thought it was nonsense too.

But now, only two words came to mind when they thought of Zhang Yang: "Monster!"

They were all human!

Why was he so much stronger than them?

Was there something wrong with the way they had grown up?!

Thinking of this, Berkeley could not help leaning close to Wong and whispering, "Wong, can Military Boxing really have such a huge effect?"

Wong shook his head, on the verge of tears. "Bullshit!"

Why had it not been that useful when he learned Military Boxing back then?

After all that training, his physical condition was only a little better than that of an ordinary person.

Sigh—

The more he thought about it, the more obvious it was that his comprehension simply could not compare to someone else's.

"Come to the training ground early tomorrow. Go back tonight and get a good night's sleep. Don't think about anything else." After hearing Zhang Yang's words, The Ancient One waved her fan and spoke to him.

After The Ancient One finished speaking.

Everyone was stunned, even Zhang Yang.

Did The Ancient One mean...

She was going to personally teach Zhang Yang magic?

Teaching herself was not exactly some earth-shattering matter.

After all, The Ancient One had taught everyone before.

It was only later, when she went traveling, that she stopped teaching as much.

Mordo and Kaecilius did not care that The Ancient One was teaching. What they cared about was that she had actually given up traveling for Zhang Yang and chosen to remain peacefully at Kamar-Taj.

If that was the case, it meant that The Ancient One truly intended to nurture Zhang Yang as her disciple.

That made Mordo feel miserable.

However, no one cared about Mordo's thoughts.

"Zhang Yang! Hurry up and thank the Sorcerer Supreme!" Wong was a little excited upon hearing The Ancient One's words.

Seeing Zhang Yang still standing there in a daze, Wong hurriedly reminded him.

Only then did Zhang Yang come back to his senses and bow to The Ancient One. "Please guide me well in the future, Sorcerer Supreme."

The Ancient One nodded and said casually, "Go rest well. You need rest. The road ahead will be more difficult, and you are destined to carry a heavy burden as you move forward."

The Ancient One said something rather meaningful.

Zhang Yang did not understand what it meant.

But he could not be bothered to think about it.

As he turned to leave, Zhang Yang suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Wong, "Wong, can I borrow books from the Kamar-Taj Library now?"

Wong suddenly remembered what he had told Zhang Yang.

He then turned to look at The Ancient One.

"Starting tomorrow," The Ancient One said indifferently.

Tomorrow was fine.

It really had been a long time since he had gotten a good night's sleep.

With that thought, Zhang Yang bowed to The Ancient One and took his leave.

Berkeley also took his leave and departed.

As he left, Zhang Yang felt a pair of unfriendly gazes on him.

And those gazes did not come from one person, but two.

Mordo and Kaecilius.

"Master, this disciple does not understand!"

After Zhang Yang left, Mordo stopped The Ancient One, who was about to depart. "The power in Zhang Yang's body came from nowhere. Saying that it was gained from practicing Military Boxing seems rather far-fetched, doesn't it?"

"Also, Master, Zhang Yang clearly lost just now. Why did you keep him at Kamar-Taj?"

Mordo had doubts, so naturally he had to ask.

"Do you truly think Zhang Yang was going to lose?" At that moment, The Ancient One suddenly turned to look at Mordo.

That question left Mordo stunned.

Even Kaecilius beside him was stunned.

The two exchanged glances.

The same thought involuntarily arose in their minds: Wasn't that the case?

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Wong spoke up. "To be honest, although it's rather embarrassing, I still have to say that if the Sorcerer Supreme hadn't called for us to stop, the one who would have lost was me."

Wong coughed lightly and spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"How is that possible?" Kaecilius cried out. "You had him in a chokehold just now. Zhang Yang couldn't have fought back at all!"

Wong gave an embarrassed smile and sheepishly raised both hands.

Soon, a pair of trembling hands appeared before Kaecilius and Mordo.

At that sight, Kaecilius and Mordo's eyes abruptly widened.

"This...?" Kaecilius and Mordo spoke in unison.

Before the two could finish expressing their shock, Wong nodded, his face full of misery. "That's right. I couldn't hurt Zhang Yang."

Indeed, as they had said.

Wong's chokehold could indeed have killed with one move.

But the key was that Wong no longer had the strength or speed to put him in a chokehold at all!

The final three blows Wong had used to push Zhang Yang away.

Made Wong feel as though the bones in his hands were about to break!

If The Ancient One had not called a stop, Wong felt that he might have conceded defeat.

The reason The Ancient One had stopped the match was probably because she did not want Wong to admit defeat.

After all, it would have been truly humiliating for a dignified Arch-Sorcerer to concede in front of Zhang Yang.

Wong had never imagined.

That one day, he would want to concede because his physique was inferior to someone else's.

What he had not expected even more was that Zhang Yang's physique had actually been trained in a single night through Military Boxing.

Had he known this earlier, Wong would never have taught Zhang Yang Military Boxing even if it killed him.

One had to know.

Generally speaking, without using magic, sorcerers did not possess especially strong physiques.

Being stronger than ordinary people was a given, but compared to power-based superhumans and Mutants, they simply could not measure up.

To use an inappropriate analogy.