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

Zhang Yang was impossible to teach any further. He learned far too quickly!

At this point, Berkeley could only go ask Wong for instructions!

It was urgent.

He had to ask immediately, right away!

"Those who still haven't learned Magic Ray can practice Magic Ray this lesson. As for Aili, you already know Magic Shield, so try to gain insight into other Weapon Magic."

Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Berkeley announced what the Apprentices were supposed to do.

As for Zhang Yang alone, Berkeley had no idea what to assign him.

"Senior Brother, what about me?" Zhang Yang asked when he received no task.

Berkeley hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly. "You... go back and sleep for now."

Berkeley was helpless too.

If someone with such talent was also that hardworking—

Were the other sorcerers supposed to have any chance at all?

Of course, Zhang Yang had no idea what Berkeley was thinking.

At that moment, he was completely baffled.

Sleep??

What did going to sleep mean?!

Zhang Yang seemed about to ask, but Berkeley had already hurried away.

Zhang Yang could only scratch his head.

He truly could not figure out why Senior Brother Berkeley wanted him to go sleep.

Forget it. If he was supposed to sleep, then he would sleep.

Zhang Yang simply returned to the dormitory to sleep for a while.

The moment Zhang Yang left—

A frenzy of discussion erupted across the training grounds.

"Hey, tell me, is this guy Zhang Yang actually impressive or not? He mastered over three hundred kinds of Weapon Magic in one night."

"I don't think so. If he were really impressive, Senior Brother Berkeley would definitely have him train harder! But look at him now—Senior Brother actually told him to go sleep?!"

"I don't think so either. Didn't Senior Brother say he was completely ordinary?"

Just as the Apprentices were chatting excitedly, a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I'm telling you, people like Zhang Yang just love trying to be clever and wasting their effort on useless things."

Aili did not even need to look to know that the speaker was Barlow.

After all, this was not the first time Barlow had done something like this.

Aili simply could not be bothered to remind him every time.

What a hopeless fool.

After shooting Barlow a glare, Aili moved farther away. As she watched Zhang Yang's departing figure, confusion appeared in her eyes.

Could this guy—

Really not be a genius?

"Arch-Sorcerer! This is incredible, absolutely incredible! Kamar-Taj has produced a genius!!!"

After leaving the training grounds—

Berkeley rushed into the Kamar-Taj Library without stopping.

At that moment, Wong was still in the Kamar-Taj Library, listening to Beyoncé's music while reading.

Sensing someone breach the library's barrier—

Wong frowned and looked up, only to see the utterly flustered Berkeley.

"What happened? Why are you in such a panic?" Wong frowned as he asked Berkeley.

"Arch-Sorcerer! Something incredible has happened! Kamar-Taj has produced a genius!" Berkeley blurted out anxiously the moment Wong finished speaking.

"A genius?" Berkeley's words left Wong stunned.

"Yes! Arch-Sorcerer, let me tell you, among this batch of Apprentices, there's one named Zhang Yang. Yesterday, I taught him the beginner spell, Magic Ray. Do you know what happened next?" Berkeley looked at Wong with a troubled expression.

"He learned it today?" Wong made a conservative guess.

"No, no, Arch-Sorcerer. Guess something even more impressive," Berkeley hurriedly said.

Wong frowned.

Something even more impressive?

"Could it be that he drew a Magic Shield?" Wong asked.

Berkeley grew anxious. "He figured out how to draw a Magic Shield in just ten minutes. Then, after thinking about it for one night, he derived over three hundred variations of Weapon Magic from Magic Ray and even created Crimson Bands."

"What? Crimson Bands?!" Berkeley's words struck Wong's ears like a thunderclap.

An Apprentice had drawn Crimson Bands in a single night??

"How is that possible?! How could an Apprentice draw energy from an extradimensional Universe?!" Wong said in disbelief.

After all—

The difficult part of creating Crimson Bands was not the incantation, but how to draw energy from the Crimson Cosmos.

No matter how talented an Apprentice was, they could not possibly draw energy from another dimension.

"Berkeley, those who lie will have their souls cast into the Death Realm after death." Wong looked at Berkeley solemnly, his tone extremely serious.

Berkeley immediately panicked. "Arch-Sorcerer, it's true! I really wasn't lying to you!"

Seeing how sincere Berkeley looked, Wong began to believe him somewhat.

But if that was truly the case—

Then the problem was rather troublesome.

If Zhang Yang could comprehend Crimson Bands merely by watching Berkeley draw a line—

With the Sorcerer Supreme currently absent—

If he kept learning at this rate, it would be difficult for anyone in Kamar-Taj to keep him in check.

One had to know that even an exceptionally talented Arch-Sorcerer like Wong had spent five years practicing Crimson Bands.

Yet Zhang Yang had figured it out by himself overnight, without anyone teaching him?

Was his brain blessed or something?!

"Arch-Sorcerer, what should we do now? Should we still teach Zhang Yang?" Berkeley asked cautiously, somewhat flustered.

"Of course we should! If things are truly as you say, you must keep him here and not let him leave. An Apprentice Sorcerer with such extraordinary talent must wait for the Sorcerer Supreme to return and make the decision." Wong spoke seriously.

"But..." Berkeley hesitated.

He sighed, his face full of misery. "Arch-Sorcerer, I have nothing left to teach him..."

Chapter 10

Given Zhang Yang's current abilities, Berkeley truly would not be able to defeat him in a fight.

So when Berkeley said he could not teach Zhang Yang anymore, he was not lying.

Berkeley had already been somewhat doubtful of his own abilities and worried that he could not teach the Apprentices well. Now, a freak like Zhang Yang had appeared.

Berkeley's mindset completely collapsed.

How the hell was he supposed to teach him?!

What if Zhang Yang realized that Berkeley was already weaker than him? Wouldn't that be over?

Whenever Berkeley thought of Zhang Yang, he wanted to cry.

He had worked tirelessly at Kamar-Taj, rising early and sleeping late, and only became an Apprentice Sorcerer after a year as an Apprentice.

But Zhang Yang had reached a level close to an Arch-Sorcerer in just one day.

Comparing people truly drove one mad.

What a sin!

"Arch-Sorcerer, I really want to teach people properly, but I simply don't have the ability anymore. I truly can't teach Zhang Yang." Berkeley waved his hand, speaking sadly.

Teaching Zhang Yang had already made him question his entire life.

"Who told you to teach him properly?" Wong frowned.

This guy actually wanted to teach him seriously?

The Sorcerer Supreme would not return with Senior Brother Mordo and the others for another week.

With the level of comprehension Berkeley described, Zhang Yang might surpass Wong himself in two days at most.

If Zhang Yang realized that—

He would definitely want to leave Kamar-Taj.

So Zhang Yang absolutely could not be taught seriously.

"Just teach him casually. The main thing is to keep him here. Someone with such comprehension can only be kept in check once Sorcerer Supreme The Ancient One returns." Wong said seriously.

There was no other way. These were special circumstances.

Kamar-Taj currently lacked talents capable of defeating Dormammu, so this was the only thing they could do.

"Teach him casually?" Berkeley froze, then hurriedly looked at Wong. "But Arch-Sorcerer, didn't you say that talented people should be taught seriously?"

Wong was furious.

This Berkeley was far too straightforward!

"Special circumstances call for special measures!" Wong snapped. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Listen. Your main goal now is to make sure he does not realize how powerful he is. Cultivation is primarily about cultivating the heart. You need to make him think he still has a great deal to learn. Understand?"

Berkeley nodded, half understanding and half confused.

"In any case, you must keep him here! Wait until the Sorcerer Supreme returns!"

Berkeley spent the entire night thinking about a teaching plan for Zhang Yang.

In the end, he came up with only one method: teach randomly.

But if he singled Zhang Yang out and taught him nonsense, that would obviously be strange. So Berkeley decided to teach this entire batch of Apprentices randomly.

Although Senior Brother Mordo would definitely punish him if he found out—

There was no other choice.

For the sake of a youth with extraordinary talent—

Berkeley could only do this.

Otherwise, if Zhang Yang left, what an enormous loss that would be for Kamar-Taj in its struggle against Dormammu!

Besides, there were only six days left.

Once the Sorcerer Supreme and the others returned and made their decision, it would not be too late for Senior Brother Kaecilius to teach them.

Thinking this, Berkeley silently nodded.

As though he had made up his mind, he straightened his clothes and headed to the training grounds.

By the time he arrived, nearly all the Apprentices were already there.