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

The moment Wong saw Berkeley, he hurriedly asked, "How did it go yesterday?"

He had only heard about it.

But the Zhang Yang Berkeley described sounded far too terrifying.

They absolutely could not let Berkeley teach away such a gifted prospect.

Wong only regretted that he had to manage the Kamar-Taj Library and could not see it for himself.

"Arch-Sorcerer, yesterday, that guy took a nap and figured out the magic for opening a Portal!"

Berkeley sighed and reported truthfully.

"You mean he can open Portals now?" Wong was somewhat surprised.

Berkeley nodded.

"You didn't teach him? He figured it out himself?" Wong asked again.

Berkeley nodded helplessly.

"It seems this Zhang Yang truly is a rare talent," Wong said with a sigh.

Although Portals were basic magic and much easier to learn than Crimson Bands.

The problem was...

Zhang Yang had figured it out himself without anyone teaching him!

Truly terrifying.

Wong shook his head. Even reading no longer appealed to him.

If someone this talented became Dormammu's follower, it would be absolutely terrifying.

"You need to stall Zhang Yang as much as possible. The Sorcerer Supreme will be back in three days," Wong said seriously.

Berkeley nodded rapidly, full of confidence. "Don't worry, I can definitely stall him! I've already thought of a way, Arch-Sorcerer. Until the Sorcerer Supreme returns, I'll teach them nonsense."

Hearing the words "teach them nonsense," Wong could not help frowning. He said sternly, "Teach them nonsense? What kind of place is Kamar-Taj? How could you come up with such a terrible idea?!"

Berkeley hurriedly waved his hands. "No, Arch-Sorcerer, you misunderstood. By 'teach them nonsense,' I mean I won't teach them practical sorcery, only basic theory. It may be a little unfair to the other Apprentices, but this is the only way to keep Zhang Yang. Besides, there are only three days left. Once the Sorcerer Supreme and the senior disciples return, we can teach them properly."

After all, cultivating magic had never been something accomplished overnight.

And what Berkeley meant by teaching them nonsense...

Was not teaching people randomly. He simply would not teach them anything practical, instead focusing on grand theories for them to comprehend.

That way, no matter how insightful Zhang Yang was.

Without someone showing him step by step, it would probably take him three to five days to figure it out.

By the time he did, the Sorcerer Supreme would have returned.

At that point, the Sorcerer Supreme would naturally have arrangements for Zhang Yang.

Understanding Berkeley's meaning, Wong nodded. "Do that. I think it's a good idea."

Berkeley let out a breath of relief.

He grumbled to himself in dissatisfaction.

Who knew whose idea had just been called terrible.

"By the way, what did you teach Zhang Yang and those Apprentices yesterday?" Just as Berkeley was thinking, Wong suddenly asked.

Berkeley hurriedly replied, "I told them to focus on one magical skill. Magic is about mastery, not quantity."

Although Zhang Yang had summarized those words himself.

That was roughly all Berkeley had taught yesterday.

Seeing Wong remain silent, Berkeley continued, "Yesterday, I had them practice the most basic Magic Ray and focus on practicing Magic Ray."

Wong froze. "Magic Ray?"

Wasn't Magic Ray the most basic spell?

It was what beginners learned first.

"Hasn't Zhang Yang already learned Magic Ray?" Wong was somewhat bewildered.

"I mean for them to turn Magic Ray into a lethal weapon." Berkeley said seriously, "For example, using Magic Ray to cut down a tree."

"Use Magic Ray to cut down a tree?!" Wong was stunned.

Theoretically, it was not impossible, but only sorcerers with a certain amount of magical energy could do it.

And cultivating magic, to be precise, meant cultivating magical energy.

But... since Zhang Yang had managed to learn Crimson Bands.

Using Magic Ray to cut down a tree should not be too difficult for him.

"Is that difficult?" Wong looked at Berkeley in confusion.

"It truly isn't that difficult, Arch-Sorcerer." Berkeley took a deep breath. "But this can limit Zhang Yang's insight. We can gradually raise the difficulty, but one thing will remain unchanged: he can only practice Magic Ray."

"Mm." Wong said seriously, "Then what do you plan to have them practice cutting?"

Berkeley frowned and thought for a moment. "Arch-Sorcerer, I would like permission to take them to the Himalayas."

"To the Himalayas?" Wong was stunned again.

"Yes." Berkeley nodded.

"Fine, then take them." Though he did not know what Berkeley was planning, Wong still approved it.

After all, Kaecilius had often taken Apprentices to the Himalayas to cultivate.

Berkeley bowed and took his leave.

He silently recited in his heart:

As long as I endure these three days, it'll be fine...

Chapter 13

After reporting to Wong, Berkeley resumed his inscrutable demeanor and headed toward the training grounds.

As usual, the Apprentices were already standing in neat rows on the training grounds early in the morning.

Berkeley swept his gaze over the Apprentices. He had long since memorized every one of their names.

After confirming that everyone had arrived, Berkeley glanced at the refreshed Zhang Yang before finally settling his gaze on Aili.

She was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl.

Though she rarely smiled and always looked cold toward everyone, and had even boldly declared to Berkeley that she would definitely become the future Sorcerer Supreme.

Still, Aili was undeniably very talented.

If not for the freak Zhang Yang being in this class, Aili's talent would definitely have made her a key trainee.

Of course, although Berkeley had previously overlooked Aili, after she helped him out yesterday, he began paying her a little more attention.

Moreover, he had thought of a way to keep Zhang Yang from thinking he was so strong.

Berkeley puffed out his chest slightly. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You have been at Kamar-Taj for three days now. In these three days, how many of you have managed to draw a Magic Ray?"

Of the dozen or so Apprentices present, only four silently raised their hands, Zhang Yang included.

Berkeley frowned slightly and deliberately sighed as if troubled. "You truly are the worst class I've ever taught. Apprentices in previous classes could basically begin close-combat training after three days."

He put on a show with effortless flair.

But Berkeley was still a little nervous when he said that.

After all, his batch of Apprentices had studied for a month before they began learning close-combat magic.

Close-combat training after only three days of learning magic?

What did they think magic was?

Something anyone picked off the street could learn?

But there was no helping it.

To keep Zhang Yang, Berkeley could only do this.

Still, Kamar-Taj was the sacred ground of magic.

Getting into Kamar-Taj was not an easy matter either.

So none of the Apprentices questioned Berkeley's words.

They only focused on the fact that their class was the worst group of Apprentices.

For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat heavy. Most of the Apprentices lowered their heads, their faces filled with disappointment.

This made Zhang Yang feel rather emotional.

When Zhang Yang had first entered Kamar-Taj.

He had genuinely thought learning magic would be difficult.

At the very least, it would take ten years.

After all, this vague and ethereal thing, similar to fantasy cultivation, was something he would never have believed anyone could do if he were not currently in the Marvel world.

But after truly encountering it, he discovered that learning magic was not actually that difficult.

Seeing that most of the Apprentices who had entered alongside him had not even gotten through the door yet, Zhang Yang had felt rather pleased with himself.

But after hearing Berkeley say that, Zhang Yang suddenly understood.

It was not that his talent was exceptionally strong.

There were plenty of people more talented than him.

There had to be many formidable figures and powerful spells inside Kamar-Taj.

Just as Zhang Yang was thinking.

He suddenly heard Senior Brother Berkeley speak again. "From what I can see now... Aili has the strongest talent. As for Zhang Yang, his ability is decent, but he has too many ideas and lacks focus."

Berkeley spoke with a straight face.

He had originally wanted to say that Aili had the strongest talent and ability, but the problem was...

That would sound too fake.

So... Berkeley compromised and elevated Aili's talent instead.

Talent was a rather vague concept.

In any case, these Apprentices had no way of truly determining whose talent was stronger.

In short, he just needed to give Zhang Yang a rival.

And this rival could not be too strong or too weak. Zhang Yang needed to feel competitive.

It would be best if the rival came from the same batch of Apprentices.

With that thought, Berkeley walked toward Aili.

When he reached Aili, Berkeley said earnestly, "Aili, you must work hard and strive to become an Apprentice Sorcerer in Kamar-Taj's assessment."

Aili's expression froze.

Although those words made her feel a burst of happiness, wasn't Zhang Yang's talent the best?

Even if he had comprehended all sorts of fancy things.

The problem was...

She still had not figured out those spells.

But looking at Berkeley's certain gaze, Aili's doubts instantly vanished.

Aili said seriously, "Yes! Senior Brother Berkeley, I'll work even harder!"

She was going to become the Sorcerer Supreme!