Caught the Beam Barehanded!

Ren really hadn't expected this.

He had become a god, yet here he was, stepping into an arena.

And his opponent was a little guy who didn't look very strong.

But the Sorcerer Supreme had spoken, so he hadn't refused.

Honestly, he'd missed the feeling of a fight.

The arena was set inside the Mirror Dimension.

Across from Ren stood Harris, hunched in on himself.

Whenever Ren looked his way, the young man immediately avoided his gaze like a startled rabbit.

Ren wondered whether Harris dared to make a move at all.

But since they were already here,

Kasido wouldn't have sent someone useless in just to embarrass himself.

Ren smacked his lips.

"Harris, since this is a friendly match, you go first."

"Show me what you can do."

Ren studied him, full of curiosity.

Truth be told,

he hadn't seen many Spellcasters from other dimensions.

Magic wasn't exclusive to Earth.

Many civilizations across the universe had sorcerers.

The Marvel Universe was unusual.

Energy here was exceptionally active.

That made it easy for sorcerers to survive, and there were plenty of them.

The Light Spirit Race lived in Dimension 627.

Their entire population numbered fewer than a hundred million.

Yet eighty percent of them were sorcerers.

They had a natural affinity for magical energy, as though they had been born for magic.

Ren wanted to know

what kind of magic a civilization like that could produce.

"Can I start now?"

Harris heard Ren speak and asked in a small voice.

"Of course."

Ren nodded.

Harris reached out and pulled a staff straight from the void.

The staff stood taller than he did.

Gripping it tightly, he began to chant.

Outside the arena, in the stands,

The Ancient One, Kasido, and Guljo watched the match.

"You even gave him that staff?"