Vishanti's Holy Sword! The System Goes Wild with Upgrades!

Strange was completely dumbfounded.

Is this still spatial Magic?

It's just like building with blocks!

How is it possible to effortlessly control every building in a space?

Mordo nearby, was completely dumbfounded.

Performing micromanagement within Mirror Dimension?

This is like using a large iron rod to embroider flowers on cloth, and even managing to embroider flower petals!

How can spatial Magic be so precise?!

Mordo touched his bald head, feeling as if his worldview had been shattered.

Even the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't do something like that.

The Sorcerer Supreme could at most flip a building.

To disassemble every brick and tile and move them around at will, as we see before us, is simply a fantasy.

Mordo thought he had overestimated Ren as much as possible.

I'm only now realizing that I was too conservative.

This guy is inhuman!

It was no accident that Strange was chosen as his successor.

Looking at the entire Kamar-Taj, his talent is absolutely number one.

In just a few days, he mastered the Mirror Dimension.

His proficiency even surpassed that of Mordo had practiced for decades.

Ren was satisfied with Strange's progress and became more attentive as his sparring partner.

Today, Mordo summoned the two to the Advanced Training Ground again.

"Strange, how long have you been in Kamar-Taj?"

Mordo sensed the Magic Power fluctuations emanating from Strange and nodded in satisfaction.

"Master Mordo, it's exactly one month," Strange replied respectfully.

"You truly are a genius," Mordo couldn't help but praise. "To learn so many Spell in a month is extremely rare. But today, the technique I'm going to teach you is no simple matter. It's a top-tier offensive Magic."

Strange's eyes lit up.

Attack Magic?

He's been waiting too long!

After a month in Kamar-Taj, the strongest attack I've learned is the only thing I can use to bind people with Scarlet Chains.

Although he used to be a doctor and disliked fighting, who could resist an incredibly powerful offensive Spell?

"Please enlighten me, Sorcerers Mordo."

Strange couldn't wait to speak.

"Today I will teach you the Vishanti's Holy Sword." Mordo's expression was solemn. "This Spell originates from Vishanti, the god of White Magic, or more precisely, from the great first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto."

When Agamotto is mentioned, Mordo's eyes are filled with awe.

In Kamar-Taj, it's a name that resonates far and wide.

"Learning this move is easy in some ways, and difficult in others," Mordo continued to explain. "It's easy because the power of Vishanti is easy to borrow. It's difficult because controlling such immense Divine Power and condensing it into a sword is incredibly difficult."

"Divine Power is extremely volatile. Normal Magic is just Magic Power mixed with a little bit of Divine Power. But this sword is almost entirely pure Divine Power, and the slightest carelessness will result in a severe backlash."

"I understand, Mordo Sorcerers." Strange's expression was solemn.

"Alright, I will now impart the spell to you. Feel it with your heart and try to guide the Divine Power with your Psychic Power."

Mordo began to explain the kernel in detail.

Strange listened intently, nodding repeatedly.

Ren stood to the side with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"Bite!"

"The host's [Vishanti's Holy Sword] is in high spirits upon hearing Mordo's effusive praise of it!"

"Skills have entered a state of heightened activity, cultivation speed has skyrocketed!"

"[Vishanti's Holy Sword] has successfully reached level 8!"

A crisp Electronic Voice echoed in his mind, Ren almost burst out laughing.

There are hidden perks to being a teaching assistant?

Although Mordo's theories were useless to him, the system was completely receptive to them!

He gained a level of experience for free, which was about to become his ultimate trump card.

"Strange, look closely, this is the Vishanti's Holy Sword." Mordo stepped forward and loudly recited the incantation.

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword!"

A flash of white light, and a platinum-white short sword, less than a meter long, materialized in Mordo's hand.

Strange's eyes widened, his face filled with envy.

"This Spell is extremely powerful; many experienced Sorcerers have mastered it." Mordo smiled as he sheathed his short sword. "Ren is also very proficient with this move. Ren, why don't you demonstrate it?"

Ren smiled and nodded, then took a step forward.

"The Vishanti's Holy Sword"

Buzz!

Accompanied by Ren's soft whisper.

A massive, golden beam of light shot up from the ground and pierced through the entire sky of the Mirror Dimension!

A blinding, holy light instantly spread across an area spanning thousands of meters.

The pillar of light was as thick as a Skyscraper, and the Divine Power it contained was as turbulent and violent as a vast ocean.

Strange was nearly blinded by the bright light.

He stretched out his finger, trembling, and pointed to the towering pillar of light ahead.

"This... this!"

"Master Mordo ... Sorcerer Ren's sword, it doesn't look quite the same as yours!" Strange's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Mordo was completely petrified.

His expression froze completely, his mouth slightly open, making him look like a complete idiot.

What the heck?

Is that a sword?!

Who would call a beam of light as thick as a building a sword?!

Mordo roared inwardly.

Even if the Vishanti's Holy Sword were mastered to its peak, its power couldn't possibly be this outrageous!

Even if Agamotto, the god of White Magic, descended to earth himself, he couldn't create such a cataclysmic spectacle!

How can anyone teach with a demonstration of this level of skill?

Mordo completely lost his composure.

Just when the two were having a terrible time and questioning their existence...

"Ahem... Sorry, it's been a while since I used this move, I'm a bit rusty, and I didn't control my strength."

Ren slightly apologetic voice came from the side.

Ren touched his nose, feeling genuinely embarrassed.

He himself never expected that after the system automatically upgraded to level eight, the power of this Magic would expand to such an abnormal level.

He quickly composed himself, his powerful Psychic Power instantly suppressing the raging divine Divine Power.

The pillar of light that shot into the sky began to compress rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the light subsided and transformed into a platinum-gold short sword less than a meter long, which came to rest steadily in Ren's hand.

"Wow... that's fucking handsome!"

Strange looked at the shimmering short sword and couldn't help but swear.

Is this a matter of whether he's handsome or not?

Mordo continued to roar in his mind.

How could Ren control such a massive amount of pure Divine Power at will, and even forcibly compress it into a short sword?

Ordinary Magic Power is easy to control, but Divine Power is incredibly volatile!

Compressing so much Divine Power could easily trigger a terrifying explosion, powerful enough to level the entire Kamar-Taj.

Mordo now even doubts that even if the Sorcerer Supreme were brought in, he might not be able to suppress such violent divine Divine Power as easily as Ren.

After meeting Ren, Mordo felt his sense of reverence for the Sorcerer Supreme was rapidly eroding.

Because of the invincible myth left by the Sorcerer Supreme, he is constantly being humiliated by Ren.

That kid, Ren, is a complete monster!

Not only does he learn Magic incredibly fast, but he also manages to come up with so many creative ways to help mentor students.

Mordo felt that if he continued teaching like this, he would eventually lose his job.

But.

No matter how shocked you are inside, you must remain calm on the surface.

The mentor's authority must never be lost!

Mordo took a deep breath and forced a calm smile.

"Strange, don't make a fuss."

"It's just a bit bigger; it's still essentially a sword."

"Once you master this Spell, you will naturally be able to achieve this level of power."

"In our Kamar-Taj, what Ren just demonstrated were just some of the most basic maneuvers."

Mordo, without batting an eye, spouted nonsense with a straight face.

In the days that followed, Strange thrived in Kamar-Taj.

As a genius among one in a million, his progress in learning Magic was rapid.

Aside from feeling inferior in front of Ren, he was already considered a rising star by other apprentices and Sorcerers.

Many senior Sorcerers have praised him highly.

This caused Strange's tail to gradually curl up.

Queen, Strange walked into the training field with his head held high, wondering what cool new skill he could learn that day.

The recent shift in teaching focus from theory to practical application has made him feel uneasy.

As soon as I arrived at the venue, I saw that Ren and Mordo were already waiting there.

To Strange's surprise, Mordo had changed out of his usual gray linen clothes today.

A magnificent dark battle robe adorned Mordo, its tailored fit and intricate Magic runes giving him an aura of menace.

"Master Mordo, what's with your outfit today?" Strange, looking puzzled.

The Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj are known for their low-key lifestyle, usually wearing simple cloth robes.

Mordo's outfit today clearly indicates he's ready for a fight.

"Today is a big day," Mordo said solemnly.

What day is it?