The Magic Chains Are Thicker Than Load-Bearing Walls!

Faced with the destructive storm, Mordo couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

All he wanted to do now was turn around and run away.

If it weren't for the fact that there were Sorcerers watching him from the surrounding stands, he probably would have knelt down on the spot!

The pressure was simply outrageous.

Even the air around him seemed to be working against him; the oppressive feeling made it difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak.

Mordo felt a wave of despair wash over him.

Am I going to be wiped out today by a single, out-of-control support Magic?

The stands outside the stadium erupted in chaos.

Although he wasn't standing in the very center of the ring, his astonishing aura still enveloped the entire arena. Everyone was breathing heavily.

"A monster! He's absolutely a monster!"

"Stop lying! Whose Winds of Watoomb like this?"

"Even the Sorcerer Supreme's ultimate attack wasn't this exaggerated!"

"That's terrifying! Even a god descending to earth wouldn't be this powerful!"

"Sorcerers Mordo is truly courageous, daring to confront such a forbidden spell directly. If it were me, I would have already collapsed to the ground."

The Sorcerers whispered amongst themselves.

Ren stood opposite him and immediately saw through Mordo's predicament.

With a casual wave of his hand, he directly dispersed ninety-nine percent of the power of the Nebula Storm.

The remaining part is nothing more than an empty, intimidating facade.

Immediately afterwards, Ren casually pushed forward.

The black storm crashed directly into Mordo.

All the Sorcerers in the room gasped in shock.

Several of the more timid ones even closed their eyes.

Boom!

A red light flashed before Mordo, and a massive Seraphim Shield instantly opened up.

A strong wind howled past, and the aftershocks even blew a few unlucky guys off the edge of the stands.

The storm subsided, and the arena reappeared.

Mordo, a purebred dark-skinned man, was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, as if he had just undergone bleaching surgery.

He was soaking wet and his face was filled with the terror of surviving a close call.

The entire Mirror Dimension was deathly silent.

Silence reigned.

The promotion ceremony has concluded.

Strange successfully earned the title of apprentice Sorcerers.

But there was no joy on his face; only deep frustration remained in his heart.

Having witnessed Ren's godlike abilities, and looking at his own weak Magic, Strange felt that the title of apprentice Sorcerers was a joke.

The next day, Strange went to the Advanced Training Ground as usual.

The follow-up activities of the ceremony were still ongoing, but he had no interest in joining in the excitement. He just wanted to calm down and learn more.

"Strange, you've come."

Mordo greeted him with a broad smile.

"Greetings, Sorcerers Mordo; greetings, Sorcerer Ren." Strange bowed respectfully.

"Congratulations on your promotion, but the long journey has just begun, and you still have to keep working hard." Mordo pretended to be earnest.

"I understand, Master Mordo." Strange's attitude was unusually humble. In front of Ren, he didn't even have the right to be proud.

"Today I'll teach you a support Magic, the Vishanti Chains," Mordo, getting straight to the point.

"This move was devised by the Master Hamir. It instantly unleashes hundreds of Divine Power chains, specifically designed to bind people."

Mordo emphasized, "You must remember this: the Vishanti Chains are utterly harmless. Never use them as weapons."

Ren, unusually, nodded in agreement. "That's right, Strange Vishanti Chains are indeed effective for crowd control, but not for dealing damage."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Ren's mind went completely blank.

"Bite!"

"The Vishanti Chains are furious upon hearing their host's disparaging remarks!"

"The Vishanti Chains believe they have been insulted and demand that the host immediately bow down and admit wrongdoing!"

"The Vishanti Chains are eager to prove themselves, urging their host to immediately demonstrate their brutal power!"

Ren was speechless.

What a bizarre world!

Does the master have to admit their own skill level is wrong?

Taking a deep breath, Ren could only frantically reassure himself in his mind. "My dear chain masters, I was wrong, I'll arrange a chance for you to perform right away!"

After calming him down, Ren looked up, revealing his signature shy smile, "Strange, let me demonstrate for you. Watch closely."

Mordo chimed in with a smile, "Ren is right. This move mainly depends on Psychic Power control; the incantation is secondary. You should focus on observing the flow of Ren's Psychic Power."

"The training ground isn't big enough, let's go somewhere else," Mordo suggested casually.

Ren nodded, raised his hand to cut open the spatial barrier, and led the two directly into the Mirror Dimension.

The three people stopped.

Ren strode ahead.

"Right here, Strange, open your eyes wide and look carefully," Ren reminded him.

Then he uttered a low shout, "Vishanti Chains!"

Buzz!

A blinding golden light instantly erupted around Ren.

It was as if a dazzling sun had risen out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of giant, gleaming golden chains shot out from behind him.

Strange's eyes practically popped out of the window.

Simply because these chains are fucking thick!

Each one is comparable to a load-bearing stone pillar!

The composed smile on Mordo's face froze completely.

What the hell is this?!

You call this the Vishanti Chains?

Even if Vishanti himself manifested, he couldn't conjure such an exaggerated size!

Normally, these are used to bind people. You've created this pile of giant stone pillars; are you planning to use them to bind dragons in outer space?

Ren completely ignored their stunned expressions.

He floated in mid-air, with hundreds of thick, mountain-like golden chains behind him, like raging metal pythons, crashing down directly forward.

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted.

A violent shockwave swept in as if it were a tangible force.

Mordo's eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly erected a Magic shield to hold it firmly in front of him.

Even with the shield cushioning their fall, Mordo and Strange were still thrown back five or six steps by the recoil before they could barely regain their footing.

When the dust settled, the two looked ahead and were struck dumb.

The once wide and flat Kamar-Taj training grounds now have a terrifying crater tens of meters in diameter!

The artificial mountain structure in the center of the pit had long since been reduced to ashes by the violent Divine Power.

Strange raised his hand, trembling, and pointed to the deep pit ahead, his voice shaking as if he were breaking ice. "Mordo Sorcerers... this is what you called... weak?"

Mordo's face twitched violently, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Bite!"

"The host has displayed tremendous power, fully demonstrating the brutality of the Vishanti Chains!"

"The Vishanti Chains are in high spirits and are extremely satisfied!"

"Skill successfully upgraded to level 8!"

Ren slowly descended from mid-air. Listening to the System Notifications in his mind, he didn't laugh; instead, he sighed helplessly.

Seeing Ren sigh, Mordo's inner volcano finally erupted.

He was screaming inwardly: What are you sighing for! What kind of weird expression is that!

A casual strike created a crater dozens of meters wide; the power was almost comparable to a small tactical missile bombarding the ground!

You're still not satisfied?

Looking across the entire Kamar-Taj, besides the Sorcerer Supreme, who else could single-handedly create such a terrifying commotion!

Even if dozens of elite battle Sorcerers joined forces to unleash a forbidden fusion spell, they might not be able to create such a large crater!

The worst part is, this is a support Magic!

A Spell meant to bind people has been turned into a world-destroying railgun by you!

Mordo felt that the Magic common sense he had built up over most of his life was crumbling piece by piece.

He really wanted to grab Strange by the collar and yell: This is really a support Magic!

It's not the Spell that's abnormal, it's that kid, Ren!

Looking at the bottomless sinkhole in front of him, Mordo swallowed hard and forced himself to swallow his words back.

His conscience wouldn't allow him to lie through his teeth.

Mordo even began to question his life, wondering if he should continue teaching.

If I stay with this kid for a few more days, my Dao heart will eventually collapse completely.