Wasn't He Learning Far Too Fast?

Wong stared at the Portal in front of Wang Yang.

His emotions were complicated, and he was beginning to question everything he knew.

Back when he had learned to open a Portal, it had taken him over half a year to master it. Then it had taken several more years before he could successfully open one inside someone else's Mirror Dimension.

Yet the Portal before Wang Yang now had perfectly stable energy.

There was no sign of instability whatsoever, which meant Wang Yang had not only mastered the Portal spell but had already attained considerable proficiency.

At the very least, he was far beyond an apprentice.

Wong could not help wondering, Was this boy even human?

Compared to Wang Yang, it seemed as though they had wasted their entire lives.

Of course, despite his inner shock, Wong kept his face expressionless.

He said evenly, "Not bad. It seems you've gained a decent grasp of Portals!"

"I can tell you've been practicing seriously!"

Wong nodded.

Hearing his words, Wang Yang dismissed the Portal. Clearly, Wong approved of his progress.

Still, Wang Yang remained courteous and said respectfully, "It's all thanks to the masters' guidance!"

Wong waved a hand. "There's no need to sell yourself short. You must have put in plenty of effort yourself!"

He continued, "Since you've mastered Portals, you're qualified to move on to the next stage of training!"

Delight appeared on Wang Yang's face at those words.

Spells alone were not much use.

He also needed to master combat skills to become truly formidable.

In a world as dangerous as Marvel's.

Only formidable combat ability would give him the means to protect himself.

Wong looked at Wang Yang and said with a solemn expression, "What I'm going to teach you next is real combat!"

"The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj aren't frail scholars. We are powerful warriors!"

"So the most important thing for every sorcerer is learning how to fight!"

"I'll begin teaching you how to fight right now!"

Wong looked at Wang Yang with utter seriousness, but inwardly, he also wanted to see how the boy would fare in actual combat, given his undeniable genius for magic.

After all, talent for magic and talent for combat were different things.

Besides, mastering magic did not automatically teach someone how to fight.

Combat required talent, as well as tempering through life-and-death struggles. Even the finest Combat Techniques needed to be honed.

Otherwise, they were nothing more than theory.

Wang Yang was indeed a genius.

But Wong did not believe that extended to combat; surely, he was only an ordinary person in that regard.

After hearing Wong's words, Wang Yang's expression also grew serious.

Wong continued, "What I'm going to teach you is Kamar-Taj's fighting arts!"

"The Cosmic Energy of countless dimensions doesn't just allow us to use powerful magic. It can also enhance our physical abilities!"

"But there's a limit to how much power we can withstand, which has led to the creation of countless magical artifacts!"

"These artifacts can enhance our strength and help us cast magic faster and more smoothly!"

Wong explained at an unhurried pace, then opened a Portal with speed and proficiency Wang Yang could not match.

He took out two rods and tossed one to Wang Yang.

"This is the Living Tribunal Staff we use!"

Wong reached out and pulled, and the rod seemed to lengthen, separating into several sections connected by Magic Runes.

With a swing, countless sparks flew.

A scorched patch was left on the ground.

"This is the Watoomb Wand!"

"And these are the Boots of Valtorr!"

Wong touched his boots, and a magic circle flashed across them.

Wang Yang was familiar with these magical artifacts. Mordo had used them when teaching Doctor Strange.

As tools that enhanced a sorcerer's abilities, these magical artifacts were not things ordinary apprentices were allowed to handle.

"Most apprentices lack sufficient control, so using them can be dangerous. But you're different!"

Wong glanced at Wang Yang.

In his eyes, Wang Yang was special. Not only had he learned magic, but he could also control it reliably, unlike ordinary apprentices.

Wang Yang's control over magic had already reached the level of an ordinary sorcerer.

Naturally, he could begin learning to use magical artifacts.

"Channel your magic into the artifact, and use your mind to control how it works!"

Holding the artifact, Wong poured the power within his body into it.

The Watoomb Wand in his hand shone brilliantly, as though cast from gold.

Its individual sections were connected by golden Magic Runes.

Wang Yang followed his example.

This was merely a simple application of magic.

Soon, the staff in his hand also became like a whip.

"Very good. You've mastered how to use the Watoomb Wand!"

Wong nodded at the sight, then said, "All right. Now, let's fight!"

Wong stepped forward, his boots glowing. In an instant, he appeared before Wang Yang and brought his wand crashing down.

Wang Yang could only scramble to block.

Ding! Combat Talent Fragment detected. Fuse?

Fuse!

As the fusion took place, mysterious information flowed into his body and mind.

His mind received fighting techniques, while his body gained muscle memory, as though he had already practiced them ten or twenty times.

His body began reacting on its own, without conscious thought, just as he knew to reach for a cup when he wanted a drink.

Gradually, his frantic blocks became composed.

He also began wielding the wand with ease.

He switched freely between its rod and whip forms.

At the same time, he conjured a Magic Shield or other magical weapons in his free hand, occasionally launching attacks at Wong.

The longer Wong fought, the more shocked he became.

At first, he could tell that Wang Yang was a complete beginner, a novice.

The boy could not withstand his attacks at all.

Wong had been forced to hold back most of his strength, but soon, he noticed something.

Wang Yang was gradually beginning to hold his own, even as Wong steadily increased his strength, speed, and technical skill.

He had thought he could overwhelm the boy in every respect, yet Wang Yang not only blocked all his attacks but even began fighting back.

At that moment, Wong's emotions grew tangled, and everything he thought he knew was shattered.

Didn't combat require tempering through life-and-death struggles? How could a little sparring lead to such rapid improvement?

How was this boy still anything like an apprentice? Even an ordinary sorcerer probably wouldn't be a match for him now.

Not only that, even Wong himself occasionally felt as though he could barely fend him off.

Wang Yang was counterattacking more and more frequently.

If Wong did not start taking this more seriously, the boy might actually injure him.

It seems I'll have to put Wang Yang in his place!

A gleam flashed in Wong's eyes, and he suddenly increased his strength.