Wang Yang looked at Strange with some curiosity.
What had Strange, this genius of Kamar-Taj, come to see him for?
Strange walked with a spring in his step now, but the fate awaiting him in his old age still made Wang Yang feel somewhat saddened.
After all, his talent was tremendous, and the divine powers he used were also relatively powerful. Naturally, when the gods came to collect their price, it would be far more terrible.
As he recalled, later on, Strange seemed to have become unable to eat even ordinary people's food and could only sustain himself with magic.
That was also the price he ultimately paid.
But of course, that situation was still a very long way off.
At this moment, Strange was still brimming with satisfaction.
"What did you want to see me about?"
Wang Yang looked at Strange and asked somewhat puzzledly.
"Sorcerer Wang Yang, I feel my magic has improved recently. Would you be willing to give me some pointers?"
Strange looked at Wang Yang with some curiosity as he spoke.
"You want to fight me?"
Wang Yang looked at Strange with interest.
After all, once someone's strength improved, it was perfectly normal to want to spar with others.
Moreover, fighting someone strong would help improve one's own strength.
"I know there's an enormous gap between your strength and mine, but it would only be a spar. I'm sure you wouldn't use your full strength!"
Strange looked at Wang Yang expectantly.
"Naturally, I wouldn't use my full strength when sparring with you. But I'm afraid you couldn't withstand it even if I held back!"
Wang Yang looked at Strange and shook his head as he spoke.
Hearing Wang Yang's words, Strange could not help marveling at how powerful Wang Yang had become. Even if he