On the platform, Mordo and Strange traded blows back and forth.
Magical light flashed incessantly.
Even the Masters of the Mystic Arts could not help whispering among themselves at the sight.
"Look at that move from Strange. His promotion should be no problem!"
"That speed, those reflexes! This fellow has already used several spells. Who knows how many he's learned!"
"Mordo is so lucky. He always manages to find good students!"
"But Mordo is in for it too. I think his own student is about to land a hit on him. That would be tragic-a distinguished Master of the Mystic Arts getting hit by his own disciple!"
"I think that kid Strange hits pretty hard too. He might actually teach Mordo a lesson!"
The Masters of the Mystic Arts gloated from above, but Wang Yang nodded slightly as he watched the two fighting in the arena.
Compared with the average sorcerer, Strange had trained his hand-to-hand combat skills quite well.
His attacks were exceptionally fierce, every move carrying a powerful magical aura.
Although Mordo also had years of experience,
Strange had gained the upper hand for the moment, driving him back again and again.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Mordo raised his hand to block, instantly forming a Magic Shield.
Strange's attacks struck the Magic Shield with dull thuds.
Mordo kept dodging, his footwork measured and methodical.
Of course, although Mordo seemed to be dodging the entire time, he was actually just trying to test Strange's strength.
That was why he kept defending without attacking.
"Strange, you've trained your Combat Techniques very well. I won't hold back, then!"
As he spoke, Mordo stopped defending passively and began to counterattack.
He threw a punch, magic runes forming a structure over his fist and condensing into a gauntlet.
Thud!
It collided with Strange's fist