In the ring, Mordo and Strange were locked in a fierce fight.
It was every bit as intense as a battle between Masters of the Mystic Arts.
Red Rings of Raggadorr surrounded Mordo's fists as he repeatedly blocked the Vishanti Holy Sword. The sword formed from flames kept colliding with the red Rings of Raggadorr.
Magical sparks burst incessantly.
The ring had long since been ravaged, its surface pitted and uneven.
Although Mordo still looked composed, the pressure he felt kept mounting.
Strange had only practiced magic for a month, but his attacks dealt far more damage than Mordo's.
The power of his various spells layered together was considerable, too.
Fortunately, Mordo had extensive combat experience and coordinated his various spells well.
In the end, Mordo seized a moment when Strange was distracted and bound him with the Crimson Bands.
Then he stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a peerless master.
He followed up in a lecturing tone, "Strange, you still need to work hard. You're still too young!"
"Yes. Thank you for your guidance, Master Mordo!"
Strange accepted his defeat wholeheartedly.
Hearing Strange's words, Mordo could not help letting out a long sigh of relief.
Strange had become an Apprentice Mage very smoothly. If advancing across ranks had not been so troublesome, he was actually fully qualified to become a Senior Mage.
"All right, Strange. From today onward, you're an Apprentice Mage!"
"But don't get conceited. You still need to work hard!"
Mordo spoke to Strange with a broad smile.
"I understand, Master Mordo!"
Strange nodded respectfully, then stepped down.
But although Strange had stepped down, Mordo remained in the ring. He looked at Wang Yang, who stood to one side, and said, "Wang Yang, want to come up and spar with me?"
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