Superman

Kama Taj's living room, Strange woke up from his sleep.

"Are you up?"

Before he fully opened his distressed eyes, a voice with a smile suddenly sounded.

"Mom messing with Fak!"

Strange was startled, and he shrank to the corner of the bed subconsciously, leaning his back against the wall, making a defensive posture.

He had always lived alone, and he was caught off guard to hear other people's voices, and he would inevitably overreact.

"I said, Strange, a timid person, can't be a supreme mage."

The man said jokingly.

"How long have you been sitting here?"

Following the voice, Strange discovered that it was his contractor, the high-level mage who claimed to be "Superman".

He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the sky outside the window, and a touch of fish belly was slightly white, not too late.

"It's only twenty minutes. Kama Taj's breakfast tastes pretty good. Although it is a little lighter, I eat a lot of big fish and meat every day. It's good to try the porridge and side dishes."

Luke put down the "Encyclopedia of Magic", showed a young face, and said with a smile: "The battle for the supreme mage is about to begin. IMHO, Master Strange, with your current strength, you can't even get the tickets for the entrance. To."

"Your brother Mordoh stayed up all night, doing penance, and you slept in bed. It's no wonder that the others in Kama Taj are not very optimistic about you."

Strange lowered his head when he heard the heart-wrenching words of his contractor, a little depressed.

He shrugged and said, "I never thought about becoming a Supreme Mage, but... with the mentality of giving it a try."

"Moreover, I heard from Lao Wang that the Supreme Master can make a request to Emperor Weishan."

"I want to heal my hands..."

Luke raised his eyebrows without making a sound.

No matter which universe they are in, Strange's hands have not really healed.

"Next time you enter someone else's bedroom, remember to knock on the door."

Strange stepped out of the bed, with a low mood, and the red cloak hung on the hanger flew over automatically.

This is the only magic weapon he has, a flexible cloak that seems to have his own consciousness.

Compared with Mordor's Scepter of Broken, Cranioter's Axe, Slicer's Greatsword... and so on, it's far worse.

"Yesterday the Supreme Master left you, is there any secret to tell?"

Strange took a wash and asked curiously.

He felt that Luke's identity became more mysterious, unlike an ordinary high-level mage.

"Just normal chat."

Luke kept a secret and didn't let Strange know that he was the man of heaven.

What if this guy swells, causing the Supreme Master Contest to overturn.

Dr. Strange has always had this kind of criminal record, sometimes reliable and sometimes lost.

Especially after joining the Illuminati, together with Iron Man, he became the engine of the earth group destruction.

All kinds of big events have been triggered!

"Heh, aren't you a certain well-known archmage in history?"

Strange didn't believe it, but guessed.

He originally only wanted to heal his hands and return to a normal life, he would look for Kama Taj's whereabouts.

But after seeing the wonder of the magic temple and the vastness of the dimensional world.

No longer thinking about returning to the world, but gradually indulging in various techniques and new knowledge.

In this regard, Strange is not the same as himself in the movie universe.

He is more proactive and more willing to take responsibility.

"I have promised Gu Yi Mage to help you win this popular battle."

Luke looked serious and said lightly: "So, Master Strange, you have to cheer up and prepare for the next training."

"training?"

A look of surprise appeared on Strange's face. Among Kama Taj's ascetic mage, he was already considered diligent.

Apart from the fixed three to four hours of meditation homework every day, I will also go to the library to study various white magic, and conduct combat and physical exercises.

At the craziest stage, Strange didn't even have time to sleep.

After the body fell asleep, the soul went out of his body to continue reading—this was actually a test of mental power, and it also proved that he did have extraordinary talents.

Compared to Mordo and Casillas, Strange just lacks enough time.

If this supreme mage battle for supremacy hadn't come so early, maybe he would be more confident, and his attitude toward him would be more calm.

"Are you going to teach me more powerful spells, or is there any quick way?"

Strange couldn't help his eyes light up when Luke was about to train himself.

In his opinion, any high-level mage would have a unique secret skill at the bottom of the box.

For example, Mordu.

As a major disciple of Gu Yi, he is not only proficient in the white magic of The Book of Emperor Weishan, but also good at summoning and cursing black magic.

In terms of combat effectiveness, few Kama Taj are his opponents.

"I think Gu Yi said that when you stepped into Kama Taj."

Luke shook his head. Strange is not himself, he has a ready-made template of the magic superman, and the possibility of getting started in three days and quick in five days is too low.

"When you face an opponent and want to punch him, the harder you punch, the more you will hurt yourself."

"Like an ordinary punch, it will cause physical pain to the person who applies the force, so what is the price of releasing a magic?"

"You should be familiar with these words, right?"

Strange nodded as he was learning the first attack spell, Setorak's Scarlet Chain.

Gu Yi specifically did not remind that there will be a price to cast.

Therefore, Strange practiced and used repeatedly without restraint.

A week later, he began to vomit frantically, vomiting the food he had eaten, digested residue, and even gastric juice.

For two whole days, Strange couldn't eat normally, so he could only lie next to the toilet, so as to solve the urge to vomit anytime and anywhere.

This is the heavy price of overcasting!

A lesson that people remember!

"Therefore, there is no quick way to the path of the mage."

Luke said quietly.

"Unless you want to sell your soul to Mephisto, to Domam, you can only do it honestly, step by step, and take your time."

Strange curled his lips, a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

As a top student who graduated from medical school and a representative of the elite class, he is actually more accustomed to taking shortcuts.

"Then how long did it take you to become a high-level mage?"

Strange asked casually.

"Five days."

Luke answered.

"..."

This is called no shortcut?

Can't make it fast?

Strange opened his eyes wide, with a shocked expression of "you tease me".

"Ahem, I'm more... special."

Luke seemed a little embarrassed, no way, who called him so good.

"However, I have other methods for you to win the battle for hegemony."

In order to divert the topic, Luke throws out very attractive chips.

...

...

after an hour.

!!

Heavy footsteps sounded in the square.

The ground vibrated, and the stone bricks cracked like a giant elephant stepped on.

"Are you sure this will allow me to get the ticket to enter and become a candidate for the Supreme Master Contest?"

Strange said in a loud voice.

His whole body was wrapped in a heavy armor, from head to toe, there was nowhere to show.

He carried a huge square shield as thick as a wall with both hands, enough to block the whole person.

"Of course. This can effectively increase your survival rate, and will not be eliminated by your opponent in the first place."

Luke nodded and said seriously.

As a qualified mage, of course, you must add life, stamina and defense.

As for spells, at most one holy light will do.

"But I put on this sturdy and heavy armor, it is very difficult to even move, I can't cast spells quickly, join the battle!"

Strange said hard, panting.

He hasn't reached the level of a berserker, he is not tall and burly.

All in all, the physique is slightly insufficient.

It's not easy to be able to support this heavy armor.

"Fighting? You are a rookie who is not a high-level mage, and want to join the group?"

Luke asked in surprise.

"Mage Strange, it seems that you still lack knowledge of yourself."

"Remember! The only thing you have to do is to ensure that you survive and not be kicked out."

"Because the candidate fails, the contractor loses the qualification to continue fighting."

Luke made Strange wear heavy armor and carry shields in his hands, not out of teasing or joking.

In his opinion, the opponent only needs to hide behind him silently, waiting for the result of lying down and it is over.

As for other aspects?

Superman is enough to solve all problems, smash all obstacles, and defeat all enemies.

In the face of candidates who may appear in the battle for supremacy, the strength of those legendary mages, hell creatures, and Strange is too far apart.

Adding attribute points to life, endurance, and defense, and ensuring that he can survive, is what he has to do.

Otherwise, how strong Superman is.

As long as Strange is eliminated, he will be disqualified from continuing to fight.

"From today, you will do a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups, and run another ten kilometers by the way."

Luke said solemnly.

"And wearing this heavy armor! Keep this training!"