Superman - 246 Chapter 246-No Door Bar, Candidate

“Hurry up! Strange, don’t dawdle!”

The sky shone brightly, and a loud voice sounded at Kama Taj.

“Old Wang, pour a glass of lemonade for this grandma who is weaker than your eighty-year-old, who is not at all like a mage’s cannon.”

Luke, Sol and Rocket Raccoon, as well as the old mage who is responsible for making breakfast hand cakes, sit on the wooden balcony occupying the commanding heights.

Below is the winding mountain trail, and Strange wears the hard, heavy armor that runs up and bangs.

His chest was like a pulling bellows, and he made a “wheezing” gasp.

Finally ran to the destination, his legs were already weak, his standing was unstable, and he almost rolled off.

“Water! Give me… a drink!”

Strange lifted his visor, his throat burnt.

Lao Wang thoughtfully poured a glass of lemonade and handed over a freshly made hand cake by the way.

“Mage Strange, your body is a bit weak, and it’s so tired after only five kilometers.”

Saul was picking his teeth while talking coldly.

Even when he came to another universe, his daily life did not change much.

Kama Taj’s WiFi network speed is good, and there is no problem playing games online.

“I am a mage, not a berserker…”

Strange retorted.

He thought that the training that Luke imposed on him was useless at all.

The mage of Kama Taj does practice physical skills to improve his melee combat ability.

But in the final analysis, spells and magic are the most basic and most important part.

Do a hundred push-ups, squats, and high-intensity physical training every day. What’s the matter?

“It seems it’s time for me to teach you a lesson, Master Strange.”

Luke wiped his mouth clean and whispered, “Throw all the attack spells you know at me.”

what?

Strange was taken aback, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

It was the first time he saw someone make such a request. How was it different from suicide?

“you sure?”

Strange asked hesitantly.

Even a high-level mage, without any protection, insists on a few attacking spells, and it will be half disabled if he is not dead.

“Abandon your inner doubts, don’t be like a sissy, don’t you even have the courage to cast spells? Or are you a coward in your bones?”

Luke kept stimulating the other party’s emotions, and said lightly: “Stranger, IMHO, your understanding of the’melee mage’ is too one-sided and shallow, and you don’t know anything about true power.”

“Oh, is that so? In the name of Hogarth, Aoshutu, and Agomodo, call for the divine light of Emperor Weishan to condense the holy sword!”

Strange pressed his lips tightly and said no more.

The sparks of magic gush out and quickly turn into a long sword, held in his hand.

“Wang, you want to testify to me, this is all he asked for!”

Strange held the Sacred Sword in his hand and cut his head down.

Although he was wearing a heavy armor and moving hard, his attack speed was not slow.

The scarlet sword cut through the air and landed on Luke’s shoulder.

Click!

Like fragile porcelain, hitting hard steel.

Instantly shattered and cracked.

“This… Setolak’s scarlet chain!”

Strange didn’t believe in evil, and cast another spell.

The tough chain emitting a crimson light firmly bound Luke, who was standing still, and then shrank tightly.

“Are you tickling someone, Strange?”

Luke just struggling with his arms, breaking the crimson chains tied to his body every inch and turning them into pieces.

Strange was stunned, he didn’t sense the slightest magical aura.

In other words, Superman resisted layers of attacks by virtue of his extraordinary physique.

“This is impossible……”

Strange could not believe that the power of magic was not enough to shake the flesh and blood of human beings?

“I understand your feelings, but this is the truth. It is important to temper your will, learn spells, and accumulate magic power.”

Luke’s earnest teaching.

“However, keeping fit and exercising are also crucial.”

“If you want to become a high-level mage, you must have extraordinary power, otherwise how can you withstand the cost of casting?”

Strange was quite moved, after a moment of deep thought, he nodded and said: “I see! I’m going to run!”

!!

Heavy footsteps sounded again.

Strange, who was half tired, just felt full of power.

Facing the rising sun, began to run.

“What do you say… are all the truth?”

Seeing the figure disappearing into the mountain road, Saul asked curiously.

“I’m just telling my own experience, whether it works or not, I need Strange to practice it myself.”

Luke curled his lips and answered vaguely.

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New York City, Down Town.

Casillas, wearing a yellow robe, walked into a dark alley.

He didn’t bring any entourage, he was alone.

Deep in the alley is a wall.

The hand with the hanging ring slowly flicked, and the magic sparks jumped out to form a circle.

Casillas walked in without expression, the lively atmosphere rushed over his face.

The smell of alcohol, mixed with perfume and a certain weird breath, is a bit suffocating.

This is a bar.

Inside it was like Halloween, with all kinds of strangely dressed guests.

Some were court costumes from the Middle Ages, wearing a long dress with bright colors and intricate patterns, sitting in the corner.

Some are like indigenous people in the tropical rain forest, wearing a collar made of animal teeth and painted with oil on their faces.

There are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and monks in retro robes.

This is the “Bar without Door”.

As the name suggests, it has no access door.

So, those guests who can sit at the table drinking and chatting.

They are not ordinary people, but mages from all over the world.

“A glass of tequila, a business.”

No one beside Casillas walked to the bar, ignoring those complicated eyes that were shocked or wary.

He is a recent man of the world, a defector of Kama Taj, who took refuge in the fallen mage of Domam.

Of course, the most shocking thing was the news that he conspired against the Supreme Mage and injured him.

This completely caused a sensation in the magical world. The demons from hell and the Holy Spirit from heaven have all heard of it.

The battle for supreme mage that arrived ahead of schedule has even affected the nerves of all insiders.

In any case, the name Casillas has spread.

He represents endless troubles, because the sanctuary mage has launched a siege and hunted down.

He also represents a powerful force, because everyone knows that behind this person is a dimensional demon.

“Sorry, I don’t do this business.”

The bartender is an old man in a bowler hat, vest and white shirt.

“This glass of tequila is my treat, and leave as soon as you finish drinking.”

Casillas was not surprised. He took a sip of the spirits he had brought up, and whispered softly: “Monaque, you are the famous’Magic Prince’, and you are afraid of the three sanctuary?”

The old man named “Monak” was once a powerful wizard who was active during World War II and fought against the evil wizards of the Axis.

Later, he opened a bar and entered the life of retirement.

“Oh, don’t use this trick.”

Monak sneered and wiped the bar.

“Of course I am afraid of the three sanctuary, the precepts that symbolize absolute order and cannot be violated.”

“Even the old fellow Mephisto was afraid of the Supreme Mage, and even the demon god hidden in the dimension was expelled.”

“So, why can’t I be afraid of such a bad old man?”

Casillas was silent for a moment, took out a dozen gold coins from his arms and threw them on the bar.

The crisp sound of jingle bells is quite pleasant.

“Ha, what a generosity! With the new master, the shots have become generous.”

Monak recognized at a glance, this was Aztec’s cursed gold coin.

It is said that the grieving souls with undead attached to them will be cursed if they violate the oath.

There was once a group of pirates who looted merchant ships and got a box of gold coins like this.

As a result, he becomes an undead person, suffering from eternal hunger, thirst, and insatisfaction.

For the mage, this is a precious collection and a medium for casting spells.

“Again, I won’t do this business.”

Monak only glanced at it, then looked away.

“I know what you are asking, Casillas.”

“A defector of Kama Taj, thinking about participating in the battle for supreme mage.”

“Heh, aren’t you afraid of being beaten to death on the spot?”

Casillas’ expression remained unchanged. He leaned forward and said in a low voice: “Monak, there is a page of “Dark Book” in my arms. If you insist on not doing business, then I will Take it out and put it on the bar.”

“You should be very clear about how attractive Sithorn’s dark spells are to the people in this bar.”

“If they get a fight, your bar will probably be redecorated.”

Monak’s complexion was uncertain, and after a moment, he gave Casillas a fierce look and said, “You won, damn bastard!”

“Add four more gold coins, and I will give you a list of candidates who are interested in participating in the Battle of the Supreme Master!”

Casillas nodded slightly and said softly: “Deal.”

A few minutes later, he came out of the wall in the dark alley again, with an extra list written in cipher text in his hand.

“Modo, Doctor Voodoo, Mystery, Rocky…Steven Strange?”

Casillas sneered. The guy at the bottom of the line is sure not to be funny?

A low-level rookie who has only been in Kama Taj for two years, also wants to win the position of Supreme Mage?

“I don’t know how high the sky is.”

Casillas casually raised the list, and the list burned into ashes.

In his opinion, only a few people can pose a threat to himself.

For example, old friend Mordo!

“I hope you don’t let you run into me, otherwise…”

Casillas chuckled unexplainably, put on his hood, and walked out of the dark alley.