Siege of Old Wang, the “Wild Boss”

"That’s interesting." Old Wang clicked his tongue in admiration.

Manifesting weapons with mana—this should fall under evocation magic, in the same category as Frostbolt and Fireball.

In terms of mana alone, these Kamar-Taj apprentices could rival proper World of Warcraft mages. Their methods seemed far too limited, though. They could not even compare to Dalaran’s mage apprentices.

A dignified Archmage who could not use Frostbolt or Fireball, but used whips instead? Even if Ancient One kept them on a tight leash and Kamar-Taj practiced abstinence, there was no need to go that far. It was bad for the body. Ropes and candles seemed gentler.

So were you mages or Succubi?

Old Wang did not need to say anything more. The scientists, including Fitz, all retreated. Skye and Daredevil moved to engage, while Stick and "Black Sky" Elektra, having heard the commotion, were also rushing over.

Coward when it was time to cower, strike when it was time to strike.

Charge in recklessly and steal the kills.

Old Wang could clearly sense that every apprentice had a mana channel similar to a Time-Space Channel. An endless stream of mana was being sent in from beyond the universe.

That was the Vishanti Trinity, magical entities far stronger than the Sorcerer Supreme or Odin.

Kamar-Taj’s mages differed from those of World of Warcraft. In truth, they resembled priests from certain systems more closely.

World of Warcraft mages possessed substantial mana themselves, and could also draw upon the omnipresent magical energy around them. Their spells were often tremendously powerful; a single Fireball could even rival an infantry rocket or grenade.

A mage was a mobile artillery platform.

Earth was not World of Warcraft. There was no Ley Line here. All of Kamar-Taj’s mages’ mana came from extra dimensions beyond the universe or magical entities. How much they could obtain depended on the individual.

The lofty powers of the multiverse naturally would not pay attention to insignificant mages. How much mana one could receive was probably related to time, knowledge, or certain rituals.

Even their spells were related to the mana they received:

Mana gained from the Vishanti possessed abilities such as shaping, invisibility, telepathy, and flight, while mana gained from the Dark Dimension possessed the powers of the void and immortality.

That was why Kaecilius had defected to Dormammu, and why Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One could live for hundreds or even thousands of years.

It was no different from priests praying for divine spells.

What mages? They were clearly priests worshipping the Vishanti or Dormammu!

Power gained too easily was often difficult to use perfectly.

Weak knowledge and frail minds made it difficult to control powerful mana. Kamar-Taj’s mages were absolutely weaker than World of Warcraft mages of the same level. On the entire planet, perhaps only Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One could be called "legendary."

Daredevil clearly did not understand mages well enough. He was somewhat disheveled from the start. The enemy’s endless whips, ropes, shields, and longswords made him difficult to guard against. Even in close combat, he could not gain the advantage—

A dignified mage whose fighting ability was stronger than their magic? Were you idiots sent by Gandalf?

A palm thrust cleared a line, a staff sweep felled a crowd!

Daredevil was now a Monk.

A Monk was not the weakest Iron Fist in history. True Qi could be concentrated not only in the fists, but attached to any object, such as Titanium Alloy Gauntlets and a Titanium Alloy Staff.

The equipment Old Wang had given him was naturally excellent, and Fitz had made targeted improvements as well.

One-on-one, or even one-on-five, was not a problem. But there were far more than five of them.

Whip after whip lashed against his body. If not for True Qi protecting him, he would likely have been covered in wounds long ago.

Fortunately, Skye was there too.

Unknown abilities were the best abilities.

The moment she attacked, an unprecedented shockwave sent several people flying. The bizarre method of attack stunned everyone present.

But she was not proficient enough yet, and lacked combat experience.

Using the same move a second time made it easy to see through.

The mages summoned shields in advance to block it, making the shockwave difficult to use effectively.

Instead, she was easily hurt by the waves rebounding from the shields. Her entire body rippled like a wave, its crests and troughs reaching astonishing heights in a breathtaking sight.

The apprentices lived in Kamar-Taj, where there were relatively few women. They rarely went out, pursuing knowledge and power instead. They were all shut-in nerds, and this scene dealt them overwhelming damage. For a moment, they stood dumbfounded, as though afflicted with a debuff that greatly slowed both their movement and attack speed.

Some sort of slow or sluggishness effect?

Seeing this, Skye could not help feeling puzzled:

Could this be the true essence of shockwaves?

Could this be the direction I should pursue without end?

Less than ten seconds after the battle began, the two of them were already in danger.

A long whip swept toward Skye from behind, trying to bind her. Its angle was tricky, its positioning exceptionally slick.

Inhumans and Mutants were often powerful in only one area, with obvious weaknesses elsewhere. Skye was no exception.

The apprentice casting the spell wore a vicious expression, seeing that he was about to succeed.

Then a slightly plump figure suddenly stepped behind Skye, back to back and shoulder to shoulder with her.

Old Wang casually sent out a palm strike.

Thunder boomed, furious lightning roared, and the apprentice who had no time to summon a shield was blasted backward.

His ribs shattered, his chest caved in, and his organs turned into kitchen scraps, stir-fried in scorching True Qi. Fragrance flowed from all seven orifices, his health instantly dropped to zero, and yet a soul floated out.

A mage was still a mage. Even an apprentice possessed a soul strong enough to exist independently.

They had thought this would be a treasure-grabbing trip where they used a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. Who would have thought it would turn into an "impossible mission" challenging a wild boss? The apprentices were filled with resentment.

Newborn calves feared no tigers. Ignorance made them fearless, just like that minor character who had shouted about using "twenty Iron Man suits to conquer Asia." This mage apprentice still thought Old Wang was merely physically powerful.

He had no idea that Old Wang’s body was his weakness. His soul was what was truly imba.

"Kill him! Drag him down to hell!"

"If we die, we die together!"

The apprentice bared his fangs and claws, his face twisted as he tried to drag Old Wang down with him.

At that moment, Old Wang glanced at him from within the crowd.

Thunder boomed, lightning flashed in every direction.

Jade Lightning!

A green bolt of lightning struck his soul.

To pass through reincarnation, you had to wear a little green on your head.

The essence of a soul was energy as well. It could not be harmed physically, but before lightning, it was like a beautiful bubble—bursting at the slightest touch.

Amid shrill screams, the souls scattered into nothingness.

Old Wang gently shook his head.

He had originally wanted to use this chance to train Skye and Daredevil. Who would have thought the difficulty would be so high? Two level-thirty characters had entered a Scarlet Monastery of the same level. Forget clearing it—they could not even AoE the elite trash mobs.

Stick and Elektra were still on their way, while Winter Soldier had yet to recover from his frozen state and still had a layer of Mind Control debuff on him.

Only two members of the five-man party had arrived. How were they supposed to fight?

He could only bring out his main account.

A level-seventy Monk carrying them through the dungeon—barely equipped or not, none of it was a problem.

Raging Thunder Break!

Howling Blast!

Drunken Haze!

Spinning Fire Kick!

Skill after skill appeared like a kaleidoscope. True Qi and arcane energy danced together, earth, fire, water, and wind rising and falling in turn.

Screams rang out without end, and the perfectly good Laboratory became a slaughterhouse.

Compared to these apprentices, Old Wang looked more like a mage instead.

Who knew whether they felt ashamed.

Kamar-Taj trained both magic and martial arts, so their constitutions were naturally impressive. But they still could not withstand Old Wang’s pair of fleshy palms.

The orange-yellow mana shields were sufficiently durable, but their casting time was far too slow. How could they compare to that agile fat man on the other side?

Several fell in the blink of an eye. Old Wang showed no mercy when he attacked.

Through his actions, he was telling these Kamar-Taj rookies:

There are risks when fighting monsters. Please buy insurance first!