Sorry, You Said It Too Late (Bonus Chapter for “BeatYourLittleDD”‘s Ten-Thousand Reward)

"I can’t teleport."

"But that doesn’t mean I can’t do it!"

He instantly exchanged for Blink. Old Wang left the battlefield, yet still could not escape the Mirror Dimension. Kamar-Taj’s signature techniques were not to be underestimated.

After all, the true caster was not the mage, but the Vishanti Trinity behind the mage.

Kaecilius was merely the medium through which the spell was cast.

Or rather, the conduit.

The more powerful the spell, the less sustainable it was. Ancient One might be able to hold it for a minute or longer, but Kaecilius was far too weak. In the blink of an eye, all several dozen Kaeciliuses vanished, leaving only one behind.

Jade-green lightning appeared out of thin air and struck down.

An orange magical shield instantly blocked it.

"Lightning? I can do that too!"

Kaecilius clenched both hands, firing orange magical lightning at Old Wang.

Green True Qi transformed into golden Qi Aura, protecting Old Wang’s body. The Monk skill Golden Bell withstood the magical lightning head-on without leaving him harmed.

Four Old Wangs appeared once more, splitting into earth, fire, water, and wind.

The wind howled, fire burned, water roared, and a sandstorm filled the sky.

Kaecilius’s expression remained unchanged. A huge magical barrier appeared before him, blocking every attack before transforming into a sky full of cherry blossoms, carrying the scent of love.

"Seraphim Shield!"

This was a reality-altering spell. It rewrote all the attacks from the four Old Wangs into other forms, then turned them back into pure energy and dispersed them.

Old Wang attacked again.

Pandaren Monks were the most agile fat people. Having successfully lost weight, Old Wang was naturally more nimble than his clansmen in his previous life. Naturally, he was confident he could use speed to overcome slowness and take down his opponent.

When it comes to a battle of endurance, this Monk has never feared anyone!

Kaecilius’s expression changed.

It was as though some great terror was about to descend.

Another magical attack forced Old Wang to evade. Taking advantage of the opportunity, another mage apprentice drew a circle, and an orange portal appeared.

Kaecilius hurriedly leaped inside.

Just as Old Wang was about to chase after him, Kaecilius’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly waved his hand.

The portal vanished.

Despite not being at an absolute disadvantage, he had suddenly chosen to give up.

Old Wang found it rather strange and could not help touching his face.

Have I become so handsome that you had to flee in shame?

In nineteen years in this world, whether it was the Winter Soldier, The Hand, or even the not-yet-powerful Ghost Rider, none had qualified to make him fight with all his strength.

He had finally encountered someone decent, yet he had only just warmed up, and the other man had run away?

Why?

"So this is the true strength of Kamar-Taj’s Mystic Masters. This is the power capable of protecting Earth. As expected, it isn’t nearly as simple as the movies made it seem."

Old Wang gently shook his head and turned around.

He walked toward the apprentices Kaecilius had abandoned.

Having loyally followed him only to be discarded, the apprentices wore ugly expressions. Their eyes held not only disappointment, but despair.

Some gave up completely, while others knelt and begged for mercy.

One apprentice hurriedly tried to open a portal and flee, but Old Wang had already appeared before him.

A palm struck his chest, then clawed sharply. His body and soul died in succession.

Without Kaecilius covering them, these apprentices had no chance of successfully opening a portal.

Mounting up took a three-second cast time, let alone opening a portal.

"Show mercy!"

A clear, swift voice suddenly rang out. At the same time, an orange magical shield appeared before Old Wang.

It blocked his path.

The powerful magical fluctuations surpassed Kaecilius’s by more than tenfold. Even Thor’s Hammer could never have shattered it.

Old Wang had only felt such powerful magic from a very small number of mages, such as Medivh, Aegwynn, and Queen Azshara. Such beings deserved to be called Mage Gods.

At the very least, they counted as demigods.

Old Wang remained expressionless.

No person and no matter could alter his will. Whoever he wanted to kill, no one could protect.

He raised his left hand and extended his middle finger.

Jade-green lightning descended from the sky, blasting the panicked apprentices into charred corpses.

"Alas!"

With a sigh, everything around them changed at a visible speed. The collapsed, twisted buildings recovered as though Time Reversal had taken place.

It looked as if they had returned to reality, but they had not.

This was still the Mirror Dimension.

Without a Sling Ring, one could not leave the Mirror Dimension. If no mage helped him, Old Wang seemed destined to be trapped here forever.

Yet he was not anxious in the slightest, much less afraid.

He had encountered such situations more than a hundred times, and faced such opponents more than a hundred times as well.

Old Wang turned and saw the portal that had just appeared a hundred meters away.

A figure in yellow robes and a yellow hood emerged.

The portal vanished, and the hood was pulled back.

It revealed a beautiful bald head.

Nine out of ten bald men were strong, and the remaining one was stronger still.

Since coming to this world, Old Wang had seen one bald head after another:

Kingpin, Agent Sitwell, Nick Fury. But none of them were as powerful as this woman, renowned throughout the entire multiverse.

"Sorry, you said it too late."

Old Wang smiled faintly, neither humble nor overbearing.

Having seen all kinds of people in this life and experienced everything a mortal could experience, Ancient One naturally would not become angry just because Old Wang had shown her no respect.

Everyone had their own temperament, and she had gradually learned to treat them with calmness.

Besides, from any perspective, those apprentices had brought death upon themselves. He had done nothing wrong.

As the Sorcerer Supreme, she was already one of the most powerful beings in the entire single universe. Anyone who saw her would show, to some degree, respect, fear, delight, or some other emotion.

Even if Odin stood before her, he would show sufficient regard.

But the man before her did not.

There was no fear, no respect, no delight, not even surprise.

It was as though the person standing before him was not the Sorcerer Supreme, capable of destroying a city with a casual gesture, but an ordinary nun.

Mortals might be fearless through ignorance, but this man was certainly not.

A person like this must have something to rely on. She simply did not know what it was.

She had only just returned to Kamar-Taj from the depths of the cosmos when she sensed powerful spellcasting fluctuations and hurried here. Before she had time to investigate the man before her or learn his background, Ancient One was not particularly surprised.

The universe was vast and full of wonders. There would always be people and things beyond her understanding, and it was not too late to learn about them now.

The Eye of Agamotto silently appeared, and the surrounding space-time shifted.

In but an instant, she traced the man’s past and observed seventy-two million possible futures.

She did not know that everything she saw was a past and future rewritten and disguised by the Heart of Azeroth at the cost of enough blood to fill Yunlong Lake. There were no flaws, and no one could see through it—not even Ancient One.

From his birth and abandonment to his later growth, everything indicated that the man before her was a genuine Earthling. Yet the necklace he had carried with him from the womb was clearly anything but ordinary.

Perhaps it was the scheme of some great figure from the multiverse?

Perhaps it was merely an accident that even she could not trace?

What experiences a person had were none of her concern. She only needed to determine one thing.

During that instant-long review and observation, she had already obtained the answer:

This person was definitely not an enemy.

That was enough.

It was a judgment formed after seeing through the ways of the world, more accurate than any senior HR manager at a major corporation.

With just one glance at you, she had seen you through from head to toe.

Having long lost interest in everything on Earth, even the Infinity Stones could not move her. Naturally, she did not care about that necklace either.

Right now, she was filled only with curiosity toward the man before her.