In the Marvel world,
if you want to survive,
you need extremely strong power.
Karl, as someone who likes to lie low, naturally understands this point deeply.
So even with no one urging him on, he had always been training hard.
He didn't want to wait until a catastrophe arrived overnight
and find himself with no ability to resist at all.
So,
Karl had been training the whole time.
Training time always passed extremely quickly.
Since the last time he met the Sorcerer Supreme, only a little over three years had gone by.
After mastering Astral Projection,
Karl's cultivation speed increased again by quite a lot.
It could even be described as skyrocketing.
During this period,
Karl didn't learn any especially powerful spells.
He mainly focused on mastering various buffs and support spells.
These were things he needed in order to advance to Master Sorcerer.
After all,
Kamar-Taj's Master Sorcerers didn't only need to fight—they also needed to teach disciples.
They had to master an enormous amount of knowledge.
To a certain extent, every Master Sorcerer was a generalist.
Karl had entered late, so naturally he needed to fill in his shortcomings.
He even took advantage of this time to study Sanskrit and several other ancient scripts, learning large amounts of technical terminology and dialects,
so he could read Kamar-Taj's ancient books.
Foreign lands didn't have the notion of a "unified writing system."
Many ancient texts used writing systems that had already been lost, and some ancient texts were even written in various dialects.
Even people of that era needed to be widely learned in order to read those ancient magic tomes, let alone later generations like them.
Fortunately,
Astral Projection was extremely powerful.
Even while sleeping, he could still "look at diagrams" and cultivate.
Combined with Karl's talent bonus,
Karl rapidly made up for his deficiencies over the course of this year.
He was no longer the kind of reckless brute who only knew how to fight.
This day,
after Karl finished reading another book, he prepared to go look for Baron Mordo.
"Everything I should have mastered, I've already mastered, and I've also learned a large number of low-level spells."
"It's time to find Baron Mordo-sensei and learn some stronger spells."
Karl confirmed this in his mind.
Only after shoring up his weaknesses could he improve himself more effectively.
Once Karl decided something, he naturally didn't hesitate.
He immediately stood up and went to find Mordo.
Before long,
he saw Mordo at the training ground.
The probationary sorcerers around them all looked at Karl with faces full of awe.
Mordo noticed Karl right away.
"Karl, how is it?"
"Is your foundation solid?"
"You have to understand: how far a sorcerer can go depends not on how many spells you know, but on your fundamentals."
"If you don't build a good foundation, your path won't last long."
Mordo spoke earnestly.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mordo-sensei. I feel my foundation is already solid."
"As for Kamar-Taj's related basic knowledge, I've mastered about eighty percent."
Karl replied respectfully.
Hearing that,
Mordo's mouth twitched.
Good lord.
This kid really didn't disappoint him—still as freakish as ever.
Kamar-Taj's materials were like a vast ocean, and its books were like grains of sand in the desert.
This kid mastered eighty percent in a single year?
What kind of brain is that?
Still,
after so long,
Mordo had gotten somewhat used to it.
He quickly recovered.
"Very good. Since you're ready…"
"It looks like we'll be able to conduct your Master Sorcerer advancement rite soon."
Mordo said with a smile.
"But before that—what brings you here this time?"
Mordo asked.
"It's like this, Mordo-sensei. I want to learn a few high-level spells."
Karl said sincerely.
Taking basic spells to the extreme was indeed powerful.
But at the same tier, the advantage held by high-level spells was not small at all.
Naturally, he wanted to learn stronger spells.
"No problem. It's time."
"Spells that carry the power of divine beings are the strongest."
"Come with me."
Mordo nodded.
He then tore open the Mirror Dimension and led Karl inside.
After the two entered the Mirror Dimension, Mordo asked:
"Karl—what spell do you want to learn?"
"There aren't that few high-level spells."
"The Sacred Sword of the Vishanti."
Karl answered without hesitation.
It was one of Kamar-Taj's stronger spells, and he had coveted it for a long time.
It was also one of the most universally applicable spells—
extremely useful.
And because it carried the sacred power of the great Vishanti, the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti even had bonus damage against certain beings.
It could be said that
this was absolutely a spell most Master Sorcerers needed to learn.
Karl was no exception.
"Alright."
"Then I'll teach you this spell."
Mordo nodded.
"I'll cast it slowly once so you can watch."
"The energy structure of the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti isn't difficult. What's difficult is constraining the great Vishanti's power."
As he spoke,
Mordo's mental power stirred.
A powerful force surfaced in his hand.
A white-platinum weapon crackling with sparks appeared in Mordo's grasp.
That said,
it was called a holy sword, but in practice it looked no different from a big saber.
Karl didn't mind.
In the beginning, blades and swords weren't all that different.
He observed carefully, watching the spell's energy flow.
[Ding!]
[Detected host learning a divine-attribute spell — Sacred Sword of the Vishanti. God-tier talent triggers a hundredfold critical strike.]
[You have mastered Sacred Sword of the Vishanti.]
An incomparably profound mass of information appeared in Karl's mind.
He didn't hesitate at all.
With a simple flick of his hand,
a dazzling white-platinum radiance appeared in Karl's grasp.
Sparks spilled from the spell, and the power looked anything but ordinary.
Mordo watched with a smile and said nothing.
Kid.
So you learn spells fast—so what?
This brat was a freak. No matter what happened, he wouldn't be surprised anymore.
However—
right at that moment,
a rift suddenly split open in the sky.
Vast amounts of white-platinum divine power, as if it were free, poured down from the heavens, flooding into Karl's Sacred Sword of the Vishanti.
Mordo: ??
The floor under his feet shattered on the spot.
Damn it!
Vishanti, what is this supposed to mean?
We're both disciples of Kamar-Taj—how can you treat us differently?!
He remembered that when he practiced this spell, it wasn't like this at all!
Borrowing even a little energy had been excruciatingly difficult—
absurdly hard.
But with Karl, it turned into this?
Is this kid the Vishanti's illegitimate son?!
Mordo squatted on the ground,
and completely shut down.
(End of Chapter)
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