Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Wrong! Aren't you very smart? Why can't you use such a small spell? Do it again!"

Ruiwen looked at the mage who was completely different from the one who taught her with some surprise. Bruce Wayne was gritting his teeth and raising his trembling hands again under his reprimand. He had been unable to stabilize his hands due to too many failed spells. .

According to the mage's teaching, he instilled magic again, made complex gestures with both hands, and communicated the sky and the earth at the same time, trying to complete this "uncomplicated" spell in He Shenyan's eyes with the basis of the mage's model Druid - namely Extract the earth elements, transport them into the sky through the air, then squeeze the earth elements into a huge sphere and let it fall.

Simple, isn't it?

At least in the mage's eyes, he treated Bruce Wayne with a harsh attitude, and the latter's attitude didn't make any sense to him, even if he was insulted.

"Very well, hold on... What the hell are you doing? Are you an idiot? How dare you skip the step of communicating with the earth element in advance? If I'm not here, the furious elemental spirit will tear up everyone present! "

The mage stomped his feet quickly, letting the restless earth elements return to the earth. Batman's actions just now are tantamount to breaking into other people's houses and grabbing people without saying hello, and it is impossible for anyone to give him a good look. Even if he can do this in the future, it is based on the premise of being familiar with the spirit of the elements.

As for now, he is not even an apprentice. Although a week of introductory instruction from the wizard has made Batman stronger than most spell users in the world. But in his eyes, it wasn't enough.

Since it has been agreed that he will be a supreme mage, then he must be required to be the supreme mage's standard. Strange suffered only a lot more than him at the time. The two old mages who were in charge of teaching him at the time were not as gentle as He Shenyan, and just scolded him. The two of them ran after Strange with sticks, and if they failed, they had to be beaten.

Recalling the past, his eyes softened for a moment. But it was only for a while, and the next second, he relentlessly said to Batman, who could no longer raise his hands, "Go on."

Alfred and Jason stood on the second floor of Wayne's house, watching the backyard. Jason was a little puzzled: "A'Fu, what's the situation?"

"It's just an exercise, my young master." Alfred chuckled, the old man seemed a little indifferent to this scene.

Jason couldn't bear to watch it. He turned his head and said dully: "Okay, I admit that I was a little gloating to see him like this. But isn't that mage a little too strict? They've been practicing all day and night without rest. , Bruce is just a mortal!"

"Actually, Master Jason," said Alfred.

"Master has given himself a special training that lasted for a year after he returned from traveling around the world in his youth."

"He didn't tell me about it."

"Yes, Master Jason. Because that training was so hard. Do you know the stimulants he uses now? It was developed at that time, and the effect was more than five times that of the current style, and it was not used to make him To maintain physical strength. It is to save his life."

"What?" Jason couldn't believe it.

"I don't want to repeat what he did to himself. My young master, Mr. Bruce may be an inhumane person a lot of the time. But he's...more strict with himself." The housekeeper gently Say.

in the backyard.

Batman raised his hands, the condition of which only the Mage knew. The blood vessels and nerves in the hand have long been mutated due to the excessive flushing of magic power. His hands were abnormally blue-grey, and blood was even dripping from the ends of his fingers. And the mage didn't have the slightest idea of ​​wanting to treat him.

Batman didn't speak, he just raised his hands little by little, used his teeth to form the two complicated gestures with his fingers, and then communicated magic again. The blood dripping from his fingers stained his face and even dripped onto his shirt, but no one cared about it at this time.

He Shenyan squinted and looked at the sky. Above Wayne's house, a huge rock was slowly forming, and a fleeting smile appeared on his face. Then he stretched out his hand and waved it casually. The rock disappeared.

"After 3,728 failures, you finally succeeded once." The mage looked at Batman and said slowly.

"At least the previous failures weren't all useless," Batman replied in a hoarse voice.

The wizard glanced at his hands, and Batman felt the constant pain in his hands disappear and his consciousness returned. If he ignores the blood that he shed before, his hand is even better than before.

"This is only the fourth spell, you are not even an apprentice. Your only advantage may be that you have a relatively high affinity for magic."

The mage seemed a little disinterested, he waved his hand, and then said.

"A qualified Supreme Mage must master at least more than 3,000 spells, and even have to learn including but not limited to soul science, occultism, demonology, heraldry and all kinds of magic circles. Do you really feel that you have Are you confident enough to hold on?"

"Yes."

Batman only said two words, his tone was also very flat. He didn't speak at length, and he didn't show his resolve with a fiery attitude. The mage laughed again.

"Fine, you're determined. But determination isn't enough, your talent...is only average. But you're rational, which is your strength. Remember that, Bruce."

"A mage cannot lose his cool at any time. A mage who loses his senses is no different from a dead person."

Batman nodded silently.

"Very well, now, go and rest."

Unmoved, Batman stood there: "But I can go on."

"I don't think you can go on, look at yourself, unkempt. Don't you think I didn't see the little thing you did to dope yourself? Don't take other people for fools, never. Now, go to rest. Tomorrow at five o'clock I'll wait for you here."

He didn't insist any longer and limped out of the backyard.

He Shenyan turned around and looked at his other apprentice. His attitude is much gentler - don't get me wrong, it's not that men and women are treated differently. It's just because Ruiwen doesn't need to be a Supreme Mage.

"How is the enchantment spell that was handed to you last week?"

Ruiwen stretched out her hand, and her hand lit up with red fluorescence.