Point of View: Master Wong
Strange, who was once a novice disciple learning the Mystic Arts before developing himself with tremendous leaps until now becoming the Sorcerer Supreme, the leader of the New York Sanctum, who teaches all disciples the art of developing the physical body alongside the spiritual body. . .
Has become a fighter who can knock over a tank with bare hands!
When dimensional invasions occur, Strange often sends his disciples to test their own abilities to see how much they've progressed by opening the Mirror Dimension, creating a small battlefield, and pulling suitable enemies in for them to spar with inside.
Even I, who am nearly second only to the master of the New York Sanctum, still have to. . . show off the strength of my muscles against an alien over 5 meters tall, with arms the size of a normal Earthling each, wielding a giant axe on a chain that, at first glance, looks like some weirdly designed ship anchor!
The moment Strange chose an opponent and kicked me forward to face it, I immediately shifted the battleground into the Mirror Dimension and cast the modified Shield of Seraphim, turning it into a mystic armor that wrapped my whole body. Not only was it a good defense, but it also served as an enhancer for fists and feet.
Fwooooshhhhhh
Its weapon was thrown to open the fight. I didn't take it lightly. Armament Haki dyed my muscles black like ancient Chinese ink before I threw my right fist to clash against its flying anchor.
Claaangggggggggggggggggggggg
The Vishanti's mystic armor coating my darkened fist clashed with the alien's chained axe, echoing a deafening metallic crash that would've ruptured a normal person's eardrums instantly. Yet the Vishanti's magic not only protected me from the impact between my small arm and its multi-ton weapon but also shielded me from the sound, light, and air beyond the barrier.
Fwooommmm
" Heh. . . Aliens sure are dangerous." Just as the chained axe rebounded for a split second, a colorless smoke burst out. A normal person wouldn't have heard it — their ears still ringing — nor seen the gas leaking from tiny holes between each chain link, which up close looked like black metal shaped like scaly hands clasped together.
I didn't know whether the gas released was just ventilation, heat discharge, or poison, but to be safe, the Vishanti armor was thickened, sealing off outside air, while drawing the Wind of Watoomb from another dimension to purify and create fresh air for me to breathe — clean of PM2.5, PM10, containing 22% oxygen, 77% nitrogen, and 1% other gases.
The whole process took only one second. Counting from the moment Strange opened the Mirror Dimension arena for this fight, only about 2–3 seconds had passed!
Fwip!
Swish swish swish
The chained axe retracted to its wielder 10 meters away. It tensed its lower body until its feet sank into the mirrored street of Bleecker Street, anchoring itself to swing the axe around like a cowboy twirling a lasso. I focused with my physical eyes, observing how its muscles, bones, and joints moved to predict its next attack.
The mystic eye, the Wind Eye of Watoomb, opened, revealing air currents shifting within a 10-meter radius around the weapon's swings, releasing that colorless gas continuously — spreading wider each time until now it covered 100 square meters.
Even my trained Observation Haki couldn't sense its next move. It just kept spinning its weapon, building up a gas field. I held my stance at a distance, unwilling to recklessly close in, wary that it might have set a trap.
If I approached, maybe it would ignite the gas, causing an explosion without worrying about collateral damage thanks to heat-resistant alien armor.
Or maybe I was standing at the eye of a storm, and the moment I got closer, it would launch me into the air and chain attacks without pause.
Or perhaps that gas was toxic — one whiff and a normal human would collapse instantly.
If it were the last one, then this giant musclehead was actually smarter than it looked — using poison as a tactical field weapon, taking out enemies over a wide area with terrifying precision!
" Ho. . . The Wind of Morrak. Haven't felt that in a long time." The voice of the Lord of Winds, Watoomb, spoke in my mind, explaining before I could even ask what that was.
" It's from a cruel planet. Its wind is acidic, colorless, odorless. A normal human would be stripped to the bone in just one minute of exposure. That creature compressed the wind of that world into chains forged from the Hands of the Sky Serpent of planet Karako, one of the dominions under. . ."
" Under me! Me, Valthorr!!" Before Watoomb could finish, Valthorr, Lord of Serpent Sorcery — whose poisonous arts and summoning spells I hadn't yet made a pact to learn — interrupted furiously, his thunderous voice nearly shattering my psychic focus linking the two Lords of Ancient Magic.
'Strange must have a mind of steel to talk with four or five Lords of Magic at once without fainting,' I thought in awe, amazed yet slightly terrified by the superhuman fortitude of the current Sorcerer Supreme, before focusing on Valthorr's booming command.
" Destroy Blackdwarf, one of the invaders of Karako, and free the souls of the 196 Sky Serpents bound within those chains! Do that, and I shall grant you two spells of Valthorr's Serpent Sorcery!!"
" The enemy's name is Blackdwarf, huh. . . Got it, I'll take him down." Though I didn't know what the two spells were, I already intended to defeat him — no way I'd let him unleash that acid wind to melt and destroy the human world.
'I really must thank Strange for setting this fight inside the Mirror Dimension — it keeps the corrosive wind from harming people or the real environment,' I thought, watching the chain-wielding alien glance around. Aside from the street ground punctured under its massive feet, the buildings around were untouched by its deadly wind.
" Wrong world to play in. Alright. . . Let's do this!" Armament Haki coated both fists. The Wind of Watoomb gathered at my feet. I flexed my muscles, launched forward with the Soul technique.
'Every attack, even a punch, should have a name — it fuels the fighting spirit.' Strange's voice echoed in my mind. It was one of the few things he said that always made me think, "What the heck?" since yelling your move's name just gives it away. I had chosen to forget it — but right now, for some reason, it popped back up. I couldn't help but smirk and shout with confidence.
" Wong Wong... Double Kong Gun! "