Mirror Dimension.
Baron Mordo froze for a moment—he couldn't take it anymore.
What in the world was this supposed to be?!
Why could Karl learn magic of this level in a single second?!
Was this even human?!
Baron Mordo finally pulled his hand back.
The hand behind him had nearly twisted a chunk of flesh off his waist.
"How did you do it?"
Baron Mordo took a deep breath and asked.
"Do what, exactly?"
"Is learning this spell really that hard?"
Karl asked, baffled.
Baron Mordo: ??
Aldrich: ??
Hard?
Aldrich, watching from the side, was on the verge of tears.
Listen!
Listen to that!
Are those words a human being should be saying?!
He'd studied magic for decades, and he still hadn't learned it!
And this is "not hard"?!
This difficulty was absurdly high, okay?!
Aldrich wanted nothing more than to beat this show-off to death.
Baron Mordo wasn't much better.
This brat could really put on a performance.
What was even more infuriating was that the kid actually had the qualifications to show off.
Baron Mordo finally understood why Aldrich felt he couldn't teach this kid.
Because if this kept going, Baron Mordo felt like he might get drained dry too.
A faint tremor rose in Baron Mordo's heart.
But in the end, he steadied his emotions.
"Good. Very good."
"You really are a genius."
"However, when you're learning something for the first time, your progress is fastest."
"Stabilize it first, and see whether you can further enhance the spell's power."
Baron Mordo spoke again.
"I'll try, Mordo-sensei."
Karl replied.
Karl carefully immersed himself in it.
Sure enough, within this magic there were many things he didn't understand—yet they rapidly became his own.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the host has gained new understanding of divine-aspect magic—Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. God-tier talent has triggered a critical strike.]
[Your Crimson Bands of Cyttorak has mutated.]
The system's prompt sounded again.
Karl felt countless profound, wondrous things pour into his mind.
His understanding of magical energy and structure deepened even further.
And as for how to communicate with Cyttorak and borrow even more power—he now had more ideas as well.
"Mordo-sensei, what you said really was correct."
"After carefully comprehending it, I truly gained a deeper understanding of the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak."
Karl spoke excitedly.
Now it was Baron Mordo's turn to be dumbfounded.
That fast?
You gained a new understanding that fast?
I was just saying it for form's sake—why are you doing it for real?!
Baron Mordo drew in a deep breath.
"If that's the case, demonstrate it."
"Please instruct me, Mordo-sensei."
Karl said respectfully.
The next instant—
Spiritual power surged continuously within his body.
Crimson runes directly surfaced, flowing into Karl's hands like running water.
In the next moment—
Two crimson ribbons appeared in his hands.
These ribbons were now half a meter thick—more like two broad cloth-walls than mere bands.
They were covered in dense runes, looking intensely mysterious.
And more than that—
All of a sudden—
A massive rift tore open in the sky.
Crimson energy poured out like a flood, injecting straight into Karl's magic.
In an instant,
the aura of the Crimson Bands Karl unleashed became overwhelmingly powerful.
Baron Mordo stared at the scene, eyes widening drastically.
"T-this can't be real?!"
"Divine power infusion? In my lifetime, I can actually witness this?!"
"Is this kid Cyttorak's own son or something?!"
Baron Mordo murmured.
What he was seeing was challenging his understanding.
If everyone else was "borrowing" Cyttorak's power…
Then with Karl, it looked like he was straight-up robbing Cyttorak.
This was divine power infusion.
A permanent boost to the power of Karl's spell.
In Kamar-Taj's historical records, this had only happened two or three times.
Every person who could cause such a phenomenon was a legendary Master Sorcerer.
They had spent who knew how many years drilling down into a particular spell, pushing it to the absolute extreme—
only then would those dimensional demons descend such tremendous power.
But Karl?
How long had it even been?!
He contemplated for a few seconds and pushed the spell to the extreme?!
What kind of nonsense was that?!
Was there no fairness left at all?!
Baron Mordo had originally believed everyone had limits.
But Karl taught him a different truth:
Some people simply cannot be compared to ordinary people.
They don't even have something like "limits."
Baron Mordo rubbed his forehead—Karl was exactly that kind of freak.
Baron Mordo took a deep breath and said,
"Karl, this is divine power infusion. It should be able to increase your spell's might."
"Come at me. Let me see what level your Crimson Bands of Cyttorak has reached."
Karl was also very curious.
How far had his spell reached?
Besides, this was a binding spell—hardly any direct lethality.
"Forgive my offense."
Karl bowed respectfully.
With a flick of his spiritual power,
those two cloth-like crimson magic ribbons shot toward Baron Mordo and wrapped him up.
In just a few seconds,
Baron Mordo was bound tight—so tightly he looked like a worm, able only to squirm on the ground…
"Mordo-sensei, are you alright?"
Karl asked.
"I'm fine."
"It's just that your spell…"
Baron Mordo didn't even know how to describe it.
He didn't know what divine power infusion looked like for others.
But this kid's infusion effect was absurdly overpowered!
Baron Mordo felt this spell was practically unbeatable!
The original Crimson Bands of Cyttorak only restrained a person's movement.
But now—
Karl's spell didn't just bind.
Baron Mordo could feel that he couldn't even use his own magic anymore!
And more than that—
His body felt like it had been wrung out—completely empty, with no strength at all.
All the power in his body had actually been sealed by Karl's crimson bands!
This was way too outrageous!
A binding spell could be this strong?!
A stormy sea of shock surged in Baron Mordo's heart, and for a moment he even forgot to struggle.
"Mordo-sensei? Mordo-sensei, how are you?"
Karl snapped his fingers, and the crimson magic vanished.
He helped Baron Mordo back up.
At this moment,
Baron Mordo's expression as he looked at Karl became extremely strange.
"You brat… you really do keep surprising people."
"This spell's power is extraordinary."
Baron Mordo squeezed out those words after a long pause.
Ordinary?
How could it be ordinary?!
He was a Master Sorcerer.
Yet once he was caught by those crimson bands, he couldn't use his own power at all!
Which meant—
If Karl landed that spell in real combat,
one spell could cripple a Master Sorcerer's fighting power, leaving them to be butchered at will!
How terrifyingly absurd was that?!
A Master Sorcerer—decades of cultivation—ruined by a single spell.
This was insane!
Karl, this kid…
He wasn't human.
Baron Mordo howled in despair inside his heart.
(End of Chapter)
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