Chapter 316 - 313 Sorcerer Supre Superman, The Tenth tal (I)
Compared with the second match, which took only 20 minutes to end, the outco of the third match was even more surprising.
The audience outside the venue only saw the live broadcast screen suddenly blackout, as if the cara was blown with a slap, leaving only the piercing scrambled noise.
When the picture was restored, the winner was announced.
It was Stephen Strange, who was plain and unpopular from the beginning.
Then, the match was over.
The rest of the combatants were transported back to the real world.
It all happened so suddenly that people were caught off guard.
Just like the match that only lasted for 20 minutes, the two sides just exchanged defense towers, and the base directly exploded before they started a formal battle.
Not to ntion the audience; even the contestants were stupefied.
This unexpected developnt seed to turn the Sorcerer Supre Battle into a farce.
In particular, the gambling addicts who betted on the popular contestants were betting on Blackheart and Magik.
A few people were also optimistic about the unpopular Loki and Doctor Voodoo.
Unexpectedly, the final winner was Strange, the dark horse.
It was foreseeable that after the Sorcerer Supre Battle ca to an end…
Many people would be thrown into the arena in Sakaar by the Grandmaster to sell themselves and pay off their debts.
After all, in any universe, there was a hierarchy in the gambling community.
Compared with retail investors, the Grandmaster was a banker and always in an invincible position.
As for Rocket, who betted on Strange in all three gas, his eyes narrowed with laughter.
The furry little body was shaking like a sieve; he almost felt like jumping on the bar and dancing on the pole.
Although it was a different universe, the common currency of the galaxy was the sa.
When he returned to his Marvel Universe, he would be a real millionaire.
'At that ti, that bastard Quill has to call "Captain" respectfully.'
Thinking of that, Rocket was too lazy to talk to a group of failed gambling addicts. They were just a group of poor guys who were about to drown.
"Tonight, all drinks are on … Nah, let Thor pay the bill."
It originally wanted to act like a rich guy, but considering that the credit points he won hadn't arrived yet, the heavy responsibility of paying the bill was left to Thor.
"Thanks to Superman, not only can I buy a new ship, but now I can also buy an uninhabited planet for retirent."
Compared to Rocket Raccoon's wonderful mood, the custors of the Bar With No Doors were cursing…
"I haven't seen phisto's killer move yet!"
"There's definitely sothing shady behind this! Backstage dealings!"
"It was gone before the fight was over!"
"Is there a post-match replay?"
"…"
The anger of the audience was beyond words.
Superman versus the Lord of Hell. That was the greatest battle of the century. Not seeing it was simply a loss!
"Really… an unexpected result."
Old Master Hamir laughed.
No matter what the popcorn-eating people were saying, Kamar Taj turned a deaf ear.
They didn't need to explain anything to anyone, nor did they want to explain anything.
"I won?"
Strange, whose brain was in a daze, finally ca to his senses.
He was going to face the Vishanti. If he got the approval of the three ancient gods…
Then, taking over the position of Sorcerer Supre was a foregone conclusion.
"Who are you, anyway?"
Back in Kamar Taj, Strange turned his head and looked at his contractor, his eyes full of curiosity.
An ordinary high-ranking mage could actually force the Lord of Hell phisto to back down and give in. What kind of terrifying power was this?
The true identity of Superman was by no ans simple!
"I'm just a passing traveler, don't take it to heart."
Luke replied modestly but pretentiously.
If he hadn't completed the task of collecting the Infinity Stones on Earth-199999 and got the [Devastator] card, he might not have been able to cope with the Hellfire from phisto so calmly.
That Lord of Hell, who was also a dinsional demon, wasn't inferior to an Allfather.
The reason why he chose to hand over the Contract of San Venganza was more out of the idea of stopping his losses.
If he kept fighting, his ho would have really been destroyed.
"Passing traveler … I don't believe it."
Strange was even more curious and then began to make sothing up in his mind.
For example, the mysterious master who was active in the future, a certain player in the space-type equipage…
And so on…
"Both of you, the Sorcerer Supre has a request."
Master Hamir greeted them and led the final winner, Strange.
He was originally more optimistic about Mordo, and before the start of the match, he made a special effort to cultivate him.
Unexpectedly, Mordo was too fragile, couldn't withstand it, and was nurtured to death.
"Here we are. You guys can go in."
It was still the sa wooden building with its door opening on its own.
The Ancient One, pale as if he was recovering from a serious illness, was leaning on the bed.
Luke quietly praised his superb acting.
"You did a good job, Strange."
The Sorcerer Supre praised the person he already picked while smiling at Superman with satisfaction.
The latter returned the smile and helped Strange win the battle for supremacy, which wasn't easy but not very difficult either.
The main reason was that the Ancient One killed phisto's human reincarnation, who wanted to make trouble outside the arena and hadn't given the old devil any room to play.
Otherwise, with the character of the Lord of Hell, it was possible that so kind of storm might have happened.
Facing a legendary master, the Allfather Superman, the Prince of Hell was basically a crushing situation where a rare card character ca down and beat a common silver card character.
Nothing to brag about!
"I didn't get to this point by firm perseverance and fearless courage …"
Strange was very self-aware and bowed his head in sha.
He just got lucky and summoned a contractor like Superman.
The latter could no longer be described as a purple card or gold card but was a super rare exclusive card!
"Everyone needs ti and space for growth. Strange, you don't have to be depressed. In the future, you will shine brilliantly and shoulder heavy responsibilities."
The Ancient One praised and gave confidence to the other.
"It's ti to et the Vishanti and get their approval."
The old man with white hair pointed with his wand.
On the right side of the bronze round caldron, a bright light burst out.
That was the famous caldron of Kamar Taj, the Cauldron of the Cosmos.
The Ancient One would use it for deep ditation, experiencing the mystery of the universe, and acquiring more knowledge.
When necessary, he could also contact the Trinity of Vishanti with it, who were rarely seen.
The strong light, like a white horse, shot out of it.
The two people, who won the battle for supremacy and had passed the test three tis, were suddenly enveloped.
Their souls then left their bodies and flew upward into the atmosphere.
The blue planet kept shrinking, like a little light on a dark curtain.
A gentle force dragged them to another dinsion.
"Stephen Strange."
A pleasant female voice called Strange. He opened his eyes and saw three pure white figures.
That was the Vishanti!
The supre spirit in white magic.
Where Kamar Taj's faith lies.
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