Master Khamir Dal faced Zhao Yu's fierce assault.
Gone was his earlier calm; his expression had turned grave.
He snatched up his shield.
"Clang!"
The harsh clash of metal rang out inside the Mirror Dimension.
Zhao Yu skidded back several paces.
After all, Master Khamir Dal was a veteran Sorcerer, while Zhao Yu had trained for only a day.
Naturally, Zhao Yu's physique could not match Master Khamir Dal's.
Yet it was only a momentary advantage.
Zhao Yu lunged forward again without hesitation.
Master Khamir Dal's power did not overwhelm him.
Although aged and losing some strength, Master Khamir Dal was fighting at full force just to push Zhao Yu back.
Zhao Yu pressed the attack, slashing rapidly with his Magic-forged blade.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!"
Each strike rang through the Mirror Dimension like a storm of metal.
Under Zhao Yu's relentless onslaught, Master Khamir Dal could only defend.
"Clang!"
"Your Kamar-Taj Martial Arts advanced through sparring with Master Khamir Dal."
"Your Kamar-Taj Martial Arts proficiency has increased."
"You felt exhilarated sparring with Master Khamir Dal."
"Your bodily strength and defenses have improved."
Zhao Yu felt his body flush with heat and his mind sharpening with excitement.
His strikes grew even more powerful.
Master Khamir Dal's defenses grew strained; he began to pant.
Zhao Yu fought on, growing ever more exhilarated.
He knew it was not just the Magic—it was also the surge of adrenaline in his system.
Adrenaline constricts blood vessels, boosts muscle power, and accelerates metabolism.
Many fighters experience a blank mind in combat because constricted cerebral blood flow deprives the brain of oxygen—but Zhao Yu felt only positive effects.
Combined with the Multiverse energy coursing through him, Zhao Yu became extraordinarily strong and seemingly tireless.
His mind switched off deliberation; his body took over, delivering more powerful techniques.
Master Khamir Dal's defense grew desperate; shock crossed his face.
"How is this possible?"
"How can an apprentice who just began training possess such fighting power?"
Amid Zhao Yu's storm of attacks, Master Khamir Dal felt as helpless as a flimsy boat on a tempestuous sea—utterly overwhelmed.
He realized something crucial: using only apprentice-level Magic, he could not defeat Zhao Yu.
If Grand Sorcerer Wang knew Master Khamir Dal's thoughts, he would surely smile.
Not even a veteran Grand Sorcerer could have bested Zhao Yu without resorting to tricks.
"Zhao Yu, you fight very well."
"Your Martial Arts are impressively practiced."
"But you must continue training."
From Master Khamir Dal's Magic Shield, two golden chains suddenly extended.
Zhao Yu was caught off guard and bound tightly.
In an instant, Zhao Yu lost the ability to continue fighting.
"Master Khamir Dal is truly formidable!"
Zhao Yu lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
He had never expected to see such sophisticated application of Magic chains—yet again, the old master proved his worth.
Master Khamir Dal's expression, however, was conflicted.
He knew he had not won; he had been beaten.
He had deployed his most advanced technique, one honed over decades, yet it was the only way he could avoid defeat.
Being forced into this corner by an apprentice left him with no pride.
Watching Zhao Yu, Master Khamir Dal felt his own age catching up with him.
The future belonged to the young.
He smiled wryly.
"I'm not that great."
"If I were, I wouldn't have been driven to use that trick."
"Zhao Yu, your progress is astonishing."
"Master Khamir Dal, please—any praise is undeserved. I still have much to learn from you," Zhao Yu replied respectfully.
Master Khamir Dal shook his head with a smile.
"Only a humble, diligent student like you can become strong."
In truth, Zhao Yu's talent was so exceptional that only another Supreme Sorcerer might have applied such apprentice-level power to press Master Khamir Dal so hard.
He recalled his own training under a Supreme Sorcerer—unceasing attacks from overwhelming power that left him no room to breathe or counter.
Master Khamir Dal believed that if Zhao Yu continued to grow like this, he would soon reach Supreme Sorcerer caliber.
He sensed a change coming: Kamar-Taj was about to be transformed.
In centuries past, no apprentice had matched the talent of a Supreme Sorcerer.
Now, Zhao Yu had appeared—and he might even surpass them all.
Master Khamir Dal's expression held awe, thrill, and disbelief.
His prior composure had vanished.
"It seems sending you to study under Wang was the right choice."
"Your Martial Arts training will soon be complete."
"When the Grand Sorcerer returns, you will only need to pass his trial to stand as my equal."
In Kamar-Taj, formal rank among Sorcerers mattered little.
Once you became a full Sorcerer, you earned respect.
Even a Supreme Sorcerer never looked down on another.
If Zhao Yu passed the Supreme Sorcerer's trial, he would not only become Master Khamir Dal's peer but also the youngest trainee in all of Kamar-Taj.
"Master Khamir Dal, you will always be my teacher," Zhao Yu said with deep respect.
As a traditional Magician, Master Khamir Dal valued the Confucian respect for one's teacher.
"Haha—you remembering me is praise enough."
"I know I will be proud of having you as my student."
"Come, let us return."
Master Khamir Dal's spirits were high.
For an educator, what could be more gratifying than an outstanding pupil?
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