However, as everyone knew, powerful skills or magic always had side effects, or some other negative impact.
Continuing with astral projection—oh, in technical terms, soul projection—when the Ancient One performed soul projection, her body became relatively fragile. Ordinary physical attacks could kill her.
Also, if the Ancient One's body died while she was in the state of soul projection, that would be truly speechless, because her soul would remain outside. Like a ghost, it would float around, living without a fixed place…
In addition to the representative magic of astral projection, the Ancient One also possessed an extremely powerful mental ability, which was similar to Blaine's mind control. When used, the Ancient One could communicate with more than ten targets at the same time.
Of course, it could also function like mind control, reading other people's thoughts or implanting and modifying certain memories.
However, what was even more powerful than Blaine's mind control was that the Ancient One's telepathic ability was not affected by distance. Basically, the entire Earth was within the scope of her ability.
When the first ray of morning sunlight shone through the bookshelf and onto the book Blaine was holding, Blaine knew that dawn had arrived.
After reading through the night, Blaine closed the book. Then he jumped down from the top of the bookshelf. Because he had read carefully, he had already worked his way up from the bottom to the top floor, and the upper shelves were relatively high. For convenience, Blaine had flown to the top and stopped in midair to read.
"Ah…"
Outside, Blaine stretched himself. The sunlight shone on the face beneath his hood, and as he smelled the unique fragrance of green grass in the mountains, Blaine suddenly felt refreshed. The exhaustion of the night was swept away.
Although Blaine was a Bounty Hunter, Bounty Hunters were not just cold-blooded animals who only knew how to fight and kill, hiding in the dark every day. Bounty Hunters also needed life, spring, and blood.
Because during the process of reading, Blaine had not only relaxed his body and stimulated the soul pendant, but had also continuously used his regeneration ability.
Therefore, Blaine's body was now better than ever. His skin was white and flawless, like that of a newborn baby. It was hard to imagine that such skin could withstand ten punches from the Hulk.
Not only his physical body, but also Blaine's spiritual power had returned to its fullest state overnight under the dual restoration of meditation and the soul pendant.
Now, Blaine was not tired or exhausted despite having stayed awake all night. Instead, he was a little excited, full of strength as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Blaine even wanted to release it, such as by finding someone to fight.
Outside the library of the Ancient One's Kamar-Taj School of Magic was the square where many apprentices practiced magic. Although it was early in the morning, there were already many hardworking students training.
Originally, Blaine planned to go find the Ancient One, drink a cup of tea, and cultivate his temperament. In any case, during this period of time, he was trying to figure out magic, so Blaine simply decided to live here directly. Drinking tea and reading books could not only cultivate his temperament, but also calm Blaine's restless heart, allowing him to cope with what would happen next.
Just as Blaine had opened his legs and had not even taken two steps, a magical doorway suddenly opened in front of him. It was the Ancient One's portal, the kind of golden, circular magic gate that these sorcerers often used to travel through space, allowing them to go anywhere on Earth they wished.
Before Blaine could react, there was a plop, and a person was lying on the ground in front of him. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he were shaking like a sieve.
Seeing this scene, Blaine was overjoyed for a moment. He thought he had met a sorcerer who knew Bounty Hunters, and that upon seeing Blaine, he had not only given such a grand salute, but had also been so frightened that he was shivering.
However, when Blaine looked carefully and saw who this person was, he was dumbfounded. Because this person was Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange.
If Blaine guessed correctly, Stephen Strange had been thrown onto Mount Everest by that old woman, the Ancient One, to stimulate his potential.
Seeing that Stephen Strange was safe and sound, had developed might and magic, and had run back, not only did the Ancient One suddenly appear in the square, but even the Black sorcerer, Wong, and the students who had still been practicing just now all surrounded him.
Now, Blaine could not ignore it even if he wanted to. Stephen Strange really was lucky. His life had failed, but he could become the darling of heaven in another world. As the Ancient One's most promising student, Stephen Strange also made everyone take a second look.
Because Blaine did not get close—well, it could also be said that Blaine did not want to be like them, so he withdrew—he did not know exactly what they said. But Blaine picked out the important parts and remembered them. It seemed that in order to test how well Stephen Strange had practiced, the Black sorcerer wanted to spar with him.
Naturally, Blaine was not interested in such a battle, so he went straight to the hall and poured himself a cup of tea. While drinking, he summarized and recalled the magic books he had read last night.
Occasional applause came from outside the hall. It seemed that Stephen Strange and the Black sorcerer had already started fighting.
Blaine did not know how much time had passed, but when he turned his head to look outside, the Black sorcerer's "strong man locks man" directly locked Stephen Strange's throat, leaving him unable to move. The battle could be considered over.
Blaine shook his head. Watching their hand-to-hand combat was truly not as interesting as watching ants fight. It was too low-level and too weak. Blaine was afraid he could slap them into meat pies with a single palm. What was worth seeing in such a fight? Was there any skill to learn?
However, wasn't this the Academy of Magic? Weren't they sorcerers? Why had they suddenly started engaging in hand-to-hand combat?
The fighting stopped, and the square outside returned to normal again. It was probably free practice time now, and everyone seemed to be practicing their own magic.
Just in time, in order to verify the idea he had had last night, Blaine observed these small spells, these elementary-level magics, slowly analyzing them to see whether he could use them to launch some powerful magic.
"Do you know what this is?"
"This is a magical weapon."
"Magical implements can help us gain stronger combat power."
"Some magic is too powerful to handle."
"So, we inject it into an object."
"Everyone has their own magical weapon."
"I believe your magical weapon will automatically find you soon."
Holding a teacup, Blaine simply watched these students practice magic in their flashy manner.
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