Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 341: Chapter 341



"Strange lost."

"I expected as much. No surprise there; he couldn't possibly beat Senior Brother Mordo."

"He'd need at least a few more months of studying magic just to hold his ground against Mordo."

As they whispered among themselves, Mordo looked down at Strange, who had fallen to the ground, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Alright, that's enough for today. We'll pick this up next time..."

Seeing that Strange seemed fine, Mordo allowed himself a relieved smile and prepared to end the duel.

However, before he could finish his sentence, Strange's voice interrupted, leaving Mordo- and the observing apprentices-stunned.

"No, on the contrary, this fight is far from over. It's only just begun!"

With that, Strange rose to his feet again, assuming a stance to cast magic.

Seeing this, both the apprentices and Mordo couldn't help but facepalm internally.

"Strange, do you always have to be so stubborn?"

"You need to learn when to back down..."

Mordo began circling Strange, applying pressure while preparing to teach him a lesson.

Strange, however, was fully aware that he wasn't a match for Mordo right now. But he had his reasons for continuing-he had a plan.

Feeling the lingering divine power within himself, Strange's heart steadied.

This remaining energy... It should be enough for one or two spells, right?

Recalling the magic that Kaecilius had once demonstrated, Strange felt a surge of

anticipation. He prepared to cast a spell he'd only ever read about, one he wasn't even sure he could execute.

"Is this divine power really that miraculous?"

With a mix of doubt and determination, Strange gave it a try.

The next moment, as Mordo watched, ready for Strange's move, his expression shifted to one of astonishment.

The observing apprentices were equally dumbfounded.

Strange moved his hands in a circular motion, and multiple arms appeared around him.

In an instant, he resembled the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara.

As he struck his final pose, numerous duplicates of Stephen Strange materialized across the training ground.

Form of Ikonn!

A high-level spell beyond the reach of most magicians, it created clones that could cast magic themselves.

Powered by divine energy, these clones, which would normally be illusory, seemed almost tangible.

Seeing this, both the apprentices and Mordo were left utterly speechless.

How was this possible?

How could Strange, who had been learning magic for less than ten days, pull off such an advanced spell?

Even Kaecilius, a former prodigy, couldn't manage this spell, let alone Mordo.

And yet, the Form of Ikonn Strange had cast seemed different from what the Ancient One had demonstrated in the past.

While they grappled with their disbelief, Strange made his move.

The thirty or so clones performed the same gestures simultaneously.

Orange magical energy whips materialized, crackling in the air.

The sound of whips slicing through the air filled the training ground as dozens of them flew toward Mordo.

Mordo instinctively tried to dodge, but the sheer number of whips overwhelmed him. The entire area was covered in the orange tendrils, leaving no room for escape.

In the blink of an eye, Mordo was ensnared, the whips binding him tightly and rendering him immobile.

"Mordo, you've lost," Strange said with a smile.

The training ground fell silent.

The apprentices, watching from a distance, broke into incredulous murmurs.

"Mordo lost? How is that possible?!"

"How did he do that?"

"He's only been learning magic for a few days. How could he defeat Senior Brother Mordo?"

Their first reaction was disbelief. It seemed impossible that Strange, a newcomer to magic,

could defeat Mordo.

How did he do it?!

As they reeled from the shock, Mordo, equally stunned, asked, "How did you cast the Form of Ikonn?"

"When did you become this strong?"

The Stephen Strange lying defeated moments ago seemed like a completely different person now, leaving Mordo incredulous.

Strange hesitated, his expression shifting uneasily.

Seeing this, Mordo's doubts deepened. He recalled the energy emanating from Strange-

eerily similar to Kaecilius's aura. A horrifying thought struck him.

"You... Strange, have you pledged yourself to an unknown dimensional deity?"

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After a moment of hesitation, Strange nodded.

Mordo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why?"

"You know how much the Ancient One and I value you, yet you chose to align with a

dimensional deity?"

Disappointment clouded Mordo's gaze.

Strange showed little remorse as he replied, "For power..."

After a pause, he added, "I pledged my faith to the deity just one day ago, and now I have the strength to defeat you."

Though they had suspected as much, Mordo and the apprentices were nonetheless stunned by

his words.

Not just by Strange's choice, but by the sheer power of the deity he had aligned with.

One day?

In just one day, Stephen Strange had gained enough power to defeat Mordo?

Mordo frowned, his concern evident. "Do you realize the price you'll have to pay?"

"Dimensional deities don't grant power freely..."

Before Mordo could finish, Strange interrupted, "No, there is no price. I only need to offer my

faith, and the deity grants me divine power."

"Nothing else is required."

The apprentices and Mordo were left dumbfounded.

Faith alone, and such immense power was granted?

It seemed too good to be true.

How could such a thing exist?!

(End of Chapter)

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