In the face of Michael's intrusion, there was absolutely no hint of "welcome" in the expression on Master Mordo's expression. He stared straight at Michael and said in a disgusted tone, "What are you still doing here?" ”

Although Mage Mordo is also a well-qualified mage, he is a conformist fellow. He couldn't bear to break the routine and challenge the laws of nature, even if it was his mentor. And very unfortunately, when Michael and he were still in the same school, he was a guy who often liked to take the wrong side of the sword and take the unusual path. In Mordo's words, Michael was a man without faith and without reverence, and he often warned Michael that if he continued to play tricks on the rules, he would be retaliated against by the rules sooner or later.

Michael, on the other hand, certainly doesn't have much affection for this rigid mage with only one tendon in his head. Mordo's brain had only a simple straight path, and his mind and all his rules of conduct followed it, like a speeding car on the highway, and he liked to force everyone else to follow his rules.

What made Mordo even more annoyed was that even the Supreme Mage seemed to turn a blind eye to some of Michael's "out-of-line" actions (in Mordo's opinion). Michael often used to alter spells in ways he couldn't understand, trying to replace the regular spell-casting process with a bunch of high-tech gadgets that he thought were "demonic ways". There were even times or two when he noticed that Michael had distorted some of the otherwise upright white magic spells, and the magic circle he had constructed had revealed an evil aura that he hated. He went to complain to the Supreme Mage, but the Ancient One didn't show any concern about it, so he had to do it.

Mordo had long vaguely felt that Gu Yi always deliberately favored Michael, but he had always been quiet to Gu Yi and never dared to be a little stubborn about her meaning. But now that his faith has collapsed, and he finds that the image of the teacher he admired the most is far from being as perfect as he imagined, his past anger and dissatisfaction have come back, and the more he thinks about it, the more angry he feels.

"I'm here because of this mess of yours." Michael walked over to the two and stopped, "The temple has fallen, darkness has fallen, and someone has to come out to solve the problem." ”

Mordo glared at him coldly: "Since when did you care about this?" I remember you saying that you weren't interested in the duty of protecting the world. You're an emotionless guy, a cold-blooded animal. Why, when the world is destroyed, you suddenly care? ”

"I'm here to help because my mentor asked me." Michael looked at him disapprehantly, "Although I have many differences with her, she is still my mentor and I still respect her very much." That's why I'm here for the Ancient One, and I have nothing to do with you. If you refuse to cooperate, then you yourself remember where the exit is. No one is forcing you to continue fighting for the Temple, and you're not as indispensable in this battle as you think, Mage Mordo. ”

"Uh...... Actually, I think the power of Mage Mordo may be quite important......" Strange interjected.

Mordo stepped forward and stood face to face with Michael. He made a cold move, and the five fingers of his right hand rested on Michael's right shoulder.

It may seem like a simple grab, but it's actually a pretty powerful grappling hand in mage fighting. Mordo's action concealed several back hands, as long as the person he caught wanted to make any move, he could immediately use the corresponding back hand to subdue the opponent on the spot.

Michael glanced at him, "Do you want to fight?" ”

"I swore to defend the temple with my life...... All of us have sworn by it, except you. Mordo said in a deep voice, "So if there's anyone who should get out of here, it's you." ”

Michael didn't answer, but his body moved suddenly. His right shoulder, which was being pressed, sank, and his right hand came out from below, catching the flaw in his movements at the moment when Mordo's second half of the move was made, and his arm pierced through the crook of his arm, and his five fingers rested on Mordo's shoulder. As soon as he spat out the strength of his fingertips, the strength of Mordo's entire arm suddenly leaked like a punctured balloon, and he couldn't use any strength.

It's exactly the same move as Mordo, except that Michael only takes the second half of this set of moves and combines it with the first half of another grappling technique. Although Mordo is a fast learner, all the spells and fighting moves he has learned are all one-size-fits-all, and every move strictly follows the rules and regulations, and he doesn't know how to be flexible at all, so he will never be able to skillfully turn two moves into one move like Michael just did.

Mordo let out a low roar, swung his arm and slammed the hand he was on his shoulder, followed by a punch that slammed him in the face. Michael's right palm unsucked his punch and hit him with an elbow, and when his chest knocked him staggered back, the force penetrated into his chest and shook him for a while.

"I don't want to fight you, Mordo." Michael straightened his shirt, "But if you insist, I'm happy to teach the Ancient One a lesson to your uncivilized head." ”

Mo Du flew forward, roared violently, and slammed into his fist. Although Mordo is simple in thinking and straightforward, he is willing to bear hardships and stand hard work, and he is more diligent in practice than anyone else, plus his own understanding is not bad, and he also practices decently, which can be regarded as a high-end combat power among Kama Taj mages.

Michael stood still, he only met Mordo twice, and his efforts had already suppressed Mordo. Mordo gritted his teeth and tried his best to carry out what he had learned all his life, and his spell skills were used to the fullest, but he was never able to break through the suppression. He felt that all his punches and kicks were like hitting an invisible copper wall, and the pressure was fed back like a mountain of seas, and no matter how hard he moved, he couldn't break through.

With a flick of his left hand, Michael swept Mordo's astonishing punch away and hit the left into the air. As soon as his right palm was connected, he caught a punch from Mordo head-on. followed him with a flick leg, and kicked him head-on when Mordo's fist was dissolved and the empty door was wide open, kicking him backwards.

Michael didn't chase either, standing still and putting his hands back in his trench coat pockets.

"You've never beaten me before, Mordo." He said lightly, "And after all this time, I haven't even seen the slightest improvement from you." ”

Mordo's expression changed in anger. He leapt to his feet, his hands sealed, sparks flying in his hands, and he forged a spell club. He put on a posture and was about to charge, but Michael had no intention of dodging or forging a weapon to resist, and only stood calmly in place.

In the end, it was Stephen Strange who stood in the way of Mordo.

"Enough!"

"Get out of the way, Strange!" Mordo shouted, "This is between me and him!" ”

"Sober up, Mordo. Dormammu is on the verge of destroying the world, and he's here to help! Strange pressed his shoulder and shouted, "You said you would fight to the death to defend the Temple, and now you can't tolerate even a little personal vendetta?" ”

Mordo stopped. His expression changed several times in a row, and finally he lowered his arm, and the spell stick in his hand turned into a spark and gradually dissipated.