Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

A satisfying slap shattered Kaecilius's melee mage fighting style.

Lying in a sea of ​​books, Casillas felt dizzy and half of his face was tingling and almost numb.

Intense pain kept assaulting my brain.

But he remained expressionless, and quickly recovered, the bright red mark on his forehead emitting a faint glow.

Dark and evil forces surged within his body, repairing his nearly necrotic head.

"Such power."

Even with his cold and aloof personality, the sight of death still instilled in him a slight fear of Matthew, and he was equally shocked.

That was simply inhuman strength.

In fact, if it weren't for his allegiance to the darkness and the great Dark Lord granting him power, he would probably have had to go and meet his master just now.

Casillas realized that something was wrong with Matthew.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know much about Matthew. Now he realized that Matthew must have something special to be valued by the Ancient One, and it wasn't just that he had outstanding talent.

Can we win?

Casillas made a quick decision: he couldn't win, so he had to run.

From recovering from the injury to thinking and making a decision, it took less than a second.

Casillas moved his right hand, and sparks instantly appeared around the floor where he was lying, extending to form a ring large enough to accommodate two people—that was a portal.

Just when he thought he could escape using teleportation magic, he was shocked to find that the teleportation magic had failed.

The ring of sparks that had been swirling around the object suddenly collapsed.

There is some kind of magical force interfering with space.

Casillas's face darkened, and then he heard Matthew's voice: "I told you, you can only live if you beat me."

"It's too late to run now."

Casillas suddenly stood up, and the countless books pressing down on him were blown away by the power manipulated by the secret technique.

A surge of magical power continuously overflowed from his body, surrounded by dark purple energy. Combined with his gloomy face, he appeared extremely terrifying, and a surging pressure swept through and filled the entire Mirror World Library.

"Your so-called loyalty is worthless in the eyes of the light, child."

Casillas said in a slightly hoarse and low voice.

However, Matthew thought he was just putting on an act.

"Perhaps our understanding of light is not quite the same."

Matthew raised his right hand upwards, and a dazzling golden orb appeared in his palm, radiating a brilliant halo that dispelled the darkness swept in by Casillas.

The entire library, which had been shrouded in shadow, suddenly became bright and colorful.

Does Matthew have loyalty?

Of course there are, but Kaecilius believed that he was loyal to the Ancient One, the white magic god Vishanti, and the light faction.

But Matthew knew that he was only loyal to himself.

Or rather, it is only when others offer him loyalty, and no one can reap Matthew's loyalty, that this pure and soaring ambition allows his Conqueror's Haki to grow stronger day by day.

A person's domineering aura and conviction determine the upper limit of their power.

Matthew previously confirmed that there was no limit to domineering aura because of his own ambition and overly high aspirations.

From the perspective of his current level of strength, it seems somewhat laughable that someone who hasn't even reached the level of the Earth's surface has already set his sights on the vast universe, and even on those great gods who only exist in legends.

However, ambition and belief are like this: setting a very high goal and charging towards it is the most powerful fuel on the road to growth.

Kaecilius was willing to turn to the darkness and Dormammu, turning himself into a slave and puppet.

He suffered from a lack of vision, and of course, his stubbornness.

He believed he had seen through the essence of the world, the Ancient One, and the light, but he was the one who was truly blinded, blinded by his own prejudice and limited perspective.

This kind of person has already gone down a dead end. Matthew is too lazy to talk to him about those grand principles, nor does he intend to try to correct him.

This person was merely a touchstone for him to test how far he had come on the path of magic.

"Your time is running out. Your master can't hold off the Ancient One for long. So, your best option now is to use all your knowledge to defeat me."

"Your haughty attitude makes me want to vomit, you arrogant bastard."

After being provoked by Matthew's series of provocations, Casillas finally broke down, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Knowing he had no way out, Casillas erupted.

He raised his hands high, quickly made hand seals in front of his chest, and pushed his palms out to both sides.

Rumble!

The world spun around, and the entire library began to fold and deform. The wooden structure of the bookshelf, countless books, the floor, the ceiling, the wooden ladder, and so on were all manipulated and deformed, instantly turning the already small library into a terrifying rotating meat grinder.

The parchment scrolls were altered; the fluttering pages eventually formed chains that rolled back toward Matthew.

Gear molds connected these parchment chains, with torque exceeding the world's heaviest. Once the chains entangle Matthew, a terrifying force awaits him, enough to easily tear a train apart.

Casillas believed that even Matthew, with his powerful physique, would be torn apart.

Not only that, but those chains were also wrapped with arcane runes, glowing with a golden aura, which would render Matthew unable to use any magic and turn him into a lamb to the slaughter.

The most talented sorcerer in Kamar-Taj has reached the pinnacle of his arcane magic.

Matthew's eyes lit up.

This is the true style of mages in battle; melee mages are just too ugly.

With those tiny arms and legs, to someone with his physique, reflexes, and nerves that far surpass those of ordinary people, it was no different from a shamanistic ritual.

Faced with the chains of parchment raining down from all directions, and the swirling, disorienting space around him constantly shrinking his range of movement.

Matthew's solution was simple.

With his hands crossed, a circular red magic circle appeared on his wrists, covered with mysterious runes.

boom!!

Suddenly, a raging, powerful wind appeared out of nowhere and began to rage. The strong wind transformed into a storm that swept across the land, and the surging air currents tore the parchment chains apart and shredded them out of thin air.

Matthew, positioned in the eye of the storm, is like a storm god, summoning storms to block the constantly pressing floor and walls around him and push them outwards.

Those twisting gears were also destroyed in the storm.

Caught off guard, Casillas was thrown into the air by the storm's gusts of wind, slamming against the floor and walls in the confined space, quickly becoming covered in wounds.

Fortunately, Casillas reacted quickly, rapidly using magic to stabilize his body, pinning himself to the floor, and summoning magical shields to protect himself.

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I had insomnia last night, so I'm done updating!!