Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

Several golden weapons in Jackie Chan's eyes quickly expanded.

"Ah! What bad luck!"

He supported the ground with his uninjured hand, and turned sideways on the ground. With a move of "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves", a snowflake was swept away, and a whole circle of mages were knocked to the ground.

"Sorry, this might hurt."

Jackie Chan stood up with a somersault, and with the long stick in his hand he tapped a man who was trying to stand up. Then he jumped up with the stick and kicked Casillas.

Casillas was drawing the portal with one hand and throwing out a long golden thorn with the other.

Jackie Chan condensed another long stick in the air, pointed it at the ground, and abruptly changed its direction. It fell to the ground, brushing against the golden thorns. Several mages had surrounded him again.

Before Jackie Chan could get up, two golden spears had already stabbed at him. Jackie Chan rolled over and over to avoid the continuous stabbings of the spears.

"Casillas, your people are really useless. Hurry up and build a portal. They can't hold on any longer..." The hoarse voice of the Holy Lord sounded at an inopportune time.

At this time, Jackie Chan had stood up and fought again, gradually pulling the battle towards Casillas.

"Okay, Holy Lord, if your energy wasn't so huge, I wouldn't have spent so much time building the portal."

He was in mixed emotions. As a dragon-shaped stone sculpture, the Holy Lord still possessed such enormous energy, which represented the Holy Lord's great strength. Only in this way was it possible for him to resurrect his wife and children.

However, because the Holy Lord's energy is too enormous, he has not yet built the portal.

"Hurry, hurry! We don't know when Ancient One will come back, we must hurry now!" Casillas became increasingly anxious. He didn't expect that after dodging Ancient One, deceiving the King, and avoiding Mordo, he was actually entangled by this kid.

As the magic power in Mordo's body continued to drain away, a huge golden portal was formed, gradually stabilizing from twisting!

"Done!" Casillas was delighted.

At this moment, a noise mixed with the sound of breaking air rang out.

"Lord Casillas!"

"tutor!"

Casillas turned around and shouted: "What are you doing——"

His words got stuck in his throat halfway through. At this moment, a golden arrow that was constantly expanding was reflected in Casillas' eyes. He felt a chill on his back and subconsciously dodged.

"brush--"

Without the magic power maintained by Casillas, the golden portal collapsed instantly and disappeared suddenly.

Casillas, who dodged the arrow, had a frozen look in his eyes, and then they turned red, with anger about to burst out of his eyes. He looked at Jackie Chan with his red eyes, and saw that in Jackie Chan's hand, a long stick was holding off the siege of the mages.

But the mages had nothing in their hands.

"I will kill you!" Casillas flew towards Jackie Chan, with golden light shining brightly in his hands.

The attack arrives before the troops arrive.

A group of golden flying needles and golden long spikes shot towards Jackie Chan.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Casillas' eyes were full of coldness. This bastard had come to disrupt his actions time and time again. It seemed that he had to get rid of him first and then leave with the Holy Lord. He had underestimated this damn big-nosed man. He didn't expect that he could hold him back for such a long time. He also overestimated his apprentices. A group of mages who had studied magic for many years, fought against a guy who had just studied magic for a few months, but they failed to take him down.

"Get out of the way!" Mordo was ready to deal with Jackie Chan himself.

The mages retreated respectfully, their eyes focused eagerly on their mentor, as if the person who had just killed his companion was not the man in front of them.

Jackie Chan danced with the long stick in his hand with great force, blocking all the flying needles.

"Huh——" Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a golden glow flashing on Casillas' body, rushing towards him with an unstoppable momentum.

"laugh--"

The flesh and cloth were torn apart, and Jackie Chan's shoulder immediately became covered in scarlet blood.

"So fast!" His heart tightened, and he flipped the long stick in his hand, facing Casillas in a defensive posture.

But as the golden light flashed by, his eyes blurred, and Casillas's cold and sinister smile rang in his ears, with a bone-chilling chill: "You will die miserably!"

"laugh!"

"Swish--swoosh--"

In the arena-like venue, Jackie Chan was like a living target, being toyed with, tortured and played with by Casillas.

Every time Jackie Chan counterattacked, Casillas easily broke through, and Casillas easily resolved every move.

His wizard robe had almost become a fishing net and was still oozing blood, but Casillas did not even have a single wound except for the thorns in his hands that were stained with his blood.

"Game over!" A low, hoarse voice sounded in his ear, and then Jackie Chan felt a sense of death that was almost tangible, attaching to his back.

"puff!"

A stream of blood spurted out of Jackie Chan's lower abdomen instantly, and then he felt a chill in his lower abdomen accompanied by excruciating pain spreading throughout his body. At this moment, all the pain in his body was suppressed by the severe pain in his lower abdomen.

Jackie Chan was shocked. It was so fast! So fast that his body couldn't react!

The mages around watching their mentor slaughter Jackie Chan were full of admiration. This was the great power of the mentor, which was completely different from the ants on the ground! The apprentice mages couldn't even keep up with their mentor's speed. They could only see a shadow passing by, and Jackie Chan would have a new wound on his body. This cunning guy had no choice but to die in front of his mentor!

Jackie Chan only felt that his eyes were dark, his feet were weak, his steps were unsteady, and Casillas' sharp thorn was piercing his chest.

The faces of the surrounding mage apprentices showed an abnormal blush, and Casillas also had a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Swish!" A portal opened up under Jackie Chan's feet and he fell into it. Casillas' attack missed and he subconsciously looked towards the portal, but he actually saw his own back in it!

Turning his head, he saw a portal in the air. Jackie Chan and Mordo were landing through it. Then, a group of Kamar-Taj mages wearing wizard robes jumped in from the top of the arena.

"Casillas! I didn't expect you to be so cruel to your fellow wizard?" Mordo looked at the man in front of him who he led into the magic gate.

Casillas secretly thought that things were not good. He was so pissed off by Jackie Chan that he did not kill him immediately. Instead, he gave the other party a chance to stop him.

"Modo, let me take the Holy Lord away. I just want to achieve my goal and don't want to be your enemy." Casillas blurted out.

"No way! Leave the Lord behind. This is the will of the Supreme Sorcerer!" Mordo refused without hesitation. "Everyone, leave the Lord behind! And Casillas!"

"Well, you forced me to do this! You take the Holy Lord away! Build the portal immediately, and I will hold them back!"

"Teacher!" Brand's eyes turned red.

"Brand, take them away! Don't make me say it again!" Casillas roared.

"Let's go!" Brand waved his hand, and a golden portal rotated. The fingers of several mages behind him rotated together.

"Stop them!"

"Don't even think about it!" Casillas shouted, and the arena-like space rotated again. A wall made of frozen soil and ice and snow rose from the ground, blocking the two groups of people.

"Mordo, don't waste your energy. The Holy Lord's energy is too huge. Our magic will be seriously affected. And my spatial attainments are higher than yours! You can't stop this wall!"

Mordo secretly cast a spell and found that it was true. He immediately drew out a snow-silver short blade and rushed towards Casillas. This was Mordo's unique weapon. He did not use magic power to condense weapons like other mages.

"Zheng!"

Mordo and Casillas were fighting with their weapons, both using 90% of their strength, but neither of them could do anything to the other. Mordo had no time to stop the wall that was rising from the ground, and the mages were also blocked outside the wall by Casillas' followers. They saw that the wall made of ice and frozen soil was about to isolate the space.

"Humph, you can't stop me this time!"

"Yes, Mr. Mordo can't do it, but I can!" A red shadow drilled into another space from the last gap. It was Jackie Chan!

Mordo became anxious, because behind the wall were all followers of Casillas. If anything happened to this student taught by the Supreme Sorcerer himself, how would he explain to the Ancient One?

Casillas was furious. Jackie Chan might stop their transfer behind the wall. If it was delayed any further, it would be terrible if Ancient One came back. Not only would all their previous efforts be wasted, but they might also die here!

Both of them were so angry that they used all their strength.

Mordo held a sharp dagger in his hand and fought with Casillas. The swords flashed, the silver blades and the golden spikes danced in the air. The snowflakes in the snowy arena were forced back by the sharp momentum of the two.

None of the wizards around dared to approach them.

Behind the wall, the mage in charge of blocking felt relieved when he saw that the wall had been formed. But the next moment, he felt a pain in his forehead and then he felt dizzy.

Jackie Chan threw the golden... frying pan in his hand and knocked down a wizard on the spot.

"For Mentor Casillas, stop him!" Brand increased the transmission of mana, and the golden portal was gradually taking shape.

Jackie Chan was whipping a man's face with the golden mop in his hand. He suddenly turned around and brushed past the long knife. He smashed the mage's head with a golden brick in his hand. He immediately leaned back and almost collapsed to dodge the blade. But the next moment, Jackie Chan, who was about to do a somersault, suddenly felt dizzy and his movement stopped in mid-air.

"Not good, too much blood loss..."

Two blows from the club hit his back, sending him flying. Just as he stood up, several weapons were already on his neck.

"If you move, you will die!" Brand's malicious voice came, which made Jackie Chan dare not act rashly. He was still young and did not want to die.

"Lord Brand, we killed him..."

"No! Leave him to Lord Casillas and let Lord Casillas kill this clown who ruined his plan with his own hands!" Brand did not stop the output of magic power in his hands.

The dragon-shaped stone statue of the Holy Lord stood aside, staring at Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan seemed to be able to sense the red light in those eyes that was filled with mockery and pleasure.

"Increase the power of magic transmission! After we complete the portal, Master Casillas can leave on his own. With Master's strength, these people will not be able to catch him!"

Jackie Chan looked at the huge portals that were gradually forming a row. He moved involuntarily, and the pain of the cut on his neck immediately brought him back to reality.

The two people around him looked even more unfriendly, as if they were going to chop off Jackie Chan's head on the spot.

Jackie Chan swallowed and cold sweat broke out on his head.

He remembered what Master Ancient One had taught him: "The portal must transmit energy stably and continuously. You must stabilize it, otherwise the portal may break at any time..."

Jackie Chan recalled the training in which Ancient One made him stand on one leg on a gourd floating in a pond in order to learn how to "transmit energy stably."

Falling into a pool of water in the Himalayas and standing up again, wow... that temperature...

"Stable! Yes! It's stable!" A hint of joy flashed in Jackie Chan's eyes, but it quickly subsided. He had to be sure before doing it!

"Since you insist on taking the Holy Lord away, then I will bury the Holy Lord here forever." Jackie Chan glanced at the Holy Lord, but found that the Holy Lord's eyes seemed to be looking at him!

"Oh no, Jackie Chan is going to ruin my plan again!" The Holy Lord was also shocked at this time. If he had not been observing Jackie Chan, he would not have been able to discover the other party's problem at all.

"Take Jackie Chan away, he's going to cause trouble!" said the dragon-shaped stone sculpture next to Brand.

Brand stared at Jackie Chan, who had a weapon on his neck: "Don't exaggerate, Holy Lord..."

"Your portal will be ready soon. Soon...very...soon...it will be done! Bring the Lord in!"

Two mages carried the stone sculpture of a coiled dragon and stepped into the portal. Brand's hands were shaking as he tried his best to maintain the stability of the portal. At this moment.

"Ahh!" screams rang out, and the two mages fell to their knees, covering their crotches with their hands.

"Swoosh!" Brand turned his head and looked behind him. It was Jackie Chan who was kicking towards him.

"Bang!" Brand was kicked away, and his wizard robe was torn to pieces, with the threads in disarray.

The portal collapsed without its support, and the entire portal disintegrated and disappeared. Half of the Holy Lord's body was inside and half was outside, directly cut into two parts!

"I will be back--" The Holy Lord's voice stopped abruptly.

Mordo and Casillas' faces changed at the same time. They could feel that a huge amount of energy in this space had disappeared, and the owner of that energy was the Holy Lord!

"No!" Casillas turned pale.

The whole person looked like a madman, forcing Mordo to retreat. He raised his hand and waved it, and the wall disappeared immediately, revealing the situation behind the wall.

The half of the dragon-shaped stone sculpture that was left had lost its energy, leaving only a little residue.

Casillas swung his finger in a half circle, and a golden portal appeared. The entire space turned into a huge hourglass, and at the bottom of the hourglass was the portal. Jackie Chan was about to fall into the portal, but a golden light flashed by his side, and a dark hand stretched out from it and grabbed him...

Casillas stared at everyone present with a resentful look...

And in the soul realm that no one can see, a transparent evil dragon is howling towards the sky...