The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"I don't care about that." Gerling took a deep breath and tried to appear calm. "I think the real victory is not just on the court."

"Tsk, are you trying to comfort yourself?" Ah Cao said jokingly, "This is a final witnessed by millions of people!"

The flickering lights shone on them, and Gerling's eyes dimmed slightly. Maybe in the eyes of others, his choice seemed stupid, but he knew that what he pursued was not the short-term honor, but to be able to silently support his brother's growth. On the road to climbing to the top, the real strong is not afraid of being surpassed, but the mentality of being able to put aside the self and make progress together.

"Do you remember when we first joined the team?" Ah Cao suddenly said seriously, "You were my opponent back then, and you didn't even want to lose in a training session."

"Of course I remember." Gerlin raised a smile, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "At that time, you always tried your best to defeat me. I think you worked harder than me."

"Haha, that's because I'm inspired by you!" Ah Cao blinked, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "After all, you are my role model."

At this moment, Meilin came over, the trophy shining brightly. When she saw Gerlin, the smile on her face became brighter: "Gerlin, you played a wonderful game just now!"

"Thank you, senior brother." Gerlin looked at him with a smile, but his heart sank slightly. Thinking of the scene where he deliberately let the opponent win, he felt mixed emotions.

"I know you did this for me. In fact, I can also feel that you didn't try your best." Meilin is a smart person, and there is a hint of exploration and understanding in her eyes.

"I just feel like if this game can make me stronger, then I'm happy with it." Gerling tried to look relaxed.

"But you know that the championship is not something that can be won by one person alone." Meilin said seriously, "You are equally good. Don't underestimate your own strength."

"I understand." Gerling restrained his smile, his eyes showing determination. "I will work hard to improve myself. This is not the result of a single competition, but a long-term race for our future."

"This is the Gerlin I know!" Meilin's eyes flashed with admiration, "Then let's work hard together. I don't want to beat you easily in the next game."

Ah Cao on the side deliberately interrupted: "This is a good opportunity to make a bet. I bet you will fight again!"

Gerlin raised his brows slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then we must fight well when the time comes."

"Without a doubt!" Meilin nodded, her expression firm and confident. "Let's really enjoy this competition in the next game!"

Several people sat together and talked about future games. Laughter and discussion echoed in this already lively venue. In their hearts, what was burning was not only the desire for victory, but also the appreciation for each other and the expectation for the future.

Time flies, and life goes on after the competition, but this experience is always engraved in Gelling's heart. He knows that his senior's success is not two opposing roles, but can complement each other. As a result, he attaches more importance to training, begins to adjust his daily schedule, and devotes himself more rigorously to the next preparation.

"Gerlin, let's increase the intensity of today's training." After the coach gave the order, Gerlin made up his mind secretly.

"I understand!" He answered in a sonorous and powerful voice, full of fighting spirit. Meilin's confident face flashed through his mind. He silently told himself that if he kept working hard and pursuing excellence, he would be able to walk side by side with his senior brother again in the future.

As the training progressed, Gerling found that his physical fitness and skills were constantly improving. However, some pressure and expectations from his peers came into his eyes and instantly became his motivation to move forward. He could always see Meilin on the training ground. The two were both competitors and achieved each other on this difficult road.

One morning, the sun shone on the training ground. Gerling and Ah Cao arrived almost at the same time. They greeted each other and started warming up. As time went by, the fire in Gerling's heart burned more and more.

"What is the goal today?" Acao asked with a hint of relief in his voice.

"I want to do more practical training." Gerlin's eyes were firm, and he waved his fist. "I will try to compete with my brother again."

"Good job! I believe you can do it!" Acao couldn't help but encourage, and then the two of them began to get into the state.

After several weeks of hard training, Gellin gradually returned to his normal state and his footwork became more flexible. He often sparred with Acao, and each time he was inspired to fight again. In this process, Gellin's way of thinking and self-regulation ability also gradually improved and became more mature.

Finally, they welcomed a new competition. A sense of oppression permeated the arena, and the eager anticipation of the audience made every player feel a heavy sense of mission. Gerling recalled his original intention, silently reciting the words of his senior brother in his heart, which gave him endless motivation.

At the beginning of the game, Gerling's mentality became more and more stable. He kept adjusting his strategy in the confrontation with his opponent. He tried to make every attack and every defense perfect. Although he was still accompanied by his senior brother, he was determined not to let his opponent down today. He was like a gust of wind on the court, constantly breaking through and suppressing his opponent, swinging his fists and looking for opportunities.

In the final round, Gerling and his opponent fought fiercely, and the collision of fists symbolized their efforts and dedication. At this moment, he glanced at Meilin who was sitting not far away. The senior brother's eyes were firm and full of trust, which made him feel unprecedented encouragement.

"I can't lose!" Gelling gritted his teeth, concentrated his mind, and put all his strength into the final blow. His fist struck down like lightning, precise and powerful. At this moment, he felt the long-lost strength in himself, as if all his efforts and persistence were realized at this moment.

Lulu... The game was over, the referee raised the white flag, and the joy in Gerlin's heart rose. He heard the cheers of the audience around him, but only Meilin's smile was reflected in his heart.