The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"Are you ready, Thorild?" Gerlin smiled slightly, with the tip of his sword pointing slightly to the ground, revealing a hint of relaxation.

Torild did not answer, but just tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand. The tension on his face showed that he was not affected by his master's relaxed attitude. He knew that this duel was not only a test of skills, but also a test of his own beliefs.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Gerling said patiently, with a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes, "Believe in your abilities. No matter what the result is today, it is an opportunity for growth."

"I know." Thorild whispered, taking a deep breath, and the uneasiness in his heart seemed to subside a little. "But I hope to really defeat you and prove that I am strong enough."

"It's good to have this spirit. Come on, try your swordsmanship." Gerlin's tone became serious, his body leaned forward slightly, and the sword light flashed dazzlingly in the sun.

Thorild slowly raised the stick, feeling the slight sweat on his palms, but he had to focus all his attention on Gerlin. He knew that at this moment, he had to demonstrate all the skills he had learned.

With a clear sword sound, Gerlin took the lead in attacking, his movements were as fast as lightning, and the cross sword drew an elegant arc. Torild reacted quickly and quickly raised the wooden stick to block, and the weapons of both sides collided violently, making a deafening sound.

"Not bad, the speed is decent, but you have to pay attention to your center of gravity." Gerlin took the opportunity to retreat, with a glimmer of approval in his eyes. He did not underestimate the strength of this apprentice.

Thorild did not relax, and mobilized all his strength to counterattack Gerlin. He swung the stick and pressed against Gerlin's side, but Gerlin dodged it lightly and then stabbed out tentatively with the tip of his sword.

"Hurry, turn your body and use the force!" Gerlin shouted, hoping to teach the other party some valuable experience in the battle.

Thorild followed the instructions, turned around quickly, and fought back using the power of the wooden stick. At the same time, he silently recited his master's daily teachings in his heart, "fast, accurate, and ruthless", trying to apply these principles in this battle.

The two men crossed each other, and the sound of swords and wooden sticks clashing came one after another, and the scene became more and more tense and intense. Thorild kept trying to attack from different angles, and each time he increased his momentum.

"Very good, getting better and better." Gerlin praised, his eyes twitching slightly. He knew very well that his apprentice was growing rapidly. "But next time you have to be more aggressive, you have to make your opponent feel threatened by you."

Thorild silently recited Gerlin's words in his heart and moved quickly, trying to take the initiative in the battle. He understood that the encouragement and challenge from his master were actually driving him to become stronger.

"Come on, force me!" Gerlin laughed, not hiding his expectations at all, with a passion for fighting flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Thorild turned around and launched a full-force attack towards Gerlin's right side. The wooden stick hit Gerlin's sword with unstoppable force, causing him to turn slightly sideways and strike back, quickly adjusting his posture and trying to react quickly.

"Good job, keep going!" Gerlin's tone was full of encouragement, which made Thorild fight more and more courageously. He turned his faith into strength and continued to rush forward, his offensive like a rainbow.

Time passed quickly amidst the fierce collision, and both sides showed their skills and potential in the battle. As an experienced warrior, Gerlin naturally had enough advantages, but Thorild was not to be outdone, and almost every attack was to tap his potential.

"It seems like you really want to win." Gerlin was shocked by Torild's momentum, and his tone was filled with relief. "But don't forget to save some strength and never push yourself to the limit."

Thorild tried to calm down, and the anxiety in his heart was gradually replaced by this encouragement. He understood that although he was his master, Gerlin was undoubtedly his strongest opponent at the moment. He needed to adjust not only his movements, but also his mentality.

"I will do it." Thorild nodded firmly, trying to steady his breathing, concentrating again, and calmly examining everything in front of him.

Seeing this, Gerlin smiled slightly, and with a flash of his sword, he took the initiative to attack. His sword passed like a meteor, and went straight to Thorild's heart. Thorild remained calm and welcomed the challenge. The wooden stick in his hand seemed to turn into a stream of water, flexibly blocking the attack.

The two were once again caught in a back-and-forth battle. Every clash was a challenge between the right hand and the left hand, in addition to skills, there was also a contest of wills.

"Smart choice. It's important for you to stay calm." Equipped with experience, Gerlin observed Torild's reaction in the ever-changing offensive, and his appreciation for this apprentice grew in his heart.

"Gerlin, I will do my best to win!" Torild panted, but was unwilling to retreat. The flame of hope finally ignited in his heart. The pleasure of fighting made him forget his fatigue.

"Just be confident, keep moving forward, don't be afraid!" Gelling's voice was filled with guidance and concern. During the confrontation, the two sides seemed to have established a deeper understanding and tacit understanding.

A round of sword light pierced the air, breaking the tranquility of the wilderness, and echoed with the vibration of the air. At this moment, Gerlin and Torild both felt a sublimation in their hearts - the fighting spirit and faith of each other blended, and they sincerely took a step towards each other's expectations.