The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"Torield, what are you thinking about?" Angel came over, her voice soft but with a hint of anxiety. She had always been with Torild and knew the difficulty of his plan.

"Angel, I want to use witchcraft to slow down Gerlin's speed." Torilde answered, his eyes still fixed on Gerlin's figure. "But he is too fast. It is almost impossible to cast a spell successfully."

Angel frowned, "Do you want me to help you? I can distract him and create some distractions."

"That might make him more alert." Thorild shook his head and thought of a bolder plan. "Why don't we try another method? Can we take advantage of his arrogance?"

Angel's eyes sparkled with inspiration, "Oh, you mean to make him feel invincible so that he can let down his guard?"

"That's right." Thorild smiled. "I will show him some powerful magic and make him think he can't shake me. Then he will be ashamed to use his full strength."

Angel smiled playfully, "I like this idea! But do we really want to do this? If he reacts..."

"That depends on the effectiveness of my magic." Thorild said confidently, "Now, we have to find the right time."

The two quietly observed Gelling's training. He was fighting with another soldier, and his flexible movements and extraordinary speed made the people around him marvel.

"Look, he won again." Angel pointed at Gerlin, his voice full of admiration.

"The more complacent he is, the easier it is to be fooled." Thorild whispered, with a sinister smile on his face. At this moment, he kept thinking about the details of the spell in his mind, ready to take advantage of the young warrior's arrogance.

A few days later, the right time finally came. The "witchcraft show" carefully planned by Thorild and Angel was about to begin. They chose a sunny afternoon. On the training ground, Gerling was showing off his agile figure. Even a few children in the audience stopped and listened to the sound of his fighting.

"Listen, Angel, go find Gerlin." Torild said to his friend beside him, with a hint of nervousness in his tone. "Tell him I want to spar with him."

"I don't know if he will accept it." Angel hesitated.

"His pride will not allow him to refuse such a challenge," Thorild urged.

Angel nodded, quickly walked to Gerlin's side, and said softly: "Gerlin, Torild wants to spar with you!"

Gerlin stopped his training, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Torild? Is he finally willing to take action? I have long wanted to see his strength!"

"He's a wizard, it's not that easy to fight him." Angel was a little worried.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Gerlin was full of confidence, with a contemptuous smile on his face, "But no matter what the result of this competition is, I will win!"

"Of course, I wish you good luck." Angel stepped aside with a wry smile, secretly worrying about Torild.

Soon, Thorild and Gerlin stood in the middle of the training ground. The people watching around them began to cheer, and the atmosphere became extremely enthusiastic.

"Look at this young warrior!" Thorild broke the silence with a loud voice, "He is one of the best masters here. I am honored to fight him today!"

"Honored? I am the one who should feel honored!" Gerlin smiled coldly, "You are just a wizard, do you think I am afraid of you?"

"Your courage is commendable." Thorild nodded slightly, but he was secretly happy in his heart, knowing how conceited Gerlin was. "Then please show your strength to the fullest, I will do my best!"

As the words fell, Gerlin was full of fighting spirit and rushed towards Thorild at lightning speed. Thorild's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly calmed down and began to use his ancient spell, secretly gathering magic power.

"Watch this!" Gerlin swung a straight punch, but at this moment, Thorild seemed to have caught his movement. His lips moved slightly, and a mysterious light flashed in the air.

"Slowing spell!" Torid thought to himself, and flicked his finger, throwing it in the direction of Gerlin. There seemed to be a subtle fluctuation in the air, and Gerlin's movements were suddenly restrained, and his body became heavy, as if he was walking on muddy ground.

"What?" Gerlin was stunned, staring at his fist in disbelief. He felt the air suddenly become thick, and he was powerless to do anything.

"It seems that you are not that fast anymore." Torild pulled up a smile at the corner of his mouth, feeling secretly proud in his heart.

The audience let out a low murmur of amazement. Gerlin stumbled a step, realizing that he was being controlled. He became even more angry: "What the hell are you doing? This is not your true strength!"

"No, I just want to give you a little surprise." Thorild pretended to be relaxed and continued to cast his magic, trying to slow down Gerlin further.

Gellin roared, squeezed out a little strength, and suddenly tried to fight back. But at this moment, he was completely unable to exert his usual commendable speed, and the punch that he didn't have time to dodge was almost no threat.

"You are too confident." There was a hint of indifference in Thorild's voice. "Look, even I didn't take it seriously."

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar. The battle they loved to watch seemed to have become bizarre and monotonous. Angel was also worried about Garlin, worried about his pride, and wondering if Torilde was too proud.

"Why don't you fight back quickly?" Thorild increased the power of the spell, and Gerlin's movements became slower and slower, as if he was entangled in an invisible net. The crowd's laughter gradually increased, and anger and shame appeared on Gerlin's face.

"I won't lose!" He roared through gnashing teeth, feeling restless in his heart, secretly encouraging himself, "I will never be defeated by a wizard!"

Feeling the power of anger, Gerlin suddenly gathered all his strength and tried to break free from this strange bondage. With a strong fighting spirit in his heart, he gritted his teeth and tried to take a step forward.