The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Gerlin's breathing became a little quicker in the cold air, and the snow under his feet made a slight "crunching" sound with every step he took. Although the obstacle of ice and snow still existed, his speed was still faster than Thorild's. In the last confrontation, he narrowly defeated the opponent with this speed. However, the situation this time was not simple.

"Gerlin!" Torild's voice broke the silence. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his cheeks were slightly red because of the cold wind. "Your speed is still good, but I won't let you succeed easily this time!"

A scornful smile appeared on Gerlin's lips. He tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand and responded, "Torield, you underestimate me. I am well prepared. Don't think you can defeat me in this ice and snow."

Thorild snorted coldly, exerted force on his feet, and used the sliding snow surface to rush towards Gerling in an instant. His movements were like lightning, and his speed was amazing. However, Gerling caught his movement at a glance and dodged lightly. The two quickly distanced themselves, and the atmosphere became more tense as the speed increased.

"Not bad!" Gerlin said with a hint of praise, "It seems that you are making progress. However, this is far from enough!"

Thorild stopped quickly, turned around and threw a hard punch, which cut through the air, bringing a gust of cold wind. He grinned and said, "You want me to give up? You are too naive. Take it!"

The conflict between the two was like a continuous thunder and lightning, exchanging high-intensity attacks and defenses. Gerlin sometimes strengthened his attacks, sometimes evaded nimbly, and used his agility to deal with every attack from Thorild.

"How come you've become stronger?" Torild asked after a series of fights, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Haha, it's just a secret." Gerling laughed provocatively, with a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. He knew that speed alone could not win the race, and stronger willpower and judgment were needed.

Thorild raised his hand, signaling to stop. "We should take a break. Let me see if you have any secrets."

Snowflakes slowly floated down from the sky, and the entire battlefield seemed to be covered in white. Both of them were panting. Although they were reluctant to admit it, they knew that this battle was not won by speed alone. The cold surrounding them was more like a test, testing their perseverance and wisdom.

"You have your plans, and I have mine." Thorild sat down, staring ahead, as if thinking about something.

"I think we can have a temporary ceasefire." Gerling's eyes gradually softened, and the tense atmosphere just now eased a lot.

"Oh? Why?" Thorild was skeptical, but still remained alert.

"Because we need to know the true strength of our opponent. No one can necessarily win in this state." Gerling sat down and said he would stop attacking. "We can share some training methods with each other."

Thorild was stunned and hesitated. After this fight, he knew how powerful Gerlin was, and he also knew that if he continued to fight, his physical strength would definitely become insufficient.

"Okay." Finally, he nodded and agreed, "But you have to be careful not to try to deceive me in any way."

"How could I?" Gerlin smiled slightly, relaxing some of his tense nerves, and thought to himself. Although the two had different personalities, they were able to understand each other in battle.

"You will never know what I am thinking." Thorild said softly, with a cunning look on his face, "However, if we can cooperate in this ice and snow, perhaps we can create greater meaning."

"Cooperation? I don't want to train with you." Gerling raised his head, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "But I can consider exploring the secrets of this ice and snow with you."

Toriel rebuked his stubborn attitude, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded. In his heart, he actually hoped to gain more in this cold environment.

"Let's continue practicing. We can take advantage of the characteristics of this area and help each other." Thorild stood up and prepared to continue training.

"Okay, you go first." Gerlin said with a smile, and stood still again, quietly waiting for Torild's challenge.

Torilde rushed out like a cheetah, attacking Gerlin's relaxed state. This time, Gerlin quickly adjusted his state and responded flexibly, hoping for his reaction speed.

"Speed ​​is good, but what's more important is wisdom and the ability to judge the situation." Gerling analyzed as he dodged.

"I agree, your reaction is good." Feeling the pressure, Torild began to think about how to break through Gerlin's defense.

An invisible contest unfolded between the two, their movements became more and more fluent, sometimes fighting to the point of being in a state, and then changing in an instant in the cold wind. This small training ground constantly switched battle modes, quickly reaching a tense state.

"Slow down, don't overexert yourself." Gerling reminded him, and he felt that this cooperation might bring them unexpected gains. By constantly observing the opponent's offense and defense, he gradually became better able to detect Torild's weaknesses.

"I won't stop!" Torild panted, the sweat on his forehead gradually condensed into ice as the temperature rose. "Keep going!"

"This is your biggest weakness." Gerling knew that although Torid's persistence was commendable, it also meant that he was too focused and lost his opportunity.

After adjusting his breathing, Gerling decided to attack. He moved quickly, approached Thorild like lightning, and then pushed him hard. Thorild was caught off guard, lost his balance, fell backwards, and fell heavily on the snow.