The most powerful wizard in the magic world

His steps were interrupted by a low whisper, and the students around him cast curious eyes at him, obviously discussing the "blood fight". This activity had never appeared in their apprenticeship career and was full of mystery and danger.

"Have you heard, Gerlin? The rules of the blood fight are very simple and rely entirely on personal strength." Fabian next to him whispered as he walked, with a look of nervousness and excitement on his face.

"I know, but this feels weird. Why does our academy have to duel with other academies?" Gerlin felt a little uneasy in his heart, and the biting chill brought by the word "bloody battle" flashed through his mind.

"Perhaps it is to improve our own strength, or to declare the status of our apprentices in the academy." Fabian clenched his fists tightly, obviously very excited about this challenge.

At this moment, their senior Carl came over and said solemnly: "Gerlin, are you ready to face the challenge? This is not a game. Every participant must go all out."

"Of course I will do my best." Gerling's voice was firm, but his heart was in turmoil. They came to the vast training ground, and the air was filled with tension. Apprentices from other academies had already surrounded the ground, and the pulsating feeling of life almost overwhelmed the entire training ground.

"Listen, Gerling." Carl's eyes were fixed on him. "No matter who your opponent is, don't show mercy. You have to remember that everyone here is fighting for their honor."

"I will, Carl." Gerling couldn't help but breathe, clenched his fists, and felt the energy surging in his body.

At this moment, the host stepped onto the stage, wearing a gorgeous robe, looked around, and gave a brief opening speech. Every word he said ignited the passion of the apprentices like a flame.

"Welcome everyone to the bloody battle! Today, we will witness a duel that cannot be missed. Every apprentice will show their strength here. Please remember that only by showing courage and determination can you win victory and glory!"

At this moment, Gerling's heart beat faster, and he could feel the tense yet expectant atmosphere among the people around him.

"Next, we will start a two-on-two duel, and the winner will advance to the next round until the final winner is born." The host continued, but suddenly turned around and pointed at Gerling, "Everyone is waiting for you, Gerling."

"What?" Gellin was stunned.

Fabian patted his shoulder and whispered encouragement: "Go, don't let them down!"

"I...I understand." Gerlin forced a smile, but his heart was surging.

Finally, it was Gerling's turn to play. His opponent was Jacks from Astor College, a burly boy with a face full of disdain, ready to take on the challenge. With a whistle, the two began a fierce confrontation.

"I have long wanted to teach you guys from Mankro Academy a lesson. Today is a good chance for me to teach you a lesson!" Jax sneered, the sarcasm in his mouth like a sharp blade.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Anger surged in Gerlin's heart. He moved, and suddenly exerted force on the ground with his feet, rushed towards Jax, and swung his fists with a clear target.

Boom! A heavy punch hit Jacks' defense hard, but his opponent remained as steady as a rock and counterattacked, with a huge force that knocked Gerling back several steps.

"Ha, see, it's so weak!" Jax laughed loudly, as if he was enjoying this sense of superiority.

"Don't be scared by him, just focus on dealing with him!" Fabian's voice rang in Gerlin's ears like a crisp slap in the face.

"I won't lose!" Gellin whispered to himself, adjusting his breathing again, silently reciting the skills he had learned. He took a deep breath and began to calm down.

As time went by, Garlin gradually found his rhythm. Although every collision of the body made him feel painful, he knew that he must not give up. He began to confuse Jax with fake moves and look for opportunities to counterattack.

Finally, his side kick successfully hit Jax, and his past indifference was instantly torn apart. Jax's face showed horror, and the flame of fighting ignited in Garlin's eyes.

"This is my strength!" he shouted with all his might, ready to pursue the victory.

"What's a temporary victory?" Jax yelled angrily, then turned around and tried to fight back.

But Garlin's will had already been ignited, and every move he made was full of power, a perfect fight. The two sides fought fiercely until the last fierce punch hit Jacks' chin directly, causing him to stagger, lose his balance, and finally sit on the ground.

The audience burst into thunderous applause, and everyone cheered for this wonderful contest. Gerling stood there, panting, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but his face was filled with an unconcealable smile.

"The winner is Gerling!" the host announced loudly, and in an instant, the whole venue was filled with warm applause and cheers.

"Well done, Gerling!" Fabian ran up, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Fabian." Gerling's emotions surged like a tide, as if all his efforts were rewarded at this moment.

"But don't be proud. The next opponent will be stronger." Carl reminded him seriously.

"I know, I will keep working hard." Gerling clenched his fists, his eyes revealing his determination to forge ahead.

In the following battles, Gerlin participated enthusiastically. Every battle made him grow and gradually adapt to this competitive environment. His heart was also constantly baptized. When facing powerful enemies from other colleges, his strength and will became more and more tenacious.

A few days later, after a series of struggles, Gerling finally reached the final. His opponent was Alina from Hilton College, a female warrior who was quite famous among the apprentices, with flexible techniques and strong strength.