The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Now, he is standing on the edge of the bloody arena, hearing the shouts of the audience one after another, his heart beating as strong as a war drum, passion and tension intertwined.

"Gerlin, are you ready?" His good friend Mimo stood by, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Mimo was an enthusiastic young man, his golden hair shining in the sun like a flame, highlighting his passion for battle.

"I should be able to handle these opponents." Gerlin nodded slightly, looking at the distant ring, where a fierce battle was taking place, and the sound of fists and weapons colliding was as deafening as thunder. He was full of expectations and uneasiness. On the one hand, he hoped to gain rich contribution points in this bloody battle, but on the other hand, he was afraid of being defeated by the enemy and thus not being able to achieve his wish.

"Don't worry, I'll support you from behind." Mimo patted his shoulder and said encouragingly, "As long as we work together, we will never be afraid of any opponent!"

"Well, actually I'm still a little nervous." Gerling lowered his head, clenched his fists, and felt the moisture in his palms. "I heard that the opponents this time are all very experienced fighters, especially those veteran players."

"Don't think too much." Mimo said softly, with a firmness in his eyes, "Remember, we are not fighting alone. The power of the team can make us invincible!"

At this moment, the referee's whistle broke the tense atmosphere on the sidelines. Gerlin and Mimo looked towards the ring at the same time. The audience below was already cheering excitedly, looking forward to the start of the game.

"Now, the competition is about to begin! Please get ready, contestants!" The referee's voice was like a loud horn, echoing in the air.

Gerling took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that the opportunity for promotion was right in front of him, and as long as he could get enough contribution points in this game, everything would be possible.

"Come on, Gerlin!" Mimo supported from the side, his eyes full of anticipation.

As the match started, Gerling took a step and walked towards the ring, silently repeating in his heart that he must persevere. The atmosphere around him suddenly became tense and heated, the cheers of the audience surged like a tide, and his heartbeat accelerated, feeling an unprecedented excitement and fear intertwined.

"First round, are you ready?" the referee shouted, drawing everyone's attention. Then, he waved his arm, announcing the official start of the match.

Gellin's opponent was a burly warrior with a fierce face and eagle-like eyes. His muscles were clearly defined, and one could tell at a glance that they were the result of long-term training. "Gellin, are you asking for trouble?" The opponent smiled coldly, with a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, "I will make you feel the taste of despair."

"I won't back down!" Gerling said every word, his eyes firm and fiery, as if giving himself endless strength. He knew this was a life-and-death test, and there was no time to dwell on it.

On the ring, the two players began to fight, and the air was instantly filled with tension. Facing the fierce attack, Gerling tried his best to dodge and look for opportunities to counterattack. His body was agile and fast between the limits, and he was full of fighting spirit.

"Hurry up, Gerling!" Mimo shouted from the sidelines, his voice full of expectation and encouragement. Every word he said was the best support for Gerling, helping him regain his confidence in this struggle.

"Come on!" Gellin shouted, mustering up his courage and rushing towards his opponent. He punched with all his strength, hitting the opponent's abdomen. The opponent groaned and showed a disdainful expression, then he began to fight back, punching Gellin repeatedly.

"Can't stand it anymore?" the opponent taunted.

Gerling tried his best to resist, and secretly swore in his heart: "Never give up!" He used his wisdom to look for opportunities to counterattack, sometimes dodging flexibly, sometimes looking for flaws, trying to find a breakthrough for counterattack.

However, there were many tenacious opponents like him. As time went on, Gelling felt intense physical and psychological pressure, and his physical strength seemed to be gradually overdrawn, forcing him to endure the attack one after another.

Just when he was about to give up, an inspiration flashed in his mind. He thought of his special skills, which were the experience he had accumulated in his daily training - using the opponent's strength to fight back. He raised his head, his eyes became firm, and his heart was full of fighting spirit.

"I won't give up easily!" Gerling's voice echoed above the ring like a battle horn.

As he heard his own shout, Gerling's body seemed to be reborn. He quickly adjusted his position, seized the opportunity when his opponent tried to hit him hard, jumped sideways to avoid his opponent's attack, grabbed his opponent's wrist with his backhand, and used the force to quickly throw his opponent to the ground.

"Good job, Gerling!" Mimo couldn't help but shout on the sidelines, waving his fist excitedly, "Keep going, come on!"

"To win, we must make good use of every opportunity!" A clear determination rose in Gerlin's heart. He quickly seized the opportunity, hooked his fingers around the opponent's neck, and forced him to surrender.

The spectators in the stadium stood up and screamed to cheer for Gerling. At this moment, he felt his heart vibrating like thunder, passion permeating his body, and the burning fighting spirit filled him with strength.

"I will never lose!" Gerlin roared in his heart and rushed forward with all his strength.

"Don't let your guard down!" Mimo's voice in his ears reminded him all the time.

As the battle progressed, Gerling's strength gradually ran out, and sweat slid down his forehead, blurring his vision of the battle scene. He knew he had to have a chance in this battle in order to get the conditions for promotion.

Gellin felt a gust of wind pressure coming at him, and in an instant, the space in front of him seemed to be torn apart. He reacted quickly, dodged the attack by turning sideways, and then took the opportunity to attack, punching his opponent directly in the cheek. The opponent staggered, but then steadied his feet and turned around angrily to fight back.