The most powerful wizard in the magic world

"Do you dare to do it again?" Thorild held back the pain on his face, suppressed his anger, and forced a sarcastic smile from the corner of his mouth. "I think you should know that the blade does not always face forward."

Gerlin was slightly stunned, then sneered, "Your tenacity is admirable, but it is in vain. Your every counterattack is ultimately no match for my every attack."

He swung the sword again, and the sword light drew a beautiful arc, pointing directly at Thorild's heart. Thorild dodged it with a flash, lowered his body, and narrowly avoided it. This powerful attack almost brought him to the brink of death.

"Are you too confident?" Thorild reacted in an instant, counterattacked, and swept his leg directly to Gerlin's support. At this moment, a firm belief surged in his heart, not for any reason, just to defend his own beliefs.

"This is your last chance, seize my weakness!" Gerlin just slightly turned his body and easily avoided Torild's attack. His eyes flashed with disdain, but also felt urgent, "It seems that you still lack some awareness."

"You underestimated me." Torild gritted his teeth and tried to calm his inner fluctuations. He knew that if he was hit again this time, it would be difficult for him to fight back.

"Looks like I need to show you what real swordsmanship is!"

After saying this, Thorild gathered his strength, adjusted his breathing, held the hilt tightly with both hands, and slowly drew a circle. The sword light was like stars, shining brightly. His movements were elegant and firm, as if he was making final preparations for the upcoming decisive battle.

"Is this your way of comforting yourself?" Gerling said coldly, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Very good, I would like to see whether your sword skills can win."

The swordplay before his eyes was as smooth as a dance. In the difficult confrontation, Thorild began to find the resonance between the sword and the heart. In an instant, the two of them intertwined again, and the sparks of friction were like brilliant meteors that disappeared in an instant.

Gerlin's sword light suddenly accelerated, aiming directly at Torild's vital point. Torild frowned, and his body followed like a shadow, turning sideways before contact, defusing this direct attack.

"You're not fast enough!" Thorild said this with a hint of ridicule. His eyes flickered, and he quickly turned to the side of Gerlin and quietly counterattacked.

"Hmph! Be careful or you might hurt yourself!" Gerlin's reaction was amazing. He seemed to have anticipated Torild's next move. He blocked it with his sword at the critical moment, and the two swords collided.

There was a loud sound of metal clashing in the air, and Torild felt his wrist tremble. He quickly took a few steps back and adjusted his posture.

"Even so, you can't stop me!" Gerlin turned around and pressed forward, continuing to exert pressure. A strong aura instantly spread out during the action, making the heat of the first battle rise again.

"Stop!" Thorild suddenly shouted in a low voice, making a thunderous sound. He stood firm in his position, his eyes determined, unwilling to be defeated. "I will not lose to you!"

"Winning or losing is just a result, but staying alive is the greater challenge." Gerlin responded indifferently. A roar cut through the thick air like lightning, and their momentum intertwined at this moment, becoming even more tense.

"In front of you, I should survive!" Thorild gritted his teeth and gathered his courage again. The sword light in his hand was reorganized, like an eagle flying in the sky, rushing straight towards Gerlin.

"Is this your stubbornness?" Gerling responded ruthlessly and retreated quickly, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

"But no matter who the sword points to, no one can escape the fate."

The slanting sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and fell on them, as if it was the judgment of fate. Thorild fought back with all his strength, spinning with a flash of sword light, suddenly changing direction, aiming directly at Gerlin.

"You will have no way to retreat!" Thorild's voice penetrated the noise of battle and reached the depths of the soul.

"So what?" A hint of cultural arrogance flashed through Gerlin's eyes, and the back of his sword struck back mercilessly, "I'll make you sober!"

The sharp sound of metal collision sounded like thunder, and the storm suddenly swept in, and the two sides fought fiercely in an instant. Every collision conveyed an indescribable force, as if shaking the heaven and earth.

Finally, the two sides paused for a moment after several rounds of confrontation. As the air flowed rapidly, their eyes met again, full of embarrassment and determination.

"As long as you keep persisting, I can defeat you!" Thorild said in a firm voice, trying hard to hide his inner fatigue.

"Unfortunately... you can't escape the real battle!" Gerlin showed a cold smile, "I will let you see the cruelty of reality!"

The clash of swords sounded again, and they were like two fierce lions, neither of them gave up an inch of ground. Gerlin displayed gorgeous continuous sword skills, and Thorild responded with tenacious defense. The scene was full of dangers and variables.

"Gerlin, don't think I will retreat!" Torild shouted firmly. The sword in his hand seemed to carry his will. He counterattacked again and again, and the tip of the sword almost touched Gerlin's defense line.

"But you are an outsider after all, and I will make you feel the price of this battle!" A hint of disdain appeared on Gerlin's lips. He began to fight back with all his strength, and his sword was as powerful as a rainbow and unstoppable.

The violent collision sounded like thunder, echoing in the air. Thorild remained unafraid, with a gleam in his eyes. "I will not give up. Even if I am seriously injured, I will fight to the end with this belief!"

"Well, it seems you are really determined to do this." Gerlin smiled to himself and began to fight back with all his strength. His sword was like a snake coming out of a hole, and every attack hit Thorild's weak spot.

The fight happened in an instant, the frequency of the crossing swords made the air slightly agitated, and the strong heartbeat seemed to interweave with the sound of the wind into a wild music.