The Match

With Little Red helping make the arrangements, Wang Zhifan's career as a summoner got off to a smooth start. He entered his first public match that very day.

He now stood in what might have been an abandoned sports field. An excited young man with dyed blond hair stood opposite him. Beside the field were a potbellied referee, a cameraman wearing glasses, and a scattering of several dozen spectators.

Summoner matches were undeniably popular in this world. Even a complete newcomer like Wang Zhifan drew spectators to his match, and there was even a live broadcast.

The match soon began. The potbellied referee, dressed in a blue plaid uniform, raised a megaphone and spoke in a voice that carried clearly across the entire field:

"I declare this Beginner Summoner Open Tournament officially underway!"

The moment he finished, the blond young man opposite Wang Zhifan swept a hand upward. A cloud of dust appeared out of thin air, revealing an enormous, imposing figure beside him, its two horns raised. It was like a fully loaded truck.

The appearance of this formidable summon immediately drew gasps from the spectators, who expressed wholehearted admiration for the blond young man's strength.

"His summon is a giant iron bull! Contracting an iron bull that size is no easy feat! This newcomer is seriously impressive!"

"Yeah, you can tell that iron bull is something special! One charge could probably knock his opponent flat! Speaking of which, what's the other guy's summon? Why hasn't it appeared yet?"

"I bet that huge iron bull scared him! He wants to surrender!"

"Don't jump to conclusions! Maybe this newcomer's summon is even stronger than the giant iron bull!"

As the crowd discussed the match, the truck-sized iron bull on one side of the field had already lifted a hind