Spiritual Energy Awakening

The match ended, and Wang Zhifan returned to the underground reception room, where countless reporters swarmed him.

"Mr. Wang, how do you feel after defeating Master Yin?"

"Mr. Wang, as the fastest summoner of the new generation to reach veteran rank, what advice would you share?"

"Mr. Wang, I'm a special correspondent for the Summoner Association. I'm very interested in the ability you used just now that appeared to control your opponent's summoned creature. Could you tell us more about it?"

"Mr. Wang, I'm a special correspondent for Great Beauty Summoner News's annual rising stars column..."

Reporters of every stripe jostled to thrust microphones toward Wang Zhifan's mouth. For the first time, he felt besieged. He slightly regretted not hiring a professional manager; he had little experience handling scenes like this, and Little Red, as an AI, was hardly suited to stepping in.

So, to generate a little more buzz, Wang Zhifan answered a few questions in keeping with his chosen image, establishing himself as an arrogant newcomer.

First, he gave the reporter who had asked how he felt about defeating Master Yin a cold, haughty look and said:

"Master Yin? How can a weakling like him be called a master? He was nothing but a tiny stepping stone on my path to becoming the strongest."

At those contemptuous words about a veteran, the reporter instinctively wanted to warn him not to get too arrogant at his age. But he stopped just as his lips began to move.

He had suddenly remembered that the young man before him had just defeated Master Yin without taking a scratch. In terms of strength, Wang Zhifan had every right to say it, however arrogant it sounded.

Wang Zhifan ignored the reporter's reaction. He turned to the one who had asked what advice