veto power

In this instance, Steel Fang has already appeared three times as the Beastmaster's battle companion, the knight's steed, and the summoner's summoned creature.

If not for the fear of being too sensational, he even considered registering the old profession as a Beast Tribe Prophet. However, it seems that the prophet can only summon shadow wolves...

Ouyuan trembled, pointing at Night Sangeng, "You! You! You're distorting the facts!"

"Do you have any misconceptions about summoners? Can any wild beast carried at any time be called a summoned creature?" coughed Xu Muzhi suddenly.

"Ahem!"

Ouyuan with gray hair widened his eyes, looking like a child who had lost his toy, blowing his beard in frustration. No wonder he risked angering the lord just to vent his anger. Indeed, Lorand is too bullying!

The impact and combat awareness of Steel Fang are excellent. In a single round, his physical strength can even match that of a bronze warrior!

After losing the amethyst staff, he won't be able to quickly accumulate lightweight spells like in the last match. Coupled with the lack of Liao Hai's formidable agility, he probably won't finish casting the Swift Art on his second leg before that beast charges in.

"I haven't finished yet!"

Xu Muzhi frowned, looking at Night Sangeng.

"This young man, you claim that this crocodile is a Beastmaster's battle companion. Seeing its obedience, I have no objections if you say it's a knight's steed and has a mount contract. However, saying that it's your summoned creature..."

"Is it excessive for you two to not even possess the power of a contract?" he continued.

"Oh, I was just joking to ease the tense atmosphere. I'll let it go down."

Night Sangeng, exposed, shrugged, waved to Steel Fang, who swung its tail arrogantly, and returned to the field.

Xu Muzhi raised an eyebrow, "So, are there any other issues between the two sides?"

"None."

"Good, let the match begin!"

With a wave of Xu Muzhi's hand, Ouyuan began to swiftly cast Swift Art. Meanwhile, Night Sangeng rushed towards him without hesitation.

"Why not summon now? Does his summoned creature lack anti-air capabilities?"

Ouyuan's face brightened; the Swift Art covering his feet immediately increased his speed. He then performed the Wind Blade to interfere, and simultaneously began casting the Wind Soar.

Although lacking the Swift Art will reduce his airborne height by half, in this situation, quickly ascending is obviously the top priority.

"Wait until I ascend and see how I play you to death!"

Ouyuan smirked, throwing three more Wind Blade spells at Night Sangeng. However, Night Sangeng effortlessly dodged with continuous swaying, maintaining his speed even with Swift Art.

"This is!"

Lord Lei suddenly looked surprised. Night Sangeng's footwork achieved an abnormal level of control over the center of gravity. Unsteady, he could quickly change his posture, making it terrifyingly difficult to lock onto him.

Studying the data in his hands, Lord Lei fell silent.

"Have summoners developed such a powerful footwork to avoid being prioritized?" In his view, summoners, relying mainly on their summoned creatures, developed this footwork because they were tired of being targeted with beheading tactics.

Even Ouyuan was somewhat panicked. Judging by the speed, the opponent had probably closed in within ten meters by the time he ascended.

However...

"Ten meters! Unless you can fly or perform that sword technique of the swordsman old man, otherwise..."

Ouyuan's eyebrows suddenly twitched. He noticed that Night Sangeng was slowly drawing his long sword.

What does a summoner want with a sword? Does he want to throw it at me?

Before the thought could fully form, he saw that person suddenly disappear.

"No good! Wind Soar!"

With a thump in his heart, Ouyuan immediately cast the Wind Soar. However, just as he lifted half a meter off the ground, a flash of silver light crossed his vision.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry. Night Sangeng took a few leaps backward, looking suspiciously towards the officiating stand.

Just as he was about to swipe his sword at Ouyuan's neck, the golden shield appeared once again, protecting his enemy this time.

"Lorand, Night Sangeng wins!" Xu Muzhi dispelled the shield and announced.

"What! Lost again?!"

"Ouyuan, what happened to you..."

"But that sword was really fast. Without that shield, Ouyuan would probably have ended up like Evil Woman Qian, cut in half, right?"

"No! I didn't lose!" Ouyuan trembled on his legs, his face flushed.

"Why does a summoner use swordsmanship in battle? It doesn't make sense!"

"Ha!"

Night Sangeng glanced at him disdainfully.

"Do you care what techniques I use? As long as I defeat you, isn't that a good technique?!"

"You!"

"Correct!" Lord Lei suddenly spoke.

"On the battlefield, no one cares about the opponent's profession or techniques. Any method that defeats the opponent is a good technique. Would you reason with a corpse?"

"Moreover, this young man from Lorand did not violate the rules. Heaven Stone Land, please be mindful of your words and actions, or you won't even need to play the last match."

Although the Sacred Silver Church officially manages various affairs of the Heavenly Might Empire, in reality, the Empire's officials have the final say, and he, as the Empire's representative, can exercise the veto power beyond Xu Muzhi's jurisdiction.

This is the majesty of the Empire!

"Ouyuan, do you still think it's not humiliating enough? Hurry up and come back to me!"

The Lord of Heaven Stone Land suddenly stood up, first bowed to Lord Lei, and then scolded Ouyuan with a cold face.

Knowing the opponent's professional composition and strength beforehand, he was still beaten four to four. It's already very embarrassing. With almost all of them being bronze-level figures, they actually lost to a group of black iron?

Does this guy still have the face to jump?

"I declare that, as three officiating judges, Heaven Stone Land has no objections to the result of the match!"

"That's fine. Go down and prepare for the final match," Xu Muzhi said, rounding it off.

Although it was just a competition between two low-level territories, the process of the match was full of ups and downs. For the first time, he felt that presiding over a land contract match could be so exhausting.

Watching the young figure slowly retreating, Xu Muzhi suddenly felt a bit anticipatory.

"Will this guy make some other tricks?"