There Is Absolutely No Problem With My Summoning Technique

"Are you ready?"

"Ready."

After reading the message, Zhao Wuchen communicated with the transmission beacon left on Wang Mingyang.

"Fuck."

Wang Mingyang was startled by Zhao Wuchen who suddenly appeared in front of him. The skill of precise teleportation was extremely rare. "Brother Zhao, I didn't expect you to have such a method."

"Not worth mentioning."

The secret dungeon is located in Daxingling, a primeval forest with a long history that has not yet been developed by humans.

Under the guidance of the Wang family, after some twists and turns, the two finally arrived at a waterfall in the forest.

Passing through the waterfall and entering the cave below, the light from the portal of the secret realm illuminates the depths of the cave.

Wang Mingyang ordered Ding Yi and his subordinates to watch the entrance of the cave and lead the way.

"Brother Zhao, this is it."

"Other than the news sellers, only we know."

Zhao Wuchen nodded, which meant that this secret realm dungeon was rarely cleared, and after clearing it, it could produce generous rewards and even unique props.

He waved his hand to Wang Mingyang to follow him and stepped into the dungeon first.

The sun was dazzling, completely opposite to the darkness of the cave. Zhao Wuchen squinted his eyes to adapt to the intensity of the light.

‘Ding, the adventurer enters the special copy - Fighting God Arena. ’

Looking around, I was in the center of the ancient arena.

"A special copy?"

Special dungeons will not actively refresh monsters. As long as certain conditions are triggered and completed, you can obtain the rewards of the dungeon.

Arena...should be a special copy of the combat type.

"Brother Zhao, slow down."

Wang Mingyang arrived late. At this moment, he was fully armed and equipped with various equipment.

"Oh oh oh."

The empty auditorium in the arena erupted in loud cheers.

The air gradually distorted, and the tauren, whose whole body was wrapped in magic chains, appeared at the other end of the arena.

Minotaur (Lord level)

LV 140

HP:100%/100%

MP:100%/100%

Skills: Great Ax Mastery, Shield, Heavy Blow, Wound Healing...

The audience cheered again. "Challenger! Challenger!"

"Brother Zhao, what are these voices saying?"

Obviously, Wang Mingyang can't understand the otherworldly language.

‘Ding, choose a team member to appear and defeat the Minotaur alone. ’

The system voice answered Wang Mingyang's doubts for Zhao Wuchen.

Wang Mingyang was eager to try: "Brother Zhao, let me do it."

"Okay, come on."

Wang Mingyang took such initiative, and Zhao Wuchen felt comfortable, just in time to conserve his physical strength to face the test of the god's soul.

In a flash of white light, Zhao Wuchen appeared in the audience.

The magic attached to the chain failed, and veins popped up in the Minotaur's arm muscles.

The tauren broke free from his restraints, raised his axe, and let out a war cry. ‘Moo! ’.

"war!"

The sound in his ears was deafening, and Zhao Wuchen couldn't help but cover his ears.

Wang Mingyang's battle is a pleasure to watch. His profession is an ice mage, and his skills come with various slowing and freezing effects.

Melee monsters like the Minotaur were unable to get close and were suppressed by spells in unbearable pain. They could only roar with impotence and fury. ‘Moo! ’

The health bar bottomed out, and a smile appeared on Wang Mingyang's lips. He only needed one ultimate move to end the battle. "snowstorm."

Minotaur's eyes lit up, a good opportunity.

‘Kacha’ The chains that bound him turned into weapons and tied the enemy’s neck.

Wang Mingyang couldn't breathe for a moment. He was dragged by the chains and watched as the giant ax fell towards his head. "Escape from the ice."

"It's over." Zhao Wuchen moved his limbs and got ready to appear.

The blizzard was activated successfully, and countless ice cones fell, taking away the Minotaur's last bit of health.

"oh oh."

The spectator stand once again erupted with countless cheers, celebrating the challenger's victory.

The Minotaur's body dispersed in the wind, and a staff made of pure ice and an ancient book floated down from the air in the arena, falling into Wang Mingyang's hands.

Judging from Wang Mingyang's ecstatic expression, the staff and skill book must be of high grade.

The air twisted again, and then new monsters emerged.

High Level Undead Lich

LV 150

HP 100%/100%

…

"Brother Zhao, it's up to you."

Wang Mingyang put away his staff. With LV 140, he was very self-aware.

This time he had gained a lot, and he was already satisfied. He couldn't handle the next battle.

"Are there any monsters? Do the gods want to test my strength..."

"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just take a good rest at the viewing platform."

Zhao Wuchen patted Wang Mingyang on the shoulder and jumped down from the auditorium with a slight jump.

"thousand…"

‘Ding, adventurers, please note that the challenge only supports single-player combat, and the challenge will fail by default when the summoned creature appears. ’

"All right."

Zhao Wuchen shrugged helplessly, and Xiao Xiong spread his hands. "There's no other way, I still want to conserve my strength."

"The indestructible blade, agile and agile, the elemental blade..."

The Lich, who was bound by the chain, could only watch quietly as the human body in front of him was gradually surrounded by the light of attribute amplitude skills.

What a slap in the face.

It really wanted to escape, but couldn't.

With a thought, he put on all the equipment, unsheathed the holy sword of light, and pointed it at the high-level lich.

The elemental realm unfolded, elemental runes condensed behind him, and Zhao Wuchen unleashed all his firepower. "Sorry, my numerical value is higher than yours."

‘Ding ding…bang’

"30 seconds…"

Wang Mingyang was stunned and looked at his watch. It only took Brother Zhao 30 seconds to kill the Lich?

Are hidden professions really that powerful?

"Strong! Strong!"

With one glance, the invisible audience recognized Zhao Wuchen as a strong man.

Wetland dragon, troll lord, demonized griffon, twisted tree spirit...

Until the end, a LV 180 Undead Bone Dragon even appeared in the arena.

None of these monsters could stop Zhao Wuchen, and they all died under the Holy Sword of Light.

Looking at Zhao Wuchen stepping on the bone dragon, his face was expressionless and he looked at ease.

Wang Mingyang was stunned and couldn't help but uttered a curse word: "Fuck you."

Brother Zhao is LV 150, right?

Cologne is LV 180, right?

Where has the hierarchical suppression gone? Brother Zhao is the one with LV 180, right?

If Zhao Wuchen knew what he was thinking, he would definitely reply to the previous sentence. There is no skill at all, just pure attribute crushing.

"Take out the ring, those miscellaneous fish can't stop you."

Master Shia's voice rang in his ears.

Zhao Wuchen did as he was told and took out the ring that contained the soul of the god from the space backpack.

As soon as the ring appeared, countless looming souls appeared in the audience. Their blood boiled and they burst into cheers like waves.

"Iron-blooded will, immortal inheritance, invincible, and invincible."

"Let us believers call his name..."

"God of War! God of War! God of War!"

It turns out that the sounds are made by these souls.

The sound was deafening, and Wang Mingyang couldn't help but cover his ears. Even if he couldn't understand the language, he could still detect the emotion in the tone.

These audiences admire the enemy who will appear next.

Wang Mingyang had a worried look on his face. Can Brother Zhao really handle it?