[In the center of the hunting ground]
Siegfried was approaching his limit, with each muscle tearing agonizingly, and every breath felt as though it would burst his chest.
The wild bull displayed not a hint of fatigue, seemingly possessing infinite stamina.
Its neck was safeguarded by high-raised tendons and thick fur, making it impenetrable.
Moreover, the brute was exceedingly adept at using its massive, sharp horns. It dodged left and right, bowing its head as if to retreat one second, and fiercely lunging upward the next.
No sooner had the spearhead pierced the bull's thick skin than its horns were once again targeting the human, not giving any chance for exploitation.
Thus, Siegfried could only inflict one shallow wound after another on the bull's neck, unable to deliver a fatal blow.
Some began to discern the facts: the wild bull that Earl Harlan was wrestling, although slightly smaller than Little Hernan's, was incomparably more ferocious and dangerous than the latter.
