Satan was obviously stunned when he saw the appearance of his opponent. He had never seen such a small fighting dog with a thick and short neck. It was not easy to bite it to death.

From the moment the bully entered the arena, laughter erupted from the audience. The guests thought it was just an entertainment match and laughed until tears came out. Few people placed any bets.

Seeing the bully approaching, Satan jumped over and tore a gash in its shoulder with his fangs, then struck and ran away, using his long legs to leap to the opposite side of the bully.

The bully's shoulder was covered in blood, but his pain nerves seemed to be as stupid as his appearance. He had no intention of retreating and continued to run to Satan, asking for abuse.

Satan intended to bite the bully's throat, but unfortunately the bully had a big head and a thick neck, so in order to bite his throat, he had to turn the bully over.

Satan jumped over again, using the inertia of his speed to hit the bully's shoulder, trying to knock him over.

Unfortunately, the chassis of the Bully was too low and more stable than a tank. Not only did Satan fail to knock it down, but he was bounced far away. He twisted his waist and barely stood still.

Satan's eyes became a little serious. This fighting dog is not as easy to deal with as it looks!

The bully seemed determined to get in close contact with Satan, and ran over again. Satan cut another gash on his back, and the blood dyed his gray fur red.

Lang Wenzhe stared at the fat pig-like dog in the fighting arena and smiled at Lou Shao:

"Lou Shao, your fighting dog... is quite special!"

Lou Shao narrowed his eyes, hiding the calculation in them, and without saying a word, he raised the red wine glass in his hand to Lang Wenzhe, took a sip, and continued watching the game.

Lang Wenzhe snorted and turned his head to watch Satan tear the bully apart.

Strangely enough, this bully dog ​​seemed to feel no pain. No matter how many cuts Satan made on its body, it still persevered and walked with bow legs, trying its best to approach Satan.

After two fights, Satan had little strength left, and the bully annoyed him by making him jump around in the arena. He was already exhausted, and the distance he jumped was getting shorter and shorter.

The booing spectators outside the stadium also noticed Satan's abnormality and felt that the bully was not as useless as he looked. Some people wanted to place a bet, but unfortunately it was too late. After the game started, they could no longer place or change bets.

Lang Wenzhe was also a little nervous. He leaned forward and stared intently at the fighting arena.

Abe Okamon also became excited, pointing at Satan in the arena and speaking Japanese to Hou Shao with saliva flying.

Zhan Feng lowered his voice and asked Qingshan, "Master, do you think... will the Black Wolf Dog lose?"

Qingshan's face was solemn, and there was a hint of regret in his voice: "It's hard to say. Even if it wins, I guess it won't survive...!"

Zhan Feng sat back down and sighed regretfully. The master had said that the big black wolfdog was finished, so there was definitely no hope. What a pity...

Satan in the arena was also very angry. Faced with such a tough guy, Satan would rather fight with Tosa again!

Just when Satan was about to jump to the side again, the bully dog ​​suddenly sped up and bit Satan's front paw. Satan's toe bones broke, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The trick used by the bully dog ​​was the same as when Satan bewitched Tosa. When Abe Okamon saw Satan fall to the ground, he excitedly took off his tie, tied it on his forehead, and sang Japanese songs, which annoyed Aoyama so much that his eyelids twitched.

After Satan fell to the ground, the bully immediately bit his throat. Fortunately, Satan had thick hair like a lion's mane on his neck, and the bully's teeth were short, so he did not bite through his throat.