The onlookers shouted, "Come on, Valencia! "Go bite him, Valencia!" "Eat him!" Valencia, however, did not seem to be in a hurry to fight, but turned around, winked at the shouting people, and wagked his tail in a kind way. Valencia was not afraid, but lazy, as if she did not know that her opponent was the dog in front of her. It has no habit of fighting with such dogs and seems to be waiting for people to come with real dogs. Mira walked into the circle and attached herself to Valencia's body, and with her hands against its fur, stroked his shoulders, rubbed him, and gently pushed it forward, with the aim of provoking it. Sure enough, echoing the rhythm of the human hand movements, Valencia's throat began to roar softly from the depths of her throat, rising to the mouth of her throat as each hand reached its peak, then retreating, and so on several times, and when Mira's hand suddenly stopped, the roar rose up. At this point, the hairs on Ash's neck and shoulders began to stand up. Valencia took the initiative to move forward, bent her legs and ran quickly.

Ash rushed up to attack as well, and with a quick bite, he jumped to the side. The pit bull had a bite on its thick neck and was bleeding. Valencia didn't scream, didn't react, just turned around and followed Ash. The two sides of the duel are quick and tenacious. People's emotions are ignited, some people, make new bets, and some people, increase the original bets.

Little Ash jumped up and took a bite in succession, and then jumped out of the way unscathed. Strangely, his "enemies" still followed him unhurriedly, with a demeanor that was both prudent and resolute, methodical. Little Grey had never seen such a dog before, and was puzzled. He has no protection from long hair, and his body is soft, unlike the little gray race, which has dense fluff to block the attack of teeth. Little Gray easily bites into the soft flesh every time, and this animal doesn't even seem to have the strength to defend itself. What upset Ash was that he was used to hearing roars when he fought other dogs, but now, except for a roar or a snort, this animal only silently endured the punishment, but never let go of the chase for Ash. Valencia was equally puzzled, it had never fought with such an unapproachable dog, and it had always been something that both sides wanted to get close to. But now, the dog always keeps a certain distance, jumping everywhere to dodge, and when biting, it does not keep biting, but bites and immediately releases its mouth and runs away again.

The pit bull was too short, and its huge jawbones were also cover, and the little gray gray could not bite the soft throat below its neck, and at this time, Valencia's wounds continued to increase, and the sides of his neck and head were bitten and bloody. Unfazed, it continued to chase diligently, and once, it pounced, stopped, winked at the spectators, and wagged its tail to signal that it was willing to continue the fight. Valencia ran and chased in the inner circle of Ash, trying to get a fatal bite down Ash's throat. Ash was still jumping, dodging, jumping up and down, constantly traumatizing his opponent, however, the pit bull continued to chase him diligently with a tenacious and composed attitude. Sooner or later, Valencia will always bite that fatal bite and emerge victorious. Valencia can take all the damage from their opponents until they reach their goal. Due to the lightning attack of the little gray gray, it was difficult to predict and defend, Valencia's ears, neck, and shoulders were bitten in dozens of places, and blood kept dripping.

When the opportunity came, he found that Valencia was turning his head, and when he turned more slowly, his shoulders were exposed. Ash pounced on him with all his might, but his own shoulders were high, so the speed of the impact caused his body to flip over from the other party. The onlookers saw that this was the first time that Ash had stumbled in his own combat history. His body was planted in the air, he twisted his body before his feet hit the ground, otherwise he would have his back to the sky, he still fell to the ground very hard, and in an instant, he got up, and Valencia bit his throat at this moment. The bite was too downward, close to the chest, and Valencia clenched it tightly. Little Ash jumped up and circled furiously, trying to break free from the pit bull. The pit bull pit dogs pestered him with the weight of his body, dragged him, restricted his freedom, and drove him crazy.

Little Gray ran and spun in circles, trying to break free from the weight of more than forty pounds hanging above his throat, but the pit bull just clung to it. Valencia's feet barely touched the ground, and her body was dragged around by the madness of Little Ash. Valencia knew that it was right to hold on to it, and let her body be shaken, no matter what kind of damage her body might have, it didn't matter, the important thing was to bite, and the pit bull dog had been biting tightly. Now, Ash is helpless and doesn't know what to do. In all the battles he'd been through, it had never happened. The original fighting method is not like this, but tearing, biting, jumping away, and then tearing, biting, and jumping away. Little Ash was lying on his side, panting, resisting, holding on, and Valencia, still clenched, trying to force him to collapse completely. He felt Valencia's gums, like those of a chewing bite, relax a little and immediately close again, closer to his throat.

After a while, the pit bull completely overturned him to the ground, pressed against him like a cat, still clenched his throat, and the little gray retracted his hind legs, digging into the belly of the "enemy", Valencia hurriedly turned to the side with the axis of the bite, so that his body was at right angles to the body of the little gray gray, otherwise, his internal organs would probably be dug out. Little Ash was temporarily spared death only by the flabby fur on his neck and the thick fluff on his skin, which formed a large mass that was stuffed in Valencia's mouth, making it difficult for his teeth to pierce. As soon as the pit bull has the opportunity, it gradually swallows the flesh and fluff into its mouth little by little. If this continues, the "enemy" will be slowly strangled, and it will become more and more difficult for Xiao Ash to breathe.

The battle seemed to be coming to an end, and Mbappe stepped into the circle, pointing at the little gray and laughing, full of cynicism. Sure enough, the little gray gray was furious, cheered up, and struggled to turn in circles. Round and round, staggering, falling and getting up again, struggling in vain, trying to break free from the entanglement of death. Eventually, he fell, facing his back to the sky. The pit bull quickly moved where it had bitten, biting deeper and more tightly to contain the little gray gray's breathing.

The third son of Tianlong, who was secretly following the little gray on the side, was anxious and wanted to come to the rescue. At this time, a bell "jingled", and everyone saw three men running from the snow track with sleds and dogs. When they saw the crowd boiling, they told the dogs to stop and come over to see the excitement. Little Ash had stopped struggling, he could only inhale very little air, and it was getting less and less under the constant tightening of containment. Mbappe lost control, jumped up to Grey and kicked him savagely, and there was a chorus of boos in protest, but that was all. At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the new big man squeezed over, pushed away the people on the left and right without manners, and squeezed through the crowd to the middle of the circle. The new big man threw a hook to Mbappe's face with precision and hard, and Mbappe threw his whole body into the air and fell backwards to the snow.

The big man turned around and yelled at the crowd, "You despicable bastards, you pigs and dogs are inferior brutes!" He was furious, the kind of fury he was fully conscious, and his blue eyes swept at the crowd as he spoke. Mbappe scrambled to his feet, his nose bleeding and cowering as he approached him. The new big man threw another hook in his face, knocking him to the ground. The big man called out to the two companions who walked into the circle with him: "Come, James, Durant, do me a favor." The trio were attached to the two dogs, and James grabbed the little ash and prepared to pull them away when the pit bull's gums loosened. Durant tried in vain to rip open the bulldog's jawbone and broker the separation. One pulled, one dragged, one twisted, panting and scolding: "Brute, brute! ”

The crowd stirred up, some protested, and in doing so, ruined their gambling, and the new three put down their work, looked up at them for a moment, and then fell silent again. The big man cursed, "You damned brutes! After a while, James said, "That's not a big deal, Mr. Kane, you can't pick it up like that." The three of them stopped and observed the dogs twisting together. Durant said: "It didn't bleed much, it didn't bite into it. "The big man Kane savagely punched and punched the bulldog on the head, and did not loosen the gums. Valencia wagged her tail as if to understand the meaning of the blows. The pit bull also knows that he has done nothing wrong, and he is just doing his duty by holding on to it.

Kane shouted desperately to the crowd, "Would you like to help?" "No one helped, instead, people started sneering at them. James advised, "You'd better get a lever." Kane reached out and pulled the light particle pistol out of the pouch on his butt and tried to shove the muzzle between the pit bull's teeth. All three were on their knees and attached to the dog. Kane thrust and thrust so hard that he could even hear the sound of the pistol rubbing against his clenched teeth. Mira walked briskly into the circle, stood next to Kane, patted Kane on the shoulder and said, "Don't break your teeth, sir." Kane continued to pry and stuff with the muzzle of the gun, and said-for-tat: "Then I'll break his neck." ”

Mira, the dealer who opened the bet, repeated: "I said don't break your teeth." Kane looked up and asked coldly, "Your dog?" Mira snorted. "Well, sir, I can tell you that I can't do it myself. "Then get out of here, don't bother me, I'm busy." Mira continued to watch, and Kane no longer paid attention to whether he was there or not. He tried his best to insert the pistol into one side of the gum, trying to get the muzzle out of the other, carefully prying. With each prying, the gums loosen a little. At the same time, little by little, James pulled out Little Ash's bitten bloody neck. After a while, Kane brutally commanded Mira, the owner of the pit bull, "Stand to the side, ready to hold your dog down." Mira leaned down obediently and clung to Valencia. The big man Kane finally pried again, warning: "Be careful. "The two dogs were finally pulled apart.

The pit bull struggled, but his energy was still strong. Kane ordered, "Take it away." Mira dragged Valencia into the crowd. Little Ash tried twice to get up, but to no avail, and the third time, he stood up, but his legs were weak and he gradually lost his strength and fell again in the snow. His eyes were half-closed, his eyes glazed and dull, his palate bones open, his tongue sticking out, and he looked exactly like a hanged dog. Durant observed: "It's almost over, but now I'm breathing normally. At this point, Mbappe got up and leaned over to look at the little gray. The third son of Tianlong, who was secretly guarding the little gray ash on the side, sighed: "Some people are thick and black, used for personal gain, shameful, their conscience is dusty, and their hearts are dark in the world; Some people are thick and black, used for public benefit, for the greatest number of people to seek the greatest benefit, happiness, glory, conscience shines on all things!! ”