Under the effect of my soul hooking, the eyes of the Hound Dog really became a little glazed, and its originally suppressed body slowly lowered its body, and the hostility in its eyes disappeared in an instant.

And it worked.

Although it is not possible to give verbal commands directly, at least it is possible to use soul seduction to make the dog fall into a state of stupor.

I seized the moment.A swift stride forward.Elbow bent.The military thorn in my hand lifted horizontally.The tip of my fingers flipped the tip.The thorn turned direction.My right hand held the handle of the thorn.I thrust the edge of the thorn into the jaw of the hare hound, which was in a state of stupefaction.

The three-edged spike is inserted all the way through the lower jaw, piercing the thin mandible, and the sharp three-edged head is pierced through the tip of the retriever's tongue, and then inserted into the upper jaw again, all the way into the brain.

Blood splatters.

Just as I plunged the triangular thorn into the head of the horehound, all the fighting dogs around me saw what I was doing, and they let out a crazy roar in unison.

I turned my face sideways.Warm dog blood spurted onto the right side of my face.The hot sensation slowly ran down my cheek.A painful, high-pitched scream rang out.My heart trembled slightly.I pierced my jaw with a three-edged stab. The mouth and the small half of the brain of the Hound have already woken up from the control of my soul seduction, and its whole body is trembling violently, its throat is squirming, and it makes a low whining.

I clung to the triangular thorn with one hand, and with the other hand, I grabbed the top of the hoist's neck and pressed it to the ground, until the hound's struggle became weaker and weaker, and the thorn became more and more sluggish and weak, and then I pulled the triangular thorn out of the horehound's jaw, and brought out a bouquet of blood.

The barking of the fighting dogs around me became more and more dense and intense, like a rushing wave, and at the same time, I also heard a faint sigh around me, as if the crowd of onlookers was amazed by my performance, and no one seemed to expect that I would be able to deal with a hound.

The audience was silent, and I slowly pulled out the three-edged thorn, and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of my business shirt.

"I can't believe he's an experienced veteran, and he's been able to finish out an English Hare Retriever so quickly."

On the radio of the dog ring, there was a voice of consternation from the host, but it seemed that the controversy was not small. I looked up and saw many masked faces behind the windows talking about something.

"The English Harehound is a common hunting dog in Europe and the United States.In the end, this hunting dog is not a fighting dog in the real sense.The one just now can only be regarded as our appetizer.Next.We are going to send a French Bordeaux dog.This dog has a fierce personality and great strength.If you want to raise, hurry up and increase your chips."

With the man's voice on the radio, the automatic door to the railing of the dog arena was opened, and the remaining thirty-three dogs were all separated in their own cubicles.

Under the urging and shouting of the personnel outside the combat zone, the fierce Bordeaux dog slowly entered the field. The huge wrinkled head of the Bordeaux mastiff was full of murderous aura, the oval eyes were widely spaced and had a pronounced upper ridge, the small, erect ears slightly surrounded the base of the ears, the tail was short, and the Bordeaux dog did not have half a hair on its body compared to the horehound.

The aggressive Boer arched his back vigilantly when he saw me, and as I approached, the Bordeaux opened its mouth and lunged at me.

I didn't use Soul Hook when the Bordeaux Dog rushed at me, but I quickly backed away, and I cast Soul Hook as I retreated.

At the moment when I cast the soul hook, the Bordeaux dog's eyes instantly became dull, but the body could not stop for a while because of the momentum of the lunge, and the direct consequence was that its forelimbs stopped moving, and the hind limbs of the force were slightly slower and paused, and as a result, the Bordeaux dog's entire body was a stagger, like a drunk person, crooked, and almost fell to the ground.

And I seized the opportunity for the Bordeaux dog to stand unsteadily, and went straight forward, using the same method as the Hare Hound, and quickly pierced the Bordeaux dog's jaw with a triangular thorn, all the way through its brain, and killed it with one stab.

When the Bordeaux stopped struggling, I pulled out the triangular thorn that pierced its brain, and the pungent smell of blood irritated my nasal mucosa, making me feel sick and even nauseated.

I've killed a lot of people over the years, I've killed a lot of lives, but I've basically killed them with ranged weapons or with soul hooking, not with close-range tools like now.

"Bordeaux confirmed dead.I can't believe it......" The male host's disgusting voice came over the radio. I frowned.I wiped the blood-stained thorn with my blood-stained shirt.It only took me three minutes.

When the Bordeaux dog collapsed at my feet, the whole venue almost boiled, and the spectators watching the play behind the cloister window were all caught in a great deal of suspicion and strife.

Under normal circumstances, how can a dog fight be so easy to kill.

In the case of me easily killing two dogs in a row, most people will have two directions of thinking: one is that I may be a trained special dog trainer, and the other is that these dogs themselves have problems, have been drugged, or they are low-quality soft eggs and parallel goods.

I gasped and looked at the corpse of the Bordeaux dog lying aside. My hands trembled a little from the overexertion and tension. The next group of dogs didn't arrive. There was a pause between every two dogfights to give me a rest, and also to allow those watching to place their bets in time.