The fox fairy was stuck there motionless, but my heart was beating fast.

What is the woman thinking about now?

Disappointed in my failure?

Still disdainful of me.

I do not know.

Because in the next moment, the remaining compartments in the waiting area were opened, and under the beating of the people in the field, all the fighting dogs slowly walked out of the waiting area, and walked into the field.

Including a string of green plums hanging around the neck, the majestic Tibetan mastiff.

The moment I saw the largest Tibetan mastiff, its cloudy eyes locked on me, its black nostrils shrank, my pupils suddenly contracted, and my breathing came to a standstill.

And at this moment, my eyes swept slightly, and I accidentally saw the fox fairy who had lowered her head, slowly raised her head, and a pair of clear eyes looked at me quietly through the gap between the split black hair.

The moment I saw those eyes, my memory suddenly came back, a sense of déjà vu filled my heart, and a sadness that could not be dissolved overflowed in my heart.

Suddenly I remembered, in the memory world of the fox fairy, I also saw such an expression.

Once, the fox fairy was also tied to a wooden pillar like this, and was looked at by countless pairs of eyes wantonly, and the eyes were empty and empty.

This woman must be disappointed.

History repeats itself once again.

At the end of the day, nothing changed.

It's ridiculous.

It's sad.

Seventeen fighting dogs slowly walked towards me, and even though they were still some distance away, I could feel their hot, heavy snouts blowing in my face.

Suddenly, one of the pitbulls at the front of the pack let out a roar and came running towards me, and of the sixteen remaining dogs, except for the Tibetan mastiff, the remaining fifteen swooped down on me, like waves crashing toward a reef.

I was trembling, my limbs were numb, but I looked at the blurred figure behind the war zone, I still stood on my heavy heels, slowly wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth, my eyes froze, and I cast a soul hook on the oncoming group of fighting dogs.

Seventeen figures froze on the spot, and I slowly stepped forward with the three-edged thorn in my hand.

A visible belief is sometimes more powerful than an invisible idea that stimulates human potential.

"Dead ........"

I roared and rushed into the most horrible hell on earth.The silver metal knives flipped and flew in the air.Piercing, flipping, sweeping.Provoking.A series of movements evolved into countless complex geometric figures.The pause between one figure and the other.All were accompanied by a roar, scream, or whimper.

The strength in my body was running away, and my arms were getting heavier and heavier, and the milk like protein was gradually curdling into lumps......

The flesh on my arm was torn apart, and my brain was in a sharp pain that almost stopped thinking.The white ulna was exposed to the air.My femur was scattered with two pieces of flesh the size of an adult's palm.It turned out like a shedding snake.When I stabbed the Caucasian dog that had bitten my thighs.My legs were already unconscious.The blood in my feet was completely cold.The cold spread from my legs to my lower abdomen.Slowly rose to my chest......

As I stumbled, my biceps brachii and the lateral oblique muscles of my gown were bitten by a jumping Rottweiler, and a large chunk of muscle, along with soft tissues and ligaments, was torn apart by the Rottweiler's sharp teeth......

Facing seventeen menacing fighting dogs at the same time, and in the condition that I am exhausted, such a situation is absolutely impossible, but I have no hope of killing all the fighting dogs.

Because my goal wasn't dog fighting in the first place.

It's the figure that is bound outside the war zone.

When I impaled the fourteenth fighting dog with a three-edged spike in my right hand, the rest of the fighting dogs panicked, and the instinct of the creatures caused them to retreat into the corner of the dogring.

I know, they're waiting for me to die, I'm bleeding too much, I'm scarred, I'm crumbling, I'm not far from death.

Rather than risk my life to fight me, it is better to wait for me to die a natural death and then be eaten by me, and these fighting dogs have not eaten for several days before being sent to the dog ring.

And I'm the prey they see.

Thirty-four fighting dogs, now there are only three left, including the Tibetan mastiff with a green plum pendant with a cut plum, quietly watching me from a distance of ten meters, his eyes are full of the calmness and rationality of the superior. From the beginning to the present, it has not taken any action against me, but waited for the other fighting dogs to fight me to the death and exhausted my physical strength, and then took up the gun and went into battle, stealing the fruits of the labor that the other fighting dogs had paid for their lives.

Survival of the Wise.

The wolf's primitive wisdom of following its prey and fighting a war of attrition was revealed in the remaining three fighting dogs.

What makes me even more helpless is that these fighting dogs seem to have found some kind of pattern in the fight with me, and when I look directly at them, they will consciously go around behind me, and they seem to have faintly discovered the pattern that if they are targeted by me, they will die.

My hands and feet were numb and heavy, I had lost my flexibility, I could only look like an old man with rickets, I was hunched, my armpits were clamped, I staggered, I staggered forward, I staggered forward with each step, I struggled, the pain and the loose bones and muscles could no longer support my body, my vision was completely blurred, and if my willpower was a little slackened, I would collapse like a Parthenon with a broken column.

Never get up.

I knew I was going to die, I didn't fall, I don't know what, maybe it was the survival instinct, maybe it was the dignity of a man who evolved from the survival instinct, or ......

It's the vague shadow that is hard to discern.

I walked towards the edge of the dog arena step by step, dragging mud and water, no one came up to stop me, a cut plum didn't kill me with a collar, and the dog ring watchmen didn't shoot me to stop me from getting out of the battle zone.

Because, anyone who sees my broken flesh and blood clots in the open space knows that I will die without shooting.

Three fighting dogs followed me, staring at me, quietly waiting for the moment when I fell, because they knew that as long as I lived, they would be a threat to them, so they waited for my natural death, and that would have the least loss to them.