The gymnasium, two ghost-faced mastiffs were engaged in a fierce fight, one of them clearly more imposing in stature.
The robust body pressed close to the opponent, and its thick toe bones came down hard with intense force.
A dull thud sounded, as that slap landed squarely on the back of the opposing ghost-faced mastiff.
Unable to withstand the heavy strike, the other mastiff collapsed to the ground, its limbs going limp.
"We won!"
The second-year high school students watching from the sidelines exclaimed.
Someone said, "Chuan's ghost-faced mastiff's Heavy Strike looks so powerful, Zhou Wu's mastiff was knocked to the ground with that slap."
"That skill's Proficiency Level must be Perfect by now."
"Awesome, Chuan."
"Woof woof!" Having defeated its opponent, Tian Xuechuan's ghost-faced mastiff stood menacingly in the arena, its fluffy fur still swirling with lingering flames.