Evil Rectification (2)

In the cage, a puppy lay on its stomach, its unkempt fur tangled and dirty, making it difficult to determine its color—whether it was white or gray. Its small head rested on its front paws, eyes closed, and it appeared to be half the size of the dog next to it. Its ears drooped, giving it a lethargic appearance.

Murong Xue's eyes flickered as she pointed at the puppy and said, "That's the one."

Murong Ye's hopeful heart sank instantly. He knew his sister had a kind heart and sympathy for the weak, but he couldn't understand why she would choose such a sickly dog for a duel. He pleaded, "This is the Colosseum. If you choose such a weak dog, we are bound to lose. Please choose another one!"

"No need for another selection. This dog is good enough," Murong Xue said softly, personally opening the iron cage.

Upon hearing the sound, the puppy slowly opened its eyes and looked at Murong Xue's warm smile. Its black eyes shone brightly, and it gradually stood up, stepping out of the cage. Gracefully, it walked towards the arena, its thin body swaying in the wind.

Murong Ye was speechless, looking up at the sky in disbelief. How could this be considered a good dog? It would be terrified by the ferocity and aggression of the Colosseum. Anyone with discerning eyes would never choose such a feeble dog!

Leaning against the fence, Xu Tianan observed as his 'General Huang' confidently entered the field, positioning himself proudly in front of the puppy. With a condescending gaze, he loomed over the puppy, his massive body casting a shadow that enveloped it, resembling a stern elder looking down on a disobedient child.

Full of disdain and amusement, Xu Tianan thought that ordinary people who engage in dog fights, even if lacking knowledge, would choose a tall and powerful dog. Murong Xue, on the other hand, had chosen a frail puppy to play with, displaying her foolishness and incorrigibility. He believed that the dog would be torn to shreds by his 'General Huang' within a few rounds, after which he would "teach a lesson" to Murong Xue, making her think twice before being arrogant in his presence.

As the duel bell rang, General Huang's aggression intensified. It howled furiously at the sky, charging viciously towards the puppy!

Meanwhile, the little dog stood there quietly, its black eyes fixed on the approaching General Huang. It didn't budge, and it was unclear whether it was unaware or simply paralyzed by fear. The stark contrast left an impression that the puppy's fate would be miserable. Murong Ye closed his eyes, unable to bear witnessing it.

A dull thud resounded, abruptly cutting off the enraged barking of the dog. Murong Ye's heart sank as he realized that the puppy had been fatally bitten. It was truly useless.

He had warned his sister not to choose a sick dog, but she didn't listen. Now, the dog was dead, and his sister had lost miserably. Soon, one of his fingers would be severed as the consequence.

"How is this possible? General Huang, how did you die?" Xu Tianan's incredulous exclamation reached Murong Ye's ears, jolting him. What? General Huang was dead?

Looking up at the arena, he saw the imposing 'General Huang' lying lifelessly on the ground, its throat torn apart, blood oozing out. Its fierce eyes had grown dull, and its chest no longer rose and fell—it was unmistakably dead.

In front of it stood the skinny puppy, looking down on it with a straight back. Its cold eyes resembled those of a proud emperor.

Murong Ye's eyes widened in astonishment. Indeed, it was 'General Huang' who had perished. In just one move, the scrawny little dog had slain the powerful and ferocious 'General Huang'. It was truly unbelievable.

"Xu Tianan, you lost the bet!" Murong Xue declared calmly, her voice devoid of any ripples.

A person from below the Colosseum swiftly carried a tray that had been prepared beforehand and rushed over to Xu Tianan. On the tray, resting on red velvet, was an unsheathed dagger, its sharp blade glinting coldly in the sunlight, causing Xu Tianan's eyes to ache.

He had lost. He was about to lose a finger. How could this be? He was the young son of the influential and esteemed Shangshufu. How could he become a crippled man missing a finger?

With a chilling gaze, Xu Tianan hastily walked towards the iron cage he had purchased, ripping it open one after another. Enraged, he unleashed a horde of large dogs, which pounced viciously on the puppies in the arena.

"Attack, tear them apart!" Xu Tianan shouted manically, observing the chaotic scene. His eyes turned bloodshot, with only one thought in his mind: as long as his dogs killed Murong Xue's dog, he would be the victor, and his finger wouldn't need to be severed.

"What are you doing, Xu Tianan? Can't accept defeat? Are you trying to play dirty tricks?" Murong Ye fumed, ready to order the Colosseum staff to drive away the dogs. However, he saw the scrawny puppy leaping into action. Its gray figure resembled a streak of light as it darted back and forth amidst the pack of dogs. The only sound that followed was the muffled snapping of necks. The fierce and aggressive dogs all fell to the ground, their lifeless eyes wide open.

The skinny puppy emerged unscathed, standing tall at the center of the arena.

Murong Ye was dumbfounded. One against four, and it emerged victoriously in such a spectacular manner. This little dog was incredibly strong. It appeared that a fierce appearance did not necessarily guarantee strength in battle, just as a weak-looking dog might not be feeble when faced with adversaries.

Xu Tianan had selected so many dogs, and they had all been defeated by this puppy. He had lost completely, and there was no reason to avoid paying the wager. He had ridiculed Murong Xue so much in the past, and now he had finally won a round. He could finally hold his head high in triumph.

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