Chapter 87: The Cricket Championship

Even the North Field Dog King was startled and hastily opened his eyes.

Then he saw a white dog, drenched in blood, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Little White!"

As befit a dog king, he recognized his fighting dog at once.

Just then, the ghost mastiff leaped.

One paw came down squarely on the white dog’s head.

Then it bared a row of bloodied teeth at the North Field Dog King.

It was obvious it had long disliked this swaggering old man.

"You vile beast, you want death!"

How could the illustrious North Field Dog King endure a dog’s provocation?

He was on the verge of forcing the door open and going in himself.

Fortunately, the referee reacted quickly enough and seized the old man at once.

"This goes against the rules!"

He also shouted sternly.

Seeing the old man on the verge of exploding, the ghost mastiff actually showed a sinister smile.

The force beneath its foot increased, and it even shot a taunting look at the old man.

Crack, crack!

A series of grating sounds, like steel against steel, came from the skull.

The North Field Dog King’s eyes went bloodshot.

"Little White! Little White!"

But by then the white giant dog had already lost consciousness and fallen into a dead faint.

No matter how the old man called out, it was useless.

In the end, the North Field Dog King shouted, "Referee, I surrender!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the referee was about to announce the result.

Then a dull thud rang out.

Fresh red spray splattered across him.

"What..."

He looked over in confusion.

At that moment, the ghost mastiff had already killed the white giant dog, and with a single blow to the head.

A low, guttural whine.

"No!"

Seeing his beloved fighting dog die, the North Field Dog King lost all composure and fainted on the spot.

Even Xiao Yang had not expected this. He had already been about to call the ghost mastiff back, but it was still a step too late.

This also made Xiao Yang realize that the ghost mastiff’s lust for slaughter was far too intense.

Far beyond that of ordinary demonic beasts; even some carnivorous beasts, when they are full, will not kill wantonly.

But the ghost mastiff clearly took pleasure in killing.

"Number eighty-eight advances," the referee’s voice rang out.

Xiao Yang also opened the iron gate.

However, the ghost mastiff did not return. Instead, it shook its head.

Its eyes flickered with eerie red light.

When that gaze fell on Xiao Yang, it somehow bared its fangs.

"What are you staring at? Get out here."

At first Xiao Yang did not pay much attention and called out directly.

But the ghost mastiff ignored him.

At once Xiao Yang felt a little embarrassed.

"Competitor number eighty-eight, please have your fighting dog leave at once. Do not delay the other contestants," the referee said impatiently.

The next moment, Xiao Yang’s face darkened.

If you won’t come out, then I’ll go in.

He pushed open the iron gate and walked in. Almost at the same instant, the ghost mastiff lunged at him.

"You really never learn, do you?"

Xiao Yang gave a cold smile.

His body shifted slightly, and he dodged the attack.

At the same time, he drove a fist into the ghost mastiff’s head.

The previously ferocious ghost mastiff was knocked unconscious by that single blow.

Then everyone saw a young man, one hand gripping the hind leg of a top-tier fighting dog, dragging it toward the outside.

When the crowd saw Xiao Yang emerge, they had wanted to step forward and congratulate him.

But the situation seemed a little off.

Xiao Yang was dragging the ghost mastiff back by one leg.

Fortunately, the ghost mastiff had rough skin and thick flesh; otherwise, its face would have been ruined on the way.

"Big brother, victory and defeat are common in battle. Don’t take it too hard," Jin Ying stepped forward and comforted him.

He thought Xiao Yang had simply been unlucky and run into an old, seasoned fighting dog.

"What are you talking about?"

Xiao Yang blinked and asked.

Then he casually set the ghost mastiff down and sat on it.

"Big brother, did you win or lose?"

Seeing that Xiao Yang did not look the least bit sad, and did not seem like someone who had lost, he asked carefully.

"Lose? How could that be? Of course I won."

Xiao Yang rolled his eyes. With his strength, losing in this match would have been the difficult thing.

The only one that could pose any threat to the ghost mastiff was the cage’s reigning champion.

But as long as he raised the ghost mastiff’s level, even that would be no issue.

"Uh..."

"Then this ghost mastiff is..."

"This thing wouldn’t behave, so I beat it," Xiao Yang said candidly.

Everyone was a little dazed.

There was such a master? Win the match, then get beaten down afterward.

Of course, they had not seen the scene of the ghost mastiff attacking its owner. If they had, their opinion would have been to beat it to death.

Dogs, whether ordinary dogs or fighting dogs, if they dare to bite their own master, are a menace if kept.

Just then, the ghost mastiff’s body twitched.

Its constitution was so tough that even Xiao Yang found it surprising.

That last punch had used a tenth of his strength.

Even a demonic beast at the peak of the demon master realm should have slept half a day from that; he had not expected this fellow to wake so quickly.

Less than a hundred breaths had passed from beginning to end.

And then it stood up as well.

When the ghost mastiff saw Xiao Yang, it could not help shrinking its neck.

By the final moment, it had already recovered consciousness.

It also knew very well why it had fainted.

"You’re awake?"

Hearing Xiao Yang ask it, the ghost mastiff instinctively lowered its head, looking somewhat fearful.

It was clearly frightened out of its wits.

"Don’t be scared. As long as you don’t court death, I absolutely won’t hit you."

Xiao Yang reached out and stroked the ghost mastiff’s head.

Even the four brothers of the Jin family were dumbfounded.

That once-proud fighting dog had become a house dog in an instant.

In front of Xiao Yang, it had not a shred of arrogance left.

At this moment, they all wanted to know just what the ghost mastiff had gone through to have every trace of pride ground away.

Ghost mastiff: Beatings! If there was the slightest disagreement, it was a beating. One punch to knock you down, then heal you, then continue beating you.

Wronged.

Aggrieved.

All manner of feelings surfaced in the ghost mastiff’s heart for the first time.

"All right, it’s getting late. Let’s go fight crickets."

Xiao Yang felt that he was very busy, busy going to fight crickets.

For some reason, he seemed to have turned into a decadent young lord.

Cockfighting, dogfighting, cricket fighting.

The three favorite amusements of a wastrel, and in one day he had done them all.

"Yes, big brother! I’ll lead the way."

Jin Ying hurried ahead to guide him, while Wang Xi had already gone to the cricket preliminary venue to help Xiao Yang register and collect his number.

This time, too, the timing was perfect.

Just as they entered, Wang Xi rushed over.

He thrust the number in Xiao Yang’s hand and said anxiously, "Young Master Xiao, you’re finally here. It’s your turn now. If you don’t go on stage soon, your qualification will be canceled."

With two million taels at stake, Xiao Yang did not dare be careless.

He hurried into the arena and began the cricket contest.

The cricket Xiao Yang bought was a very common kind.

But after ten layers of enhancement.

Setting aside everything else, crushing ordinary chickens should not be a problem.

And the battle was exceptionally brutal and swift.

In one bowl, Xiao Yang’s cricket won nine against one, advanced successfully, and obtained the qualification to participate in the Cricket Championship.

It also set the record for the fastest time.

Three breaths.

It was almost like a shadow flashing past.

As for the other people’s crickets, they were obviously already in bad shape.

When he came out, he happened to see Wang Xi, and was about to ask where to collect the prize.

If all three winnings were added together,

it would be one and a half million taels, and that was by no means a small sum.