1119 Dog King Conquers the Country (1/2)

After the Rottweiler-mix was beaten down with one hit, the original fight between the mastiff and the Rottweiler-mix became unimportant.

The mutts were starting to get worried. With their leader down and unable to support them, what will happen to them in the future?

The mastiff's pack was not relaxed either, as all of the stress was now on them. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Woof!”

”Woof woof!”

They didn't know who started it, but the mutt pack started passionately cheering for the white dog. They felt that since this white dog could defeat their boss, if it defeated their enemy's boss as well, then wouldn't it show that their boss wasn't so useless?

The mastiff looked at the white dog in a different light, finally seeing it as their equal.

When it came to their sizes, the mastiff could easily take on three or four of the white dog. The white dog didn't seem to have a winning chance at all.

The white dog seemed to be unaware of that fact, sniffing at the air and picking up on the scent of ribs. ”That smells amazing. Where did the ribs come from? Should we make them sweet-and-sour or braised?”

How could the mastiff just allow a random new dog eye the prized fresh ribs that were so hard to come by? It decided not to wait anymore, raising its head to let a roaring growl rip from its chest and puffing its entire body out, the flowing fur making it look even bigger than it was.

”There's a good saying that a biting dog doesn't bark. You should really learn from the dog earlier. If you want to fight, come over silently,” the white dog patiently explained.

Even before it finished talking, the mastiff had already made a giant leap, pressing towards the white dog with the force of Mount Everest.

The mastiff had learned a lesson from the Rottweiler, who had been defeated even before it could get a single hit in, and decided to press the white dog underneath itself before trying to go for the neck.

The white dog didn't react too much either. Its body had sprung up from the floor like a spring, reusing the same trick and cleverly worming its way into the mastiff's hug, using its head to collide with the mastiff's soft tummy.

”Another headbutt!”

The mastiff was knocked off balance with a crying whine, and it flopped onto the ground like a ragdoll, its mouth opening and closing, before regurgitating its undigested food in a mushy mess with a grunt, stinking up the entire place.

The scene had quieted down again. All of the dogs had shut their mouths, watching the unbelievable miracle with wide eyes.

How was this possible?

Two of their leaders had been completely defeated by a newcomer dog?

The white dog raised its front paw as though nothing had happened, brushing away the few strands of black hair on the top of its head. ”Is there anyone that still wants to fight? Come!”

Dogs naturally looked up to the strong, and the mutt and mastiff packs were both as silent as a winter's night, not even daring to exhale a breath, as orderly and obedient as a bunch of primary school kids.

A new leader was born—a new leader for both the mutt and mastiff packs.

Maybe not only these two.

The wind changed directions and the white dog smelled something odd in the air. When it turned back, it saw a pack of dogs gathered not too far away. It didn't know when this pack of dogs had showed up, but they had been very disciplined, obediently keeping quiet the entire time.