The little milk dog thought to itself with zero pressure that getting ice cream was so simple, its face covered in extreme joy.
The little one stood right beside them. Steward Chen's heart was beating so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest; if Little Princess were in danger, a hundred heads of his would not be enough to drop.
The owner of the fierce tiger sneered, simply stuffing another piece of raw meat into the tiger's mouth and instructing, "Fight well."
"Wait a moment, if your little dog gets eaten, you had better not go crying," he continued to taunt mockingly.
The little one shot him a cold glance, ignoring him and turning her mouth away.
Inside the beast arena, the others held no great interest in this match since the outcome was already expected; what they looked forward to even more were the subsequent matches.
The staff in charge of the match looked at the disparate combat power on both sides, feeling incomparably anxious and restless inside, but this was Steward Chen's order, leaving them with no choice.
The gong for the match rang out abruptly, its crisp, piercing sound tearing through the sky!
The fierce tiger paced back and forth across the arena stage, its slightly uptight tail as rigid as an iron rod.
Having gone through several battles and then eating bloody raw meat, the beastly nature within its body was greatly stimulated, and the heavy exertion left it ravenous.
Those few pieces of meat simply could not satisfy its needs, and hunger exposed its hunting instinct!
The fierce tiger's sharp claws heavily trampled on the arena stage, producing a dull sound, its vicious gaze fixed unblinkingly on the plump and juicy prey before it.
It walked step by step toward the