Tangyuan felt that pinning someone down with two canine legs was giving the werewolf too much credit.
Better to use just one leg.
With that thought, Tangyuan lifted one leg.
Werewolf Boy was delighted. Most of the pressure had vanished-he had a chance to break free!
But a moment later, a single paw pinned him to the ground, leaving him unable to muster any strength. It felt as though he were trapped beneath not a dog's paw, but an entire Five-Finger Mountain.
"Both of you, calm down. We already have a winner. There's no need to fight so fiercely." Ke Meng wanted the two of them to settle down.
But Werewolf Boy refused to accept it. What was a little blood? A real man only lost when he could no longer stand.
Ke Meng did not want to hear his excuses. If he said Werewolf Boy had lost, then he had lost, unless he was stronger than Tangyuan.
After being pinned down for several minutes, Werewolf Boy's blood stopped boiling as fiercely as before. His urge to compete subsided, and he gradually calmed down.
"Let me go. I'm done fighting." Werewolf Boy did not admit defeat; he only said he would stop fighting.
Ke Meng nodded at Tangyuan. As long as he stopped, that was enough.
Winning or losing did not matter, and they could fight wherever they pleased. But Ke Meng did not want to watch them fight to the death right now, so he had no choice but to forcibly restrain them. Once Werewolf Boy calmed down, he understood that too. This was Ke Meng's turf, and Ke Meng was stronger than him. Under someone else's roof, he had to bow his head.
"Come, sit." Ke Meng patted a patch of undamaged lawn and took three bottles of