At a critical moment, it was noticed that everyone here was holding their breath in unison, with some even closing their eyes in pain. But just at this crucial moment, a red shadow miraculously appeared, flipping the creature to the ground with a speed several times faster than that of the undead dog. The speed was like a gust of wind, and the figure was as fierce as a vicious Dexter.
Ashue scrambled up from the ground in panic, and only then did the crowd see the appearance of the red shadow. It turned out to be a large red dog, twice the size of the undead dog, fiercely pinning it to the ground. Its sturdy limbs held the undead dog firmly in place, making it difficult for it to move at all, only able to shake its head in futile resistance. The comical sight resembled a Tibetan mastiff pinning down a small deer dog. The undead dog, which should have been terrifying and fierce, now appeared so weak and helpless, its constantly shaking head seemed to protest its grievances.
"You dare to touch even your Uncle Mi's girl? Do you want to die?" Michaele looked down from above at the undead dog, his face full of mockery. As he spoke, he proudly surveyed the undead dogs that had subtly surrounded him, completely unconcerned about their menacing gazes. Michaele raised his head and said in an extremely disdainful tone, "Still want to play a group fight? You bastards, it seems you won't know fear until I beat the crap out of you!"
"Wait a minute, Michaele…" Suddenly, Ashue, who had narrowly escaped death, bravely shouted from the side.
"What is it? Little beauty, you don't want to take action yourself, do you? That won't do; if you hurt your little arms and legs, it won't be good. Just wait, big brother will help you take revenge!" Michaele grinned and raised an eyebrow at Ashue.
"...No, I mean, can you not bite with your mouth? It's too... too dirty, be careful not to get sick!" Ashue said with a worried look.
Michaele was momentarily stunned, almost being toppled by the undead dog beneath him. After all that time, Ashue ended up saying something like this. He didn't know if Ashue had a cleanliness obsession, but her intentions were good; at least she cared about him. So Michaele happily nodded, then raised his right paw and swung it fiercely. A flash of red blood light passed by, and a huge dog head rolled off the undead dog beneath him, tumbling far away.
"Come on, let your Uncle Mi show you what real combat is. Group fights are lowly; only personal strength is the true way of battle!" Michaele stood among the group of undead dogs, looking at them with high spirits. He didn't take these little undead dogs seriously at all; a dozen of them were merely a piece of cake for him, far from enough to be worth his attention.
"Aww…"
These undead dogs seemed to retain quite a bit of their nature. Seeing Michaele's much larger body, they showed a hint of vigilance and fear. However, just as they hesitated to approach, a powerful roar came from the darkness below the slope. The roar sounded particularly abrupt in the vast night and was extremely imposing. The undead dogs trembled all over and, without further hesitation, began to howl and pounce towards Michaele in the center.
"Haha, look at me beating you sons of bitches to death." Michael also roared and rushed towards them excitedly.
Michael is not aimless. Unlike Jack, he is also very fast, and dogs have an innate advantage in dealing with dogs. As for the little dogs in front of him, he can deal with them as cleanly as chopping melons and vegetables. He can often smash a living corpse dog in half with one paw, and with another paw, the opponent will be completely out of breath.
Michael was like Dexter, a jackal that rushed into a flock of sheep. He was invincible wherever he went, and no dog could stop him. He smashed the backs and necks of the zombie dogs one by one. Soon, not a single zombie dog in the field could stand up. At most, there were one or two lingering, with too much air coming in and too little air coming out.
"Yay…"
"Michael, you are great..."
The girls cheered loudly together. Even Bai Ru and Cao Mei, while helping Jack eliminate the zombie dogs, turned around and gave Michael a thumbs up.
Michael was pacing back and forth in the field with his head held high, with a proud look on his face like a general who had just returned from a victory. He faced the praises of everyone calmly without blushing. Jack felt helpless for a while with his proud expression.
"Aww…"
It was that low growl again. It was this sound that made the hesitant zombie dogs have the courage to rush towards Michael. This time it barked again, but the sound was obviously much closer. Then, with almost just a blink of an eye, the owner of the sound appeared in front of everyone.
"oh oh..."
The proud Michael was stunned. Even the big paw he raised was so surprised that he forgot to put it down. He stared blankly at the huge monster in front of him.
Is this thing still a dog? Although the opponent is not rotten and smelly like a living corpse dog, the appearance of being peeled off a layer of skin is really disgusting and frightening. What's more, the most frightening thing is the size of this thing. It is simply unbelievable. It doesn't have the figure that a dog can have. Even if a horse stands next to it, it is not as tall as it is. It looks like a skinny version of an elephant.
This living corpse can no longer be called a dog or a hound. Its blood-red eyes fixate on everyone in the arena, but when it sees Michael standing in the center with a gloomy expression, its eyes clearly show a spark of excitement. The gaping mouth gives the unsettling illusion that it is grinning maliciously.
Michael, who initially relied on his tall stature to look down on others, was now thoroughly depressed. He never expected to encounter a living corpse dog that was more than ten times taller than him. Feeling uneasy under the excited gaze of the creature, Michael could only grit his teeth and shout at it, "What are you looking at, you ugly freak!"
"Woof…" The other party growled back at him with a fierce look in its eyes.
"Michael, what is it saying? If you can't beat it, hurry up and come back!" A-Xue stood in front of the car, looking worried. She was only wearing a cute pink outfit, shivering from the cold night wind.
"I can't beat it?" Michael was indignant and angrily scratched the ground with his claws, but it seemed he was just scratching and didn't really dare to approach.
"Then why don't you talk to it? Tell it we won't fight, and ask it not to bother us, okay?" A-Xue looked fearfully at the terrifying living corpse dog across from them and hurriedly shouted at Michael. After all, it seemed she was just worried about Michael getting hurt.
"Uh? Well…" Michael awkwardly scratched his head and said helplessly, "Hehe, sorry, don't be fooled by my dog-like appearance; deep down, I'm a pure man. So I can only speak human language. As for dog language… I don't understand it!"
Everyone burst into laughter, having never seen a dog that could speak human language but not its own kind's language. But thinking about it, it made sense; they had never heard Michael bark like an ordinary dog. Instead, he only made noise in human language all day long.
"Michael, be careful. This creature is unusually mutated. You try it first, and I'll assist you from the side!" At this moment, Jack, who had finally finished his own battle, hurried over. He was also very surprised to see the giant creature and quickly loaded a special bullet into his empty gun, holding it with both hands and cautiously guarding against the enormous living corpse dog.
"Hmm!" Michael nodded gravely. Although he had already realized that the creature was a female dog, it didn't matter how female it was. If it were normal, Michael might have been able to use his unique beauty to seduce it. But now… the living corpse dog was already howling and pouncing towards him.
The massive living corpse dog lunged at him, drooling with a foul stench. Michael was so frightened that he quickly dodged to the right to avoid the attack. But who would have thought that this giant living corpse dog was not clumsy at all? On the contrary, it turned quickly and nimbly, almost biting down with a mouth the size of half of Michael's body just as it missed its initial pounce.
At this moment, although Michael had a hundred and twenty-four unwilling thoughts and didn't want to fight against such an unimaginable freak, the situation left him no choice. Even if he was reluctant, he had to brace himself, because behind him were a group of women shivering in their underwear, which meant it was either him or his master who had to step up!
Although this statement sounded somewhat ambiguous, it also ignited an unprecedented bloodlust in Michael. As he dodged the terrifying large mouth of the opponent once again, Michael let out a furious roar and spat out a huge fireball at the incoming claws.