The little cricket charged again, beginning to bite and claw at the large cricket.
"Bite it!!" At this critical moment, Yan Anzhi's heart clenched, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep frown.
In the end, the large cricket was again flipped over, and the outcome of the match seemed sealed.
However, the little cricket showed no signs of stopping. The large cricket struggled saplessly, its resistance fading until it was bites to death alive.
The old Daoist's cricket became the ultimate victor, preening and chirping in triumph, boasting its victory to everyone present.
Staring at his own dead cricket, Yan Anzhi's eyes darkened in annoyance. With a huff, he snorted, "Useless, despite being bigger in size!"
Having said this, he looked towards the old Daoist. After losing, he couldn't muster the face to ask for another cricket, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
