Qiao Sang looked at the Fire-Toothed Dog and was stunned for a moment.
"So spirited even after such a nasty fall..."
It seemed she had underestimated it...
Since the Fire-Toothed Dog had expressed its opinion, she naturally gave it her full support.
Watching the Fire-Toothed Dog sway on its feet yet looking convinced it could take down its opponent, Qiao Sang's eyes became resolute.
She wanted to win.
Perhaps it was the Fire-Toothed Dog's spirit that influenced her, but at this moment, the urge to win surged in her mind again.
It was no longer the mentality that she couldn't win before the match even started.
Nor was it the confidence of having thoroughly studied the opponent like in the previous matches.
Instead, it was an impulse from her youth that she hadn't felt in a long time.
A sense of hot-bloodedness that was unique to the young blazed within her once more.
"So what if we keep fighting?"
"Let the Fire-Toothed Dog get injured if need be!"
