"Awoo—"
After being knocked over for the forty-ninth time, Little Flower finally couldn't help but let out a mournful Wolf Howl. Whether it was due to the impact or lack of strength, it trembled and lay on the ground, seemingly without the power to rise and fight again.
Mo Yan hurried over, and seeing Little Flower disheveled and in a sorry state, she couldn't help but hug its neck with a heart full of pity, "It's okay, Little Flower, you just haven't fought enough to beat it. Once you have some fighting experience, you'll definitely knock it flat."
Little Flower looked at Mo Yan, its proud wolf eyes filled with the discouragement of defeat. It whimpered a few times, struggled to stand up, and positioned itself in front of Mo Yan, facing the other wolf and letting out a series of fierce growls.
