The number eight seemed to be frightened into stillness, not daring to move an inch.
Xiaohei, too, did not actively attack number eight, but instead, barked at it a few times.
Number eight then twisted its little head to look around for a while, as if pondering, and then, to everyone's surprise, it simply loosened its grip and plummeted from the top of the iron cage to the ground, raising a cloud of dust...
"What is this..." Yang Ruxin exclaimed with wide eyes.
"It has given up on its own," Gu Qingheng said with a smile.
"So that means... Xiaohei has won?"
Gu Qingheng nodded.
At this point, the judge for the eagle fight immediately declared number six the winner.
The crowd was boiling with excitement; those who had bet on Xiaohei winning were so thrilled they were almost brought to tears, while those who had lost were in tears of sorrow.
