Zheng Nianru was immediately attracted to the animals chaotically flying about in the arena, the wild rabbits, foxes, and wolves, all with the natural instinct for danger and the same propensity for killing.
A wild fox immediately spotted a rabbit that had come its way, and in its panic, almost collided with it. The rabbit was also agile, rolling mid-way and escaping in the opposite direction, its powerful hind legs kicking up dirt that swept across the fox's face.
The next moment, the fox sprang forward, pouncing on the rabbit and biting down on its neck.
The bloody scene seemed so real that the scent of blood appeared to waft over. Zheng Nianru leaned forward unconsciously, gripping the peacock feather fan tightly to suppress the excitement in her heart.
Zheng Haoyuan glanced at his cousin, feeling proud. This was just a small scene.
