At that moment, the Young Master wearing a brocade robe suddenly leapt straight at Old White and grabbed onto its neck thinking flip himself up to ride on it. But with a throw of Old White's back, the Young Master flew up and flipped in the air before landing back on the ground to backpedal a few steps.
And at that moment, Old White seemed to be highly restless, its hooves kicking upon the ground as it neighed softly a few times before it suddenly charged straight towards the man wearing a brocade robe, to knock down the man who had just barely managed to regain his balance and pinned him under its great belly.
Seeing the brocade robed man crushed till his face flushed a deep red, unable to escape as he struggled in vain, the crowd outside the arena roared with laughter, the raucous laughter reverberating throughout the venue, exceptionally loud.
