"Crazy, this guy must be insane!"
Seeing Song Qiao dare to speak so wildly and insult the opponent, everyone present could only think this one thought.
"You audacious brat, I'll make you beg for mercy and crawl on the ground to kowtow to my grandfather later!"
Hu Peng never expected Song Qiao to dare to provoke him, and was immediately furious.
"Stop the nonsense and just get on with it."
Song Qiao completely ignored his threat and stood his ground, ready.
"Hmph, doesn't know his limits."
Hu Peng suddenly tore off his clothes, revealing his well-built muscles.
"Kid, I'll be honest, I wasn't even using my full strength in those last two rounds."
"Today, I'll show everyone what happens when I go all out, and what your fate will be."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below couldn't help but gasp.
His muscular physique, combined with his words, dealt a significant psychological blow to the onlookers.
"He wasn't even using his full strength in the last two rounds? What level of master is this?"
"Song Qiao is truly doomed this time."
The crowd marveled at Hu Peng's formidable strength while casting pitying glances at Song Qiao.
Xia Yuqing's face turned pale, and she couldn't bear to watch, covering her eyes.
She had already foreseen her husband being brutally beaten and losing his life.
Xia Xueqing was terrified and fidgeted restlessly like an ant on a hot pan.
"Kid, take this!"
At that moment, Hu Peng charged at Song Qiao with a fierce leap, his fists whistling through the air.
However, Song Qiao merely smiled slightly and calmly remained in place.
"Damn it, I thought he had some skill, but it turns out he's just a one-trick pony."
Xia Haibin, watching from the side, scoffed dismissively, his eyes full of mockery.
"Hasn't Song Qiao been scared stiff? Why is he just standing there, not even trying to dodge?"
Many people closed their eyes as they spoke, anticipating the next moment when Song Qiao's head would be splattered with blood.