"Hoo"
Ye Zhiwei, in despair, let out a sudden sigh of relief.
Her sense of security surged.
He had witnessed Song Qiao's strength and knew that with his intervention, Mike was no match.
"It's fortunate I met you today."
She patted her chest nervously, her voice laced with relief and gratitude.
Song Qiao smiled. He first checked on Mike, ensuring the man posed no further threat before momentarily relaxing his guard.
"Wow, brother-in-law, you're amazing! You took him down in one move."
"I thought Mike was some big shot, but he was taken care of in a single strike."
Xia Xueqing, who had been hiding nearby, rushed out from a corner, showering Song Qiao with praise.
The man she fancied was not only brilliant in business but also incredibly formidable in combat.
A man like her brother-in-law, she couldn't understand what her sister was thinking. To actually believe Song Qiao wasn't mature enough.
Her judgment, she had to admit, was quite poor.
As she was musing internally, a muffled groan suddenly came from the corner of the wall.
Zhang Kai, who had been knocked out first, was slowly regaining consciousness.
Seeing the two women fawning over Song Qiao, he curled his lips in disdain.
A hint of jealousy welled up within him.
"Hmph, shameless. They waited until we'd worn Mike out before making their move, and then shamelessly took the credit."
"I've never seen such a brazen person in my life."
He snorted, launching into a torrent of sarcastic remarks aimed at Song Qiao.
He was merely a skilled fighter hired by Ye Zhiwei, not an employee of Xin Kai, and therefore spoke to Song Qiao with considerable disrespect.
"Oh, isn't this the great master Zhang?"
"You're finally awake. If you're so powerful, why were you the first one to fall asleep on the ground during the fight?"
As soon as Xia Xueqing heard him making snide remarks about Song Qiao, she immediately became like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
She retorted mercilessly, directly confronting Zhang Kai.
"You, a mere woman, know nothing about martial arts. What right do you have to comment?"
Zhang Kai's face turned crimson with anger at having his shortcomings exposed in public.
His lips twitched as he argued with Xia Xueqing.
"Pah, I may not have eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run."
"All I saw was you, trash, being taken down by Mike in one move, and then my brother-in-law subdued Mike with just one move."
Who was stronger and who was weaker, even a three-year-old could see that, right?
Zhang Kai was no match for Xia Xueqing's sharp tongue.
Within a few words, she had hit his weak spot and was relentlessly attacking.
Zhang Kai trembled with rage. He knew he couldn't win a verbal sparring match against Xia Xueqing, so he turned and cast a disdainful glance at Song Qiao.
"Always hiding behind women, I don't know how someone like you can even claim to practice martial arts."
Song Qiao, seeing his exasperated state, couldn't help but feel amused.
He deliberately played along with Xia Xueqing's words and taunted him further:
"You, on the other hand, were standing in front of the women earlier, but you just happened to pass out a bit too soon."
These words almost made Zhang Kai faint again.
These two were relentless, harping on his being knocked unconscious earlier.
"Alright, Zhang Kai, say less."
Ye Zhiwei, unable to bear it any longer, quickly tugged at Zhang Kai, urging him to rein himself in.
His own skill was lacking, and after being knocked out, his first act upon waking was to mock Song Qiao.
This made Ye Zhiwei look down on his character.
However, Zhang Kai did not appreciate this well-intentioned reminder.
He snorted and glared fiercely at Song Qiao.
"Kid, I'm not convinced by you. If you have the guts, let's have a one-on-one match."
With that, he made a gesture of invitation, forcing Song Qiao to agree to a spar.
"Spar with you?"
Song Qiao's expression was one of slight surprise.
He then shook his head dismissively and said, "I'm afraid I don't think you're worthy."
After speaking, he prepared to pull Xia Xueqing away.
"Damn it, you little punk, you're asking for death."
Zhang Kai roared and lunged forward, attempting to grab Song Qiao's shoulder.
Those words had completely ignited his fury.
Since childhood, his martial arts had been his greatest pride, and being belittled by Song Qiao as unworthy made him want to fight to the death.
"I already said you're not worthy. If you pester me further, I'll really beat you."
With a slight shift of his shoulder, Song Qiao inflicted a sharp pain on Zhang Kai's palm, sending him stumbling back a step.
"Good kid, you really have some skill."
Zhang Kai remained defiant verbally, but a flicker of shock crossed his eyes.
Song Qiao, without even turning his head, continued to walk forward, pulling Xia Xueqing with him.
This feeling of being ignored instantly caused Zhang Kai's fury to erupt.
"You want to leave? If you don't fight me today, you're not going anywhere."
"Today, I'll show you, a man who seeks fame for deeds not his own, what true martial arts are."
With that, he stamped his foot hard.
He then shot forward like an arrow, charging at Song Qiao with incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye, he was behind Song Qiao.
He immediately unleashed his palm, putting all his effort into his signature move, the Wan Tong Quan.
"Song Qiao, be careful!"
Ye Zhiwei never expected Zhang Kai to be so unreliable and quickly cried out to warn Song Qiao.
"Brother-in-law, dodge quickly!"
Xia Xueqing, standing beside them, was also stunned by the sudden turn of events.
In her panic, she tried to pull Song Qiao aside.
But clearly, there was no time.
It seemed that in the next second, Song Qiao would have to take the full force of the blow.
"You're seeking death!"
Song Qiao let out a cold snort. Facing the incoming palm strike again, he had completely lost his patience with Zhang Kai.
Even with his own strength, if he hadn't dodged in time, he might have been injured by this move.
Zhang Kai had clearly intended to kill him with this strike.
Such a disposition was hardly that of someone engaging in a friendly spar.
He powerfully propelled himself upwards with his legs, completing a mid-air rotation.
Then, with all his might, he threw a punch, which violently collided with Zhang Kai's palm.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed.
Zhang Kai, instantly like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward.
Then, large amounts of blood gushed from his mouth.
In the next moment, his face was ashen.
"I gave you a chance, and you didn't cherish it, insisting on courting death. Today, for Zhiwei's sake, I'll spare you."
"Next time you dare to act like this, don't blame me for being impolite."
Zhang Kai, lying on the ground, heard these words, and his already pale face grew even more grim.
His full-power attack was no match for his opponent, not even for a single exchange.
This blow shattered the confidence he had built over the years.