Wang Qiubo was like a hoe thrown to the ground by Xu Xingguang.
Crack!
That was the sound of a skull shattering.
Wang Qiubo lay on the ground, convulsing, blood oozing from the center of his forehead.
He struggled a few times and then lost his resistance.
For a moment, the Underground Beast Fighting Arena was unusually quiet.
No one could believe that a fighter over thirty years old with relatively rich combat experience could be so quickly defeated by a delicate young girl.
No, she wasn't fragile or easily bullied at all.
What kind of delicate girl could casually pick up a man of over a hundred pounds in the middle of a fight, like a farmer raising a hoe to dig, and throw him to the ground?
In the lounge, Li Yucheng witnessed this scene, his pupils trembled slightly.
Staring at Wang Qiubo, who lay on the ground, incapable of action, Li Yucheng wasn't sure if he would have any power to resist if he was in Wang Qiubo's place, facing Xu Xingguang's attack.
