The beast's eyes were full of hatred.
It charged towards Song Jia, intending to kill.
Song Jia stood calm.
Her hands clenched into fists.
She focused her energy on her hands, covering it with scales that looked like that of a dragon's. Since the beast's skin was made of iron, she made her fists covered in steel.
The ground shook as the beast ran towards her.
Dust smoke covered the two opponents as they came close.
The group watching didn't know who would be the victor, though they had placed their bets on their friend.
Suddenly they saw the beast thrown upwards.
A second later, Song Jia followed. Leaping upwards, she delivered a spinning hook kick to the beast's head.
For the people below to have seen that, their eyes bulged.
"Is he crazy?! His leg is going to break! That skin is made of iron!!!" Su Ming exclaimed, worry etched on his face.
The others were worried as well. But they could not utter a sound.