Chapter 1141 Callan stepped on Lucifer‘s chest. Then, he lifted his head to look at the screaming audience around him.
The feeling of stepping on his rival and becoming the center of countless people‘s attention was excellent. It was too wonderful for words. He felt as if he was on top of the world.
Callan also never thought that Lucifer would be so weak.
He had collapsed before they had even fought a few rounds. Callan thought they would be in an intense fight today. It was possible he would need to show all of his trump cards before he could win.
In the end, he did not even show any of them, yet he won so easily?
It seemed that Old Master Grim was not that great. He had taught Lucifer for so long, but that kid never improved. Callan had no idea that if David had not helped him secretly, he would be have been taken down before he could show his trump card.
The poison of Black Demon Palm was no joke.
Even if Lucifer had just learned it and he was not that strong, it was not something Callan could endure. If he were hit, he would surely be injured. Lucifer lay on the ground, feeling lifeless.
A combat skill was called a combat skill because it was more powerful than other techniques.
Hence, one could not use them casually like any other normal technique as it would exhaust them.
Lucifer‘s body could no longer take it after using the low–grade combat skill Black Demon Palm so many times.
He was furious as he looked at Callan, who was stepping on his chest and towering over him. Then, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
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