C82 Lucky Critical Strike

"This aura is simply a monster!"

Smoker narrowed his eyes. He gripped his thigh tightly. His nails dug deep into his muscles through his pants. Blood gushed out and dyed a large patch of red.

Relying on this pain, Smoker gritted his teeth and held on. He did not want to faint. Otherwise, he would probably never be able to surpass him in his entire life