Chapter 975

The veins in Julian's forehead bulged as he directed all his spiritual energy to his feet. He wanted to stand up, and he desperately kept his eyes fixed on Winston.

“You overestimated yourself,” Winston remarked with a cold snort.

Then, he exerted some force with his leg, pinning Julian to the ground. Julian's face turned deathly pale.

Having just achieved a breakthrough and become a Martial Arts