Han Bao

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


Demons Beside You

Rutherford didn't think too much about it. He may be a track runner, but he'd occasionally practiced boxing before too.

Of course, he didn't train to go compete. It was for the coordination of his arms. The movement of arms was especially important for sprinters.

In fact, running with a different posture might bring a 0.1 second difference.

Rutherford looked at how David punched and chuckled. His move was really improper, but the sandbag broke the moment he punched it. Sand shot out of the other side.

Rutherford gaped at David in shock. "Amazing."

"I'm sorry, I broke your sandbag," David said apologetically.

"It—it's okay… Are you a professional fighter?"

"Have you participated in the FDD before?"

Data Test