The First Heir

At the announcement, the crowd went wild!

No one expected the long-awaited match to happen so soon!

The second match was national martial arts against the Lopez family of Fusha!

Cheers and discussions erupted all over the place!

At this scene, some spectators who did not know the inside story asked in confusion, “What’s the matter? Why is there so much excitement over this hype?”

“Yeah, wasn’t there just some trash talk before the match? Why is everyone so excited now?”

Someone who knew the inside story explained at this time, “Don’t you know? The Fusha martial arts delegation is represented by the Lopez family this time. It’s that person sitting right in the middle. His name is Javi Lopez. He has challenged many national martial arts families without a single defeat, and his methods are extremely ruthless. Many people got their arms and legs broken by him, and they can’t practice martial arts ever again. Moreover, these b*stards also provoke our national martial arts and even humiliate our people. So, don’t you think we should cheer for national martial arts?”

“That’s right! Those people don’t even consider whose territory they’re in! Hundreds of years ago, they learned our national arts and modified it!”

The crowd was excited as wave after wave of shouts and cheers for national martial arts could be heard.

On the stage, Josh stood there alone with a proud look and indifferent eyes. His arms were across his chest as he looked calmly at the approaching Mateo Lopez.

The host also ran over at this moment and asked, “Do you need to substitute?”

his head and said into the microphone, “No need, I’m

Brazen!

The crowd cheered!

and dignity of

with a provocative gesture. He said in a cold voice, “You damn pig! I, Mateo Lopez, will use my strength to prove that your national martial arts are nothing

saying that, Mateo waved a greeting

Show him the

“Mateo, you’re the best!”

the strongest boxer in Fusha!

Fusha audience was so excited that they almost

before turning around and bowing to Javi and Rafael on the high platform. He shouted, “Patriarch, Young Master, let me put an end

he turned around, adjusted his uniform, and assumed a fighting stance. He said grimly, “You’ll die miserably! If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I’ll

martial arts were

Fusha boxing was the true martial

However…

attention to the guy in front of him. He just looked

responded and shouted, “Start

Bang!

the

off the stage, he felt a gush of

thud spread throughout the