The First Heir

“Hah!”

The eight men stood in front of Philip and flexed their arms. Their muscles swelled, and their clothes rustled. Finally, the buttons of their clothes broke apart, revealing unusually strong muscles.

“The Eight King Kongs challenge you!”

“They just have a little more muscles. What’s the big deal? Do you think these eight muscular simpletons can deal with me? How naive!”

Philip was very disdainful of the Eight King Kongs, and they were also annoyed by his expression.

“You’re seeking death! I’ll make you regret it later!”

The Eight King Kongs spread out, surrounded Philip from all sides, and attacked him at the same time. Master Bear took out another cigar and lit it again. He crossed his legs and watched the Eight King Kongs and Philip fight as if he was watching a performance.

the Eight King Kongs were expert fighters who

was simply looking for

not show the slightest fear. Like an arrow, he rushed toward a King Kong in the forefront and aimed a

Philip’s kick, but Philip’s movements were too fast. When the opponent had just figured out how to deal with it, Philip had already kicked the

“Argh!”

and fell heavily on the long table in front of Master Bear, smashing the table to

flushed face, the King Kong

sh*t! Useless

did not expect one of his men to be taken down just as

were only seven of the Eight King Kongs left. The corners of the seven men’s eyes twitched. They thought that Philip was really a bit reckless, and they seemed to have

of the two at the same time, the others recovered their senses and immediately continued to attack Philip. Philip nonchalantly handled the remaining five, who let out miserable cries from time to time

he looked at the men he had pinned high hop es up on being knocked to the floor so