The First Heir

Bert Cress raised his brows and said loudly, “Master Crow, let me go first. I’ll make a good head start in this match!”

After saying that, Bert quickly ran to the ring in the arena. When he reached the ring, he did a body flip to get onto the stage. Although Bert was not an expert, he had practiced martial arts for several years. However, due to a lack of talent, his achievements were also limited.

“Hehe, how dare he come here and show off with just a few moves? As expected of a country bumpkin. Rhino, go ahead. Make it clean.”

Rhino took off the robe he was wearing, revealing his bulging muscles. After two steps, he jumped over a distance of more than ten meters and landed firmly on the ring.

Troy’s blood ran cold at this sight. Just this scene alone was ten times flashier than Bert’s.

“Young Master Clarke, you… should give up,” Troy said in a low voice.

“He’s just a bogus fighter. Are you intimidated?” Philip turned around and asked.

Troy was silent. He really was a little intimidated.

“Hey Crow, and that little guy, watch closely. I only need one punch to send him to the pearly gates, hahaha!”

Troy and Philip provocatively, not taking Philip

with anger as he roared and swung

sneered maliciously. The muscles in his whole body swelled up suddenly, making them

Otherwise, you’ll die too quickly and that’ll

hit him. Bert’s eyes flickered, and he swung his

Biff, bang!

After a set of consecutive punches, Bert slowly raised his head to look at Rhino, who was showing a disdainful

Retreat!

retreating popped up in his mind. Bert was

“Hehe, go to hell!”

the air across

at Troy and was about to speak when a stream of blood spurted out of

Bert’s eyes gradually lost their luster and the words he

and that little guy, are you afraid now? If you are, come over and

pointed his middle finger,