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!”

looked at Troy and Philip provocatively, not taking Philip seriously

eyes went red with anger as he roared and swung his fist

his whole body swelled up suddenly,

me twice. Otherwise, you’ll die too quickly and that’ll

him. Bert’s eyes flickered, and he swung his hands. He punched Rhine’s

Biff, bang!

Rhino’s legs were as steady as a rock, not moving at all. After a set of consecutive punches, Bert slowly raised his

Retreat!

was just about to move back when

“Hehe, go to hell!”

into the air across the ring, He landed in front of Troy and

about to speak when a stream of blood spurted out of his

eyes gradually lost their luster and the

come over and kneel to

pointed