The First Heir

Master Willow was not an ordinary person but a disciple of the first zone behind the Nonagon. However, he was eliminated not long after. Despite that, as someone who had entered the door, his strength was still prominent. With some marketing, he had become a so-called master.

Ron and Hood walked slowly into the ring and stood on either side of Philip.

“You’re the first person with the guts to challenge us. In a moment, you’ll taste the power of our combined attack technique, so you can die in peace after that” Ron, who had a fair face, said coldly.

Facing an opponent like Philip, Ron and Hood dared not take him lightly. After all, Philip had already shown his strength just now.

“Stop dallying like a woman and hurry up with your attacks.” Philip urged impatiently.

He naturally saw the difference in these two but they did not seem to transcend the secular world. As a Dragon Warrior, Philip still had the confidence to deal with them.

“Go to hell!”

Hood roared, leaned forward, and charged at Philip. He stretched his arms out and swept at Philip’s waist.

same time and jtunped up to kick Philip’s

“Good!”

as if he was watching a

smoking and watched the fight between the three carefully. The two of them were looking forward to Philip’s victory at this time. They could not allow themselves to suffer losses while Willis sat back and reaped the rewards. They came here

however, Willis looked a little anxious. A faint feeling of unease

out his hands and grabbed Ron’s lightning-fast kick. A huge force gripped Ron’s ankle. Ron was shocked but it was too late to

then swung Ron’s body like a giant ax and flung him out at

wide open in

cried

of

his speed forward, wanting to rush

Bam!

bent back at a bizarre 180-degree angle.

arc of Ron’s body, everyone stood up in