The First Heir

Fighting was a physically demanding exercise. Although one often did not feel tired in a state of tension, that was only the mental state. Often, many people would suddenly break down while fighting, simply because their physical strength could not keep up. When their physical energy was severely depleted, even if the spirit was excited, the body would say no.

At this moment, Philip was in a state of unrestrained energy consumption, so Old Cain’s subordinates judged that Philip’s physical strength would not last long.

A true expert would control their pace and save their physical strength to the greatest extent to prolong the fight.

Old Cain naturally understood the subordinates’ meaning, but looking at Philip getting more vigorous the longer he fought, he could not help but feel that perhaps this guy in front of him was not normal. It was all because of the look in Philip’s eyes just now. That gaze made an indescribable feeling well in his heart.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry. Let’s just talk about the two of you. If you were in his position, can you do what he did? He’s just an ordinary person. One against a dozen is already very impressive.”

Old Cain pointed to the ground as he spoke. More than a dozen thugs were sprawled on the floor, groaning while clutching their chests without the strength to even get up. The two subordinates hesitated for a moment before shaking their heads in unison. It was almost impossible for them to accomplish such a feat no matter how hard they tried.

“Boss, no matter how amazing he is, he’s just a normal person. If you take action, he’ll be doomed for sure.” An underling tried to flatter his boss at this moment.

at Philip with wide eyes, worried that he would be hurt. Although she had seen Philip fighting against a group of people several times, she still could not help but worry. After all, Wynn

to mention that Philip had now surpassed ordinary people. Seeing those thugs sent

eyes as big as eggs and their jaws wide

were seeing in front of

the wimp who could be abused and humiliated

quickly turned into anger. Martin and the others felt that since Philip could fight so well, why did

did he not dispel the crisis before

one who caused the

so energetically just now. Why are they

Philip. After he’s dead, there won’t be so much

he prayed silently in his heart that those thugs

wished. While they hoped for Philip to be killed on the spot, Philip made a roundhouse kick and hit out with a steel

body gradually tensed as his aura gradually gathered. He looked like a tiger entering battle