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.

seen Philip fighting against a group

that Philip had now surpassed ordinary people. Seeing those thugs sent flying one after another by Philip, Wynn finally

eyes as big as eggs

what they were seeing in front of them. How could Philip be so good at

still the wimp who could be abused and

into anger. Martin and the others felt that since Philip could fight so well, why did he not come to

he not dispel the

Philip’s fault. Philip was the one who caused

Why are they so useless when fighting against Philip?!” Martin said

his fists lightly. “It’s best to kill Philip. After he’s dead, there won’t be so much trouble in the

those thugs would kill Philip quickly so the guy would not prance around

made a roundhouse kick and hit out with a steel pipe. He finally knocked out the last six thugs surrounding him. Philip stood on the spot without

upright. The muscles of his body gradually tensed as his aura gradually gathered. He looked like a