The First Heir

Philip snorted in anger and lightly kicked Luka in his lower back. Luka lost his balance and could only rush forward, hitting the wall with a powerful impact.

Bang!

Luka’s fist smashed into the wall. The wall shook and half of it collapsed, covering Luka in clouds of dust.

Juan sat on the sofa with his brows furrowed. He thought that Luka Sanchez was enough to kill Philip, but unexpectedly, Philip’s strength made him a little fearful.

Was this guy a disciple too?

His strength was actually not below Luka’s.

“Ahem.” Luka was choked into coughing and turned around to walk toward Philip in a wretched state.

“Damn it, you’re actually a disciple too. I was careless this time. However, your death will come soon!”

Anger filled Luka’s mind. If anger could burn, Luka’s anger now would be enough to boil the whole sea.

“I already told you that you’re not good enough, but you still think so highly of yourself. Since you want to die, I won’t stop you.”

Philip stretched out his little finger and beckoned at Luka, his disdainful expression saying it all.

roared and rushed at Philip wildly

me! Let me send

watched dumbfounded at the sight of Luka being trampled on the floor by

by Philip before he was trampled on the floor by Philip like a

What was happening here?

How could this happen?

saw Luka rushing over aggressively, and in the blink

disciple of the third zone! He could jump down from a building dozens of meters

a car into smithereens. He was an

now… Juan was

fair share of experience. His legs trembled slightly,

like Philip, who was so fast that he was almost invisible, could

mark was too low unless he was lucky enough. How the hell was

captain even had the thought of

right. Why don’t I cover your retreat?”

frowned deeply. Retreating

he would lose

“Fire!”