The First Heir

As soon as he said that, Titus’ punch struck out and knocked Philip back half a step.

Philip’s eyes widened as he looked at Titus, whose face was full of anger. He made an inward judgment.

Interesting. This Titus Denver actually had the strength of the fourth zone. No wonder he could become one of the five candidates for the Northfrost Supreme!

However, in front of Philip, such strength was just child’s play.

Meanwhile, the shock on Titus’ face was more obvious than Philip’s. However, he tried to tone it down.

‘This guy was actually not sent flying under my punch! In that case, it could only mean that this guy is also a supernatural being or a door disciple!’

His strength should be in the third zone and above. It should not exceed the fourth zone. Thus, Titus did not take him too seriously.

Within the boundaries of the fourth zone, his strength was basically invincible. It was because the potential he developed was physical art and fighting art. His explosive power was very strong just like a humanoid tyrannosaurus!

Generally, those who trained in energy attributes and material rules would fall one step short when they encountered someone like Titus who trained in physical arts. Perhaps a long-ranged attack might pose some problems for Titus. However, if it was a rage within a ten-meter radius, physical skills were unbeatable. This was a recognized standard in the disciple world.

“Hehe, kid, I didn’t expect you to have some strength. But this level isn’t enough for me! I advise you to kneel down and apologize to my sister immediately before I get angry! Otherwise, I can‘t guarantee what will happen next.”

Titus withdrew his fist, his eyes as cold as a blade. He craned his neck at the same time, making a creaking sound.

hall,

get serious. The dozen or so soldiers

large space was vacated

chased to the sides. Many people took out their phones, ready to record

not be easily exposed to the eyes of the world. Otherwise, it would

stripe uniform. His strong muscles were exposed to everyone‘s sight. That burly figure

Too manly!

guy worthy to

eyes and cheered with their arms raised, “Young Master Titus, go for it! Down with

go, go! Young

many guys started to cheer for

someone of Titus’ identity

side, with a calm expression. He swept his

the arena. Then, be tapped the floor with his feet, jumping up and down while posing with different fighting stances. He kept shaking his body from side to side as if he

merely pretentious actions. From an outsider’s point of view, Titus’ actions were simply too cool

girls fainted from

his fingers and said to Philip, “Kid, just take your best shot. As long as you can survive three moves

that,

one could survive even

moves, he was