The First Heir

Slow! He was simply too slow!

Philip shook his head helplessly and met Tyler’s punch easily. Philip turned around smoothly, switched the punch he had prepared to a palm strike, and knocked Tyler down with a simple attack using his palm.

The rules here stated that they could not use the strength of a disciple indiscriminately.

After all, no one could afford for anything to happen. Thus, they could only rely on their physical strength. At this point, dead silence filled the training ground. Tyler quickly got up from the ground, his face full of disbelief.

“Impossible! I wasn’t prepared just now. Let’s start again!”

Philip stood in the same spot and looked around. He saw everyone’s questioning gazes. Hence, he cleared his throat, and his voice echoed clearly on the training ground.

“All of you can come at me together.”

As he said that, everyone was a little stunned, but they soon started talking loudly.

“What is he talking about? How dare he ask us to attack him together? We have nearly 100 people here!”

“He must be bragging, right?”

dare he say

what they

all at once!

do it, then!” a gruff voice

man stood out. His figure was very stout, and his muscles were hardly concealed by the

that we’re taking advantage of our large

and said with certainty, “That won’t happen. You guys

seen through the strength of all these people just now.

fight. They

few people, he started his counterattack. These people were his

and the others were a little worried as they watched. This was nearly

fight, it was impossible for all these people to be defeated. However, Philip was different. He easily

last man standing. Seeing everyone sprawled on the ground howling in pain, only shock remained in the eyes of Hans and several other envoys. They did not expect that this killing god would

at Hans who stood nearby and shouted, “Don’t you

his jacket, and tossed it on the ground

actually took down all of my people. It seems that you have some strength! No wonder the boss holds you in high regard!”