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

care what they thought at all and

at once! I don’t want to waste

it, then!”

very stout, and his

said. Don’t say that we’re

head and said with certainty, “That won’t happen. You guys can just go

seen through the strength of all these people just now. There

everyone was ready to fight. They soon attacked Philip one after

dodging the moves of a few people, he started his counterattack. These people were

they watched. This was nearly 100

defeated. However, Philip was different. He easily knocked out a few people close to him

people in training uniforms were knocked out until finally, Philip was the last man standing. Seeing everyone sprawled on the ground howling in pain, only shock remained in the eyes of Hans and several

covered in sweat. He waved at Hans who stood nearby and shouted, “Don’t

jacket, and tossed it on the ground heavily without

people. It seems that you have some strength!