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?”

he

not care what they thought at all and

at me all at once! I don’t want to waste

do it, then!”

stout, and his muscles were

“That’s what you said. Don’t say that we’re taking advantage of our large numbers when you

certainty, “That won’t happen. You guys

through the strength of all these people just

fight. They soon

his counterattack. These people

others were a little worried as they watched. This was nearly 100

all these people to be defeated. However, Philip was different. He easily knocked out a few

howling in pain, only shock remained in the eyes of Hans and several

was covered in sweat. He waved at Hans who stood nearby and

frowned, took off his jacket, and tossed it on the ground heavily without further

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