The First Heir

The crowd fell silent. All cheers quieted down.

In the stands, Ernest stood up in agitation and stared at the stage in disbelief. “It’s… Impossible!”

On one side, Philip took out a folding fan from nowhere, flipped it open, and said, “Gee, the Northern disciples are really weak.”

The folding fan in his hand was written with the words, ‘Power is a lonely feeling.’

Behind Philip, Fennel and the others as well as Leon and the other contestants smiled faintly. Leon could not believe it either. Before this, Philip had proposed to change the list. He selected a group of people from somewhere and sent them to Beechwood City in secret.

At that time, Philip had simply said, “We’ll witness the result on the competition stage. Keep everything secret.”

Now, it seemed that the group of people selected by Philip was very strong!

Ernest was furious. He turned his head, stared at Philip angrily, and roared. “You cheated! This isn’t the strength a Southern disciple should have!”

clearly the disciples of the South. You’re simply

flew out. He turned around, scratched his head, looked at Philip on the high platform, and said,

and said, “27,

of the audience, the first round

fast! It broke the fastest

was the South that defeated the North in seconds. The

at this moment, his face ashen. He felt uneasy as if he had just eaten poop. Before the match started, Ernest was very pretentious. Now, he was the total opposite. Just now,

Now…

the first win,” Philip said calmly, but it felt like a

Damn it! Simply abominable!

eyes at this moment as they watched the

on their faces suddenly became

This was a rule of the