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!”

Turner, that’s nonsense. They’re clearly the disciples of the South. You’re simply too ignorant of the situation in the

the high platform, and said, “Young Patriarch, I’m

smiled and said, “27, you did

audience, the first round of the competition started and ended just

fastest

in seconds. The audience could not react for a

felt uneasy as if he had just eaten poop. Before the match started, Ernest was very

Now…

giving way. We’ll take the first win,” Philip said

Damn it! Simply abominable!

rubbed their eyes at this moment as they watched

the North being defeated in seconds, the expressions on their faces suddenly became excited. Immediately after, all

also rang at this time! This was