The First Heir

Hearing Ernest’s haughty remarks, Philip looked grave.

A mage at the peak of the fifth zone with one foot in the sixth zone. It was a little tricky, indeed. However, Philip chuckled and said, “Villa Master Turner, don’t count your chickens yet. We won’t know the outcome until the match begins.”

Hearing that, Ernest snorted and said, “Hehe, you’re very bold, indeed. You’re calm and composed. In that case, let’s look forward to it!”

On the competition stage, Kent and Ethan stood facing each other. Ethan was dressed in a white casual outfit while Kent was in a blue suit and wore black-rimmed glasses. He was tall and handsome with a smile on his lips.

After the host announced the official start of the match, a weird silence fell over the venue. Neither of them took the lead but stood silently as if observing their opponent.

About five minutes later, Kent broke the silence. He pushed the frame of his glasses and said with a smile, “Ethan Clarke, I hope you remember my name because I’ll become your nightmare. You’re my 108th opponent, and I hope you can make me happy.”

Why should I make you happy? I’ll hammer you, believe it or

arrogant He held

“Very good. I like your arrogant personality. It suits my taste. I hope you can still say the same words in a

so full of crap. Hurry up and fight. Stop dawdling like a

veins on Kent’s forehead throbbed

could this

or take him seriously. However, this flippant guy in front of him seemed to take no notice of him at all. This hurt Kent’s

“Hehehe…”

the palm of his hand, and he said with a terrifying smile, “Arrogant guy, you have to pay the price for your pride just now! I’m a mage, a real mage! In my opinion, lowly disciples like you

ball of fire conjured by Kent, everyone was