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

hands behind his head, his attitude was arrogant He held his chin high, chewed gum, and said

said, “Very good. I like your arrogant personality. It suits my taste. I hope you

it, you’re so full of crap. Hurry up and fight. Stop

side, the blue veins on Kent’s

could this arrogant kid be so

past, his opponents would either be afraid of him 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

seeing the ball of fire conjured