The First Heir

On the competition stage, Rick displayed the famous Fusha martial art technique.

Everyone in the audience was dazzled by Rick’s ten figures on stage. Which one was the real one?

Ernest’s face darkened as he felt a sense of crisis. He never expected the unknown Rick Davenport to have mastered the advanced martial art of Fusha. He turned to look at Philip who sat indifferently with his legs crossed. Hatred flashed in his eyes as he waved to his subordinates and said in a low voice, “Mobilize all the people we have arranged around the city. Once we lose this competition, we’ll make a move immediately! No matter who it is, kill them all!”

“Yes!” The subordinate responded and left the venue.

On stage, Todd frowned angrily as he stared at Rick’s ten figures around him.

‘Damn it! What weird technique is this?’

Rick stood on the same spot, looked at Todd at the stage center, and said, “You’re not my opponent. Even if you’ve used that reagent, you still aren’t.”

this, Todd’s face darkened as he yelled angrily,

threw a punch at one of Rick’s doppelgangers. However, this punch only

Rick’s ten figures with

‘This one!’

Boom!

‘That one!’

Boom!

smashing, Todd never found the real

cold figure fell on

saw a figure descending rapidly in the air. His legs were about to slam right on Todd’s head. Todd roared angrily,

Boom!

from the collision set off dust and