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.”

Todd’s face darkened as he yelled angrily,

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

started smashing Rick’s ten figures with all his might. However,

‘This one!’

Boom!

‘That one!’

Boom!

many more deep pits were blasted on stage. After a round of smashing, Todd never found the real

Suddenly, a cold figure fell on Todd’s

rapidly in the air. His legs were about to slam

Boom!

instant, a shock wave from the collision set off