On the high stands, Ernest’s face was already as dark as it could be as he clenched his fists angrily.
On stage, Kent stood up with difficulty and roared in pain, “Damn it! I’m going to kill you!”
However, before he could make a move, Ethan already walked up and sent him away with a flying kick.
Immediately after, Ethan followed up with a punch on Kent’s back.
Boom!
The audience was shocked into silence by this sound.
Too horrible!
Then, Ethan rode on Kent’s back, yanked his hair, and said coldly, “Weren’t you very arrogant just
now? What about now?!”
Boom!
A punch fell. It was followed by another punch. Ethan beat the opponent to a pulp!
The audience was terrified and felt sorry for Kent. A handsome young man had been beaten into a
wreck!
Kent Stow, who was fragile at heart, completely lost his dignified appearance at the moment. He wailed
hoarsely, “S-Stop hitting me. I admit defeat. Please don’t hit me anymore!”
A shadow of fear had appeared in Kent’s heart by Ethan’s abuse. In the next second, Ethan dragged
Kent by the ankle and threw him down the competition stage!
“The winner of the fourth match goes to Ethan Clarke of the South!” the host roared.
On the high stands, Philip watched silently and said indifferently, “How wonderful. We won again…”
After saying this, Philip turned his head and said to Ernest, “Villa Master Turner, I’m really sorry. You’re
simply giving up the matches to us. You didn’t place any bets outside, did you?”
Hearing this, Ernest slapped the coffee table beside him in anger, got up, pointed at Philip, and said
furiously, “Young Patriarch Clarke, don’t you slander me! You only won four matches. In the following
matches, the outcome has yet to be confirmed!”
Ernest was livid!
Seeing Kent being taken away by the medical staff from the stage, his heart sank to rock bottom!
“Damn it!”
They lost again! It was the fourth match! If this continued, this year’s Disciple Competition would come
to an end!
Leon could not stop laughing. He was very happy. The Southern supernatural disciple world had never
been as proud as they were today!
“Villa Master Turner, thanks for everything,” Leon stood up and said to Ernest at this moment.
Ernest angrily walked away from the high stands and went to the lounge.
The competition was in time out once again. In the lounge, Ernest threw a fit and smashed everything.
He roared, “Damn it! We lost four matches! Leon Jefferson is laughing at us!”
On one side, some patriarchs of the Northern disciple families sweated profusely and said, “Villa
Master Turner, the South is well prepared this time. We couldn’t find any information about their
contestants at all.”
“Nothing?”
Ernest’s face was dark as he paced around the lounge with his hands behind his back.
Then, he said to several patriarchs, “It seems that we can only use that.”
When several patriarchs heard that, their faces trembled and said, “Villa Master Turner, are you sure
you want to use that? It’s very harmful to their bodies. One wrong move and they might die!”
Hearing that, Ernest said coldly, “We don’t have a choice. If we lose again, the North is doomed!”
Several patriarchs looked at each other, thought for a while, and said, “We’ll go with your suggestion.”
Soon, a guard of Terrain Villa hurriedly walked into the lounge with a silver case. The suitcase was
opened, and inside was a row of silver syringes filled with green liquid!
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