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The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 2656
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Chapter 2656

Facing the excited crowd, Leon reminded Philip in a low voice, “Young Patriarch Clarke, there’s no need

to anger the crowd at this time. Otherwise, it won’t end well.”

Philip naturally understood. He got up and said, “Villa Master Turner, why don’t we make a bet?”

Hearing this, Ernest frowned and asked, “What bet?”

“Five days later, the disciple competition between the North and the South will be held. Why don’t we put

all the long-standing grievances between the North and the South in this competition? Whoever wins will

have the right to determine the rules of the supernatural disciple world in the entire country. What do you

think?”

Philip said lightly with a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

Hearing that, Ernest was taken aback before he smiled and said, “Mr. Clarke, I’m afraid you still don’t

know the results of the previous North-South competitions. Hahaha, since you said so, I’ll accept it!”

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With that said, Ernest turned around and left with his people. This time, no one stopped them. More than

a hundred family heads left the hotel.

Philip and the others remained standing in the main hall.

Leon said worriedly, “Young Patriarch Clarke, this is too reckless. Even if you enter the competition with

Mr. Leigh, your probability of winning is not high. There’s too big of a gap between the overall

performance of the South and the North. Out of ten matches, it takes six to win. Based on the current

strength of the South, even with the two of you in the competition, we only stand a chance of winning

four matches.”

Hearing this, Philip frowned and asked, “Can’t I fight in all ten matches?”

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Leon shook his head and said, “No, one person can only enter one match.”

Philip nodded, thought about it, and said, “I’ll figure it out. Don’t panic.”

After Ernest returned to Terrain Villa, he threw a fit in the hall and roared. “Damn that Mr. Clarke! He

doesn’t respect Terrain Villa or me at all! Having the gall to kill Patriarch Farley is the same as slapping

me in the face!”

Facing the furious Ernest, Cyril could only stand by silently.

When Ernest’s anger subsided, Cyril said, “Villa Master Turner, it’s no big deal. What matters now is the

bet between you and Mr. Clarke. The competition in five days is what we should focus on.”

Ernest calmed down, looked at Cyril, and asked, “Villa Master Hopper, between the North and the South

this time, who do you think will win this competition?”

Cyril said with a smile, “Of course, it’ll be the North. Even if Mr. Clarke and Fennel Leigh enter the

competition, the South will only stand a 40% chance of winning, which is nothing for us to worry about. I

think Mr. Clarke didn’t know the gap between the North and the South. He’s probably regretting his

decision by now.”

Hearing this, Ernest laughed and said, “Hmph, how dare that ignorant brat fight with me? Okay, let’s wait

and see!”

Then, Ernest added, “Villa Master Hopper, you must carefully select the participants for the competition

this time. This is a great opportunity for Terrain Villa to take over the south!”

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Cyril laughed and said, “Villa Master Turner, don’t worry. I’ve prepared the list. You can take a look at it.”

With that said, Cyril took out a list and handed it to Ernest.

Seeing this, Ernest smiled. He took the list, looked over it several times, and his smile grew bigger. He

said, “Well done! Let’s go with this!”

In the next two days, Philip remained in Beechwood City. He accompanied Mila while contemplating with

Leon and the others on the gap between the supernatural disciples of the North and the South. At the

same time, he carefully investigated the strength of the disciples on the ranking list.

The discussion between Philip and Leon was almost done.

“Young Patriarch Clarke, this is the participant list for the disciple competition three days later. Please

have a look and see if any changes need to be made.”

At this time, Leon walked into the suite and saw Mila sitting on Philip’s lap, giggling happily away.

Philip nodded, took the list, and glanced through it. His expression became a little ugly as he asked, “Are

these the top experts and talents of the southern supernatural disciple world?”

Leon looked a little ashamed as he said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, to be frank, these are the only talents

we have in the South. Due to the difference between the North and the South, we have limited resources

for disciples to learn and improve their strength. These people have wasted precious time. They’ re

progressing slowly and are not comparable with the numerous talents of the North.”

Hearing this, Philip frowned and looked at the list.

Apart from him and Fennel, there was only one other king of disciples.

Ray Warren. He was a Wicean priest.

Wicca belonged neither to the North nor the South but was a neutral party.

“Is Ray Warren the only king of disciples?” Philip asked with a frown.

Leon said, “Yes. Although he’s a Wiccan priest, he’s also the young master of the Warren family in

Golden City in the South. As he didn’t like the overt and covert fighting in the business field, he entered

Wicca when he was young and was favored by the head of Wicca. He became Wicca’s second senior

and the most promising successor.”

Hearing this, Philip nodded and asked, “What about his strength?”

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Leon smiled and said, “In every competition in the past, he was the one who could win a match for the

South so that we wouldn’t lose everything in humiliation. In terms of strength, he was already in the

realm of the king of disciples in the fifth zone the last time. This time, I believe he has improved

tremendously and is likely to have reached the sixth zone.”

Philip’s face darkened as he said, “I remember that there’s only one king behind the door in each zone.

Why have so many kings of disciples appeared recently?”

Leon sighed and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, you only know part of it. You’re right in saying that there’s

only one king in each zone who’s responsible for maintaining the balance and stability of each zone.

However, that doesn’t mean that others don’t have the opportunity to become kings. For a kingship

holder, not only does it depend on individual strength but also the choice of the door. Anyone who’s

recognized by the door can become a king, and the king of each zone is a symbol of status. Many kings

simply can’t be bothered to compete for that status.”

After listening to Leon’s explanation, Philip finally understood. In other words, kingship holders were not

lacking in numbers.

As Philip pondered, Leon tentatively asked, “Young Patriarch Clarke, do you have any plans for the

competition three days later? To win, we must find two other people with extraordinary strength. The

participant list of Terrain Villa has been announced. Compared to previous years, there were no special

changes in the contestants, except for a replacement named Stanley Berry.”

“Stanley Berry? Who is he?”

Philip took over Terrain Villa’s list of participants from Leon, and his eyes found Stanley Berry’s name

immediately.

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