Sylvan dared not speak another word. He had spent hundreds of millions to be Brendan's disciple, an average disciple at that. With no strong ties to the latter, he could be forsaken easily. He could not be compared to the four young men in front of him. They were Brendan's favorite disciples.
"Mr. Sullen, I sent Sylvan flying with just a punch. How am I no match for this guy?" Tony refused to believe that he was inferior to Carlos.
"You can try fighting him if you don't believe me," Jacob remarked casually with a smile.
It's not a bad thing for Tony to taste defeat, or else he will think he's invincible after taking the enhancement pill. That won't do him good in the future.
"All right. Keep your eyes on me, Mr. Sullen!"
At once, Tony dashed to Carlos, drawing back his fist to throw a punch.