Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1740 A Battlefield for Gods

This ancient martial art, passed down for millennia in the region of Ekun, was notoriously brutal. Every move was designed with one goal in mind: to kill the opponent. Unlike traditional Chanaean martial arts, its techniques are ruthless and relentless.

Falcon, furious and blinded by rage, seemed indifferent to the risk of inadvertently killing Aurora. He was in a red-eyed frenzy, striking with the intention to kill.

Fortunately, Emmanuel's Art of Adaptability allowed him to anticipate Falcon's attacks.

Even so, protecting Aurora cat a cost. As Emmanuel dodged a lethal strike, Falcon's clawed hand ripped into his back, tearing his skin.

"Emmanuel!" Aurora's eyes welled up with tears; she wished she could take the injury in his place.

"I'm fine!" Emmanuel reassured her with a smile, gently pushing her away.

"Die!" Falcon, seizing the moment, leaped forward with a menacing snarl, determined to finish Emmanuel! Boom! Pop! Each of Falcon's blows carried the force of a wrecking ball, leaving craters and shattered trees in their wake.

filled with both awe and concern. "Aurora mentioned this guy once took down an entire squad in Ekun with his bare hands. I used to think it was just a tall tale, but now..." Ironskull and Ostrick, equally

Gods "Hey, Mr. Emmanuel! Aren't you supposed to be something special? Aren't you supposed to be strong? Why do you keep dodging? Con, take on for real!" Falcon

moves were horrifyingly lethal; facing them head-on would be like asking

sixth sense, avoiding every blow despite

moved. In one swift motion, he pressed down on Falcon's knee with one

The entire crowd gasped.

His vaunted technique had actually been countered. No

it's unbeatable?" Emmanuel roared, lifting Falcon

body hit the earth,

a punch, deliberately slowing it down as he

dodge and lunge towards

gasped in fear,Emmanuel cursed himself for his carelessness. He didn't want to kill Falcon, hoping to keep him as a