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.

guy once took down an entire squad in Ekun with his bare hands. I used to think it was just a tall tale, but

the and for Emmanuel, wife filed for Gods "Hey, Mr. Emmanuel! Aren't you supposed to be something special? Aren't you supposed to be strong? Why do you

heart was in her throat as she watched from the side. Falcon's killing moves were horrifyingly lethal; facing them head-on

have a sixth sense, avoiding every blow despite being on

swift motion,

The entire crowd gasped.

shock in an instant. His vaunted technique had actually been countered.

You think it's unbeatable?" Emmanuel roared, lifting Falcon and slamming him into

the

down as

chance to dodge and lunge towards

cursed himself for his carelessness. He didn't want to kill Falcon, hoping to keep him as a potential ally against Airspace Group in the future, but now it seemed