Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1747 Different Level

At this moment, the fierce battle on the monitor captured the attention of Blake and Yasmine.

Agargar clapped his hands together, creating a fusion of black and white, embodying boundless force within.

Blake took a deep breath in secret. He realized that if he had encountered Agargar instead of Alfwhit in Anchortown, he would have been utterly defeated.

Emmanuel’s eyes trembled violently.

His thoughts mirrored Blake’s. How could there be such a vast disparity between the two brothers? They were not on the same level.

Emmanuel dared not face Agargar’s technique directly and could only retreat.

With a single stride, Agargar’s encompassing move again loomed before him.

Emmanuel retreated once more. Soon, he found himself with no more room to retreat.

Fortunately, his Art of Adaptability revealed a flaw in Agargar’s technique–not in the techniques themselves, but in his movement.

Emmanuel sidestepped, attacking Agargar’s lower body, disrupting his assault.

Unexpectedly, Agargar bent over and performed a sweeping kick, stabilizing himself before resuming his offensive.

to counterattack, striking

Templar Valor, Agargar’s understanding of the Templar Techniques surpassed that of Alfwhit

and defending multiple times within

gain any advantage against Agargar, the heir of Templar Valor, in close combat,

watched the battle with

Boom!

Agargar hitting the wall, causing a

put enough distance between them and stood at the edge

get lost!” Agargar warned Emmanuel while striking a

this been an invasion of Templar

Claudette, he felt a pang of sorrow, with past memories echoing

Can you chat with

him in the hospital before their marriage.

be alone. Thank you for keeping

and laughter from the battlefield and hillside continually surfaced

a fragile girl who fears loneliness. Yet now, she’s far from home, separated from family and friends, brought to this

any consciousness left, how helpless and tormented would

an invisible demon. He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and

“Why?”

“What?”

at Emmanuel’s

Templar Valor? Why are you