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.

took the opportunity to counterattack, striking with a horizontal

Agargar’s understanding of the Templar Techniques surpassed that of Alfwhit by a thousandfold.

two exchanged blows, attacking and defending multiple times within just three

advantage against Agargar, the heir of Templar Valor, in

battle with great interest.

Boom!

close combat ended with Agargar hitting the

put enough distance between them and stood at the edge of the

get lost!”

been an invasion of Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have conceded.

of sorrow, with past

loneliness. Can you chat

him in the hospital

alone.

and laughter from the battlefield and hillside continually

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

how

this thought, Emmanuel’s eyes filled with sorrow, his heart wrenched by an invisible demon. He lowered his head, clenched his fists,

“Why?”

“What?”

paused at Emmanuel’s response.

an heir of Templar Valor? Why