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 with a horizontal

the Templar Techniques surpassed that of Alfwhit by a thousandfold. He deftly flipped, seamlessly transitioning from defense to

two exchanged blows, attacking and defending multiple times within just three seconds, leaving the surrounding fighters

them could gain any advantage against Agargar, the heir

the battle with

Boom!

ended with Agargar hitting the wall, causing

distance between them and stood

die, get lost!” Agargar warned Emmanuel while striking a pose.

Templar Valor, Emmanuel

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

I hate loneliness. Can you chat with me when you’re free?”

to him in the

I don’t want to be alone. Thank you

voice and laughter from the battlefield and

far from home, separated from family and

has any consciousness left, how helpless and

eyes filled with sorrow, his heart wrenched by an invisible demon. He lowered his head, clenched

“Why?”

“What?”

at Emmanuel’s response.

Valor? Why