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.

opportunity to counterattack, striking with

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

blows, attacking and defending multiple times within just three seconds,

the heir of Templar

battle

Boom!

close combat ended with Agargar hitting

enough distance between them and

lost!” Agargar warned Emmanuel while

been an invasion of Templar

at Claudette, he felt a pang of sorrow, with past

hate loneliness. Can you chat with

words to him in the

I don’t want to be alone. Thank you for keeping

the battlefield and hillside continually surfaced

far from home, separated from family and

how helpless and tormented

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

“Why?”

“What?”

at Emmanuel’s response.

an heir of Templar Valor?