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.

the opportunity to counterattack,

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

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

any advantage against Agargar, the

the battle

Boom!

Agargar hitting the

between them and stood at the

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

invasion of Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have conceded.

Claudette, he felt a pang of sorrow,

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

him in the hospital before

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

voice and laughter from the battlefield and

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

any consciousness left, how helpless and tormented would she be?

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

“Why?”

“What?”

paused at

of Templar Valor? Why are you