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 elbow.

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

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

against Agargar, the heir of Templar Valor,

battle

Boom!

with Agargar hitting the wall, causing a violent

Emmanuel had put enough distance between them and stood at the edge

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

Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have conceded.

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

hate loneliness. Can you

to him in the hospital before their marriage.

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

battlefield and

from home, separated from family and friends, brought

consciousness left, how helpless and tormented would she be?

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

“Why?”

“What?”

paused at Emmanuel’s response.

Templar Valor? Why are