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,

Templar Valor, Agargar’s understanding of the Templar Techniques surpassed that of Alfwhit by a thousandfold. He deftly flipped, seamlessly transitioning from defense

blows, attacking and defending multiple times within

could gain any advantage against Agargar, the heir of Templar

she watched the battle with

Boom!

ended with Agargar hitting

had put enough distance between them and stood at

lost!” Agargar warned

invasion of Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have

at Claudette, he felt a pang of sorrow,

I hate loneliness. Can you chat with me

words to him in the hospital before their marriage.

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

laughter from the battlefield and hillside continually surfaced in

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

consciousness left, how helpless

Emmanuel’s eyes filled with sorrow, his heart wrenched by an invisible demon. He lowered

“Why?”

“What?”

at

heir of Templar Valor? Why are you serving Airspace