Chapter 1752 Awakening in Adversity

“I understand.”

Yasmine nodded, and they took Emmanuel away.

Emmanuel woke up to find himself lying on a cold, unforgiving stone bed, swathed in layers of bandages that cocooned his body. His surroundings were dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ancient, musty scent. His right hand throbbed with such intensity that it felt as though it might split open, sending waves of searing pain coursing through him.

“Awake at last, young sir?” came a gruff voice, as an unseemly figure leaned in, causing

Emmanuel to startle and swiftly straighten himself upright.

But then he exclaimed with fervor, “Blake! Is it truly you? You’ve survived?”

“Haha, I possess the aura of a protagonist; even death dares not claim me,” Blake remarked with a proud smirk, his confidence shining through like a beacon in the shadows of uncertainty.

Emmanuel chuckled, “What kind of deranged author would make an ugly guy like you the protagonist?”

“Oh damn, I saved your life, and you’re dissing me like this? Like the farmer and the snake!” Blake protested excitedly.

Emmanuel smiled and said, “Thanks.”

“Forget such trifles; gratitude from a man holds no sway over me. Should a woman express thanks, she might even offer herself as a reward. What do you possess in comparison? Nothing of consequence,” Blake declared nonchalantly, his gesture dismissive yet laden with an air of superiority.

Emmanuel attempt to stand

resilience. Just moments ago he was bleeding heavily, yet now he could walk?

to do,” Emmanuel patted Blake on the shoulder with a smile. “It’s great to meet

“Do not entertain thoughts of involving me in a rebellion against the Airspace Group. What concern of mine is it? I am merely present to witness the unfolding

smiled faintly, ignoring Blake as he exited the rudimentary room. He realized that where he had just laid was a temporary medical station in the central region, usually used to treat severely injured competitors from the duels.

gaze abruptly and beheld delicate white snowflakes descending in a slow, graceful dance from the heavens above, each flakes a fleeting masterpiece in its own right. Amidst this serene spectacle, his wounds pulsed with an insistent ache, reminding

“Claudette, I’m sorry.”

the searing agony

leaving the Northern Territory, this was the first time he had felt such heartache

He needed strength.

his former life, this moment marked the first occasion he had

By what means might he aspire to reclaim his zenith

the path ahead remained obscured, shrouded in uncertainty,

that heedless actions were no longer

his meridians, already stretched to

a steadfast determination burning in his heart, Emmanuel knew he must uncover a

realm. The afternoon waned, yet his resolve remained resolute as he embarked on his journey towards the

his mood was extremely

historical enmity as he weighed the formidable prowess of Falcon and Xan, whose strength matched

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