Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

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.

counterattack, striking with

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

defending multiple times within just

them could gain any advantage against Agargar, the heir of Templar Valor, in close combat, including Scarlet.

watched the battle with great interest.

Boom!

hitting the wall, causing a violent

put enough distance between them and stood at the edge of

get lost!” Agargar warned Emmanuel while striking a pose.

invasion of Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have conceded.

felt a pang of sorrow, with past memories echoing in his

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

to him in the hospital

alone. Thank

battlefield and

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

has any consciousness left, how helpless and

filled with sorrow, his heart wrenched by an invisible demon. He lowered his head, clenched

“Why?”

“What?”

at Emmanuel’s

heir of Templar Valor?