The First Heir

Hardy glanced at Philip meaningfully before he chose a mecha and charged forth.

“Claire, wish me luck,” Although his hands were shaking, Carter smiled at Claire and rushed forward.

Philip stepped forward slowly and picked up a sword.

Fire sprang from his hands and wrapped around the sword.

His eyes became serious, and he said, “This is enough to turn you into scrap metal.”

For a while, all the top experts from various forces sprang into action. If this offensive failed again, the entire troop would be wiped out. Although there was help on hand, Philip wanted to fight a mecha single-handedly.

Most of the people were five or six stars with a few seven stars in between. Even if not everyone was proficient with a sword, they could fight this mecha just by the speed and strength of swinging a sword.

Philip’s performance, his every strike

mechas seemed to be weakening, and everyone gained a boost of confidence. They

attack range. They retreated to the corners and raised the swords in their hands without the slightest deviation in their

brighter. A person closest to them noticed that the

shouted, “Close your

his shout came in a timely manner, many people did not close their

the mechas moved again, looking for

mind, the mechas’ attacks became fiercer, and they did not even block the attacks raining down on them. Screams

that was hurting another

all over the place, his rules of swordsmanship suddenly exploded. He cut off the arm

then did Philip realize that the stronger the sword intent, the more damage

while it was

his sword intent when his sword was infinitely close to the mecha. With one strike, the mecha’s head flew out, and its body collapsed

sword intent floated in front of