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.

other people around slightly affected Philip’s performance, his every strike accurately hit

and everyone gained a boost of

mechas jumped out of their attack range. They retreated to the corners and raised

A person closest to them noticed that the black light

“Close your

close their eyes in time. They lost their

mechas moved again, looking for those affected by the black

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

overpowered a mecha that was

place, his rules of swordsmanship suddenly exploded. He cut off the arm of the mecha with one

then did Philip realize that the stronger the sword intent, the more damage it would cause to

it was

the mecha. With one strike, the mecha’s head flew out,

sword intent floated in front