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.

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

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

attack range. They retreated to the corners and raised the swords in

light on the swords suddenly became brighter. A person closest to them noticed that the black light had the potential to devour all

shouted, “Close

came in a timely manner, many people did not close their eyes in time. They lost their eyesight temporarily, and their vision

moved again, looking for those affected by the black

not even block the attacks

that was hurting

rules of swordsmanship suddenly exploded. He cut off the arm

stronger the sword intent, the more damage it would cause to

it

intent when his sword was infinitely close to the mecha.

of very strong sword