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 the

weakening, and everyone gained a boost of

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

brighter. A person closest to them noticed that the

shouted, “Close your

close their eyes in time. They lost their eyesight

again, looking for those affected by the black

became fiercer, and they did not even block the

overpowered a mecha that

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

Philip realize that the stronger the sword intent, the

it was

to the mecha. With one strike, the

strong sword intent