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

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

to the corners and raised the swords in their hands without the slightest

brighter. A person closest to them noticed

shouted, “Close your

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

again, looking for those affected by the black

not even block the attacks

that was

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

sword intent, the more damage it would cause to the

while it was

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

very strong sword intent floated in front