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.

slightly affected Philip’s performance, his every strike

seemed to be weakening, and everyone gained

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

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

“Close

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

this time, the mechas moved again, looking for

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

that

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

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

it

safe, Philip released his sword intent when his sword was infinitely close to the mecha. With one strike, the mecha’s

of very strong sword intent floated in front