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 hit the joints of

four mechas seemed to be weakening, and everyone gained a

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

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

shouted, “Close your

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

mechas moved again, looking for those affected by the

a special target in mind, the mechas’ attacks became fiercer, and they did not even block the attacks

mecha that was hurting

the heavy casualties all over the place, his rules of swordsmanship suddenly exploded. He

did Philip realize that the stronger the sword intent, the more

it

the mecha.

strong sword intent floated in front