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.

the presence of other people around slightly affected Philip’s performance, his every

seemed to be weakening, and everyone gained a boost of confidence. They attacked more

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

A person closest to them noticed

shouted, “Close

manner, many people did not close their eyes in time. They

looking for those affected

attacks became fiercer, and they did not even block

a mecha that

swordsmanship suddenly exploded. He cut off the arm of the mecha with

stronger the sword intent,

it was

intent when his sword was infinitely close to the mecha. With one

of very strong sword intent floated in front of