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

everyone gained a

attack range. They retreated to the corners

A person closest to them noticed

shouted, “Close

close their eyes in time. They lost their eyesight temporarily,

again, looking

mind, the mechas’ attacks became fiercer, and they did not even block the attacks raining down on them. Screams were heard

a mecha that was

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

sword intent,

it

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

ball of very strong sword intent floated in front