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At this moment, the fierce battle on the monitor captured the attention of Blake and Yasmine.

Agargar clapped his hands together, creating a fusion of black and white, embodying boundless force within.

Blake took a deep breath in secret. He realized that if he had encountered Agargar instead of Alfwhit in Anchortown, he would have been utterly defeated.

Emmanuel's eyes trembled violently.

His thoughts mirrored Blake's. How could there be such a vast disparity between the two brothers? They were not on the slevel.

Emmanuel dared not face Agargar's technique directly and could only retreat.

Different Level With a single stride, Agargar's encompassing move again loomed before him.

☐☐85% Emmanuel retreated once more. Soon, he found himself with no more room to retreat. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Fortunately, his Art of Adaptability revealed a flaw in Agargar's technique-not in the techniques themselves, but in his movement.

Emmanuel sidestepped, attacking Agargar's lower body, disrupting his assault. Unexpectedly, Agargar bent over and performed a sweeping kick, stabilizing himself before resuming his offensive.

Emmanuel took the opportunity to counterattack, striking with a horizontal elbow.

As the heir to Templar Valor, Agargar's understanding of the Templar Techniques surpassed that of Alfwhit by a thousandfold. He deftly flipped, seamlessly transitioning from defense to offense.

Different Level The two exchanged blows, attacking and defending multiple times within just three seconds, leaving the surrounding fighters in astonishment.

85%1 None among them could gain any advantage against Agargar, the heir of Templar Valor, in close combat, including Scarlet.

So, she watched the battle with great interest.

Boom! Their close combat ended with Agargar hitting the wall, causing a violent tremor.

By now, Emmanuel had put enough distance between them and stood at the edge of the staircase.

"If you don't want to die, get lost!" Agargar warned Emmanuel while striking a pose.

Had this been an invasion of Templar Valor, Emmanuel might have conceded.

Different Level # As he glanced at Claudette, he felt a pang of sorrow, with past memories echoing in his mind.

☐ "Dr. Lowe, I hate loneliness. Can you chat withwhen you're free?" Those were Claudette's words to him in the hospital before their marriage.

"Emmanuel, I don't want to be alone. Thank you for keepingcompany." Claudette's voice and laughter from the battlefield and hillside continually surfaced in Emmanuel's mind.

She's a fragile girl who fears loneliness. Yet now, she's far from home, separated from family and friends, brought to this place alone.

If she has any consciousness left, how helpless and tormented would she be? With this thought, Emmanuel's eyes filled with sorrow, his heart wrenched by an . GA • Different Level @+ 85% invisible demon. He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and fought back tears.

"Why?" "What?" Agargar paused at Emmanuel's response.

"Aren't you an heir of Templar Valor? Why are you serving Airspace Group" Emmanuel suddenly looked up. His gaze was furious and bewildered.

Agargar responded calmly, "Templar Valor and Heart of the Sun have a profound

connection. I cto Airspace Group in pursuit of the myriad paths t of of the martial way.

aiming for the pinnacle of martial arts. There's no question is no question of serving apyone Scarlet and the other fighters around them smiled at this.

Different Level Different stances led to different mindsets.

Understanding Airspace Group's actions meant not viewingût as a terrorist group like others did.

Emmanuel had no tto argue with Agargar. He was clear about his purpose here- for Mackenzie and Claudette.

"I will not leave empty-handed." He assumed his stance again.

This time, even if it was a dead end, he had to fight his way through.

"Then let's see how you break through me." Agargar smiled.

His thoughts were different from Emmanuel's. He was relishing the challenge of sparring with a fighter.

The surrounding fighters shared his sentiment.

. GA Different Level This battle was more thrilling than the tournament in the martial arena.

This time, Emmanuel took the initiative to attack. His eyes burned with a newfound determination fueled by inner pain.

"Con!" Agargar flipped his hands, ready to meet Emmanuel with a Tallor Blow Technique.