Chapter 353

Today, if they failed to entangle these two, Jonathan's meticulously planned strategy of diversion would shatter, and worse, they might plunge him into peril.

No one retreated.

"Rumor has it Lancelot is the fiercest warrior in Crimson Ridge, I, Harvey, am eager to learn from you!"

Then, Harvey took a step forward, locking his gaze onto Lancelot.

The others assumed combat stances.

Even Isaac, perched on the third floor of the estate, was shocked at this sight. He could sense an inescapable battle looming.

Perhaps this was the fiercest encounter since Augustus ventured south.

There may never be another clash of this magnitude in the future.

Boom!

Lancelot, silent, stamped his foot and advanced, unleashing a punch.

Harvey raised both hands to block, but still had to step back a few meters, only stopping after colliding with people behind.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Extraordinary, indeed.