Dead?
Faced with this fact, not only was Yan Shisan dumbfounded, but Akame was also stunned speechless. She had watched Yan Shisan come to challenge the so-called Number One Sword Under Heaven with the resolve to die, but what she had never expected was that he was already dead?
Then there would be no fight?
Yan Shisan was clearly deeply disappointed as well. After leaving Divine Sword Manor, he had thrown his sword into Green Water Lake from a boat. Having lost his opponent, he had apparently given up on the martial path.
"Is that it?"
Watching that lonely figure sail away, Akame frowned slightly and asked in a low voice. Fang Zheng, however, shook his head.
"Of course not. Keep watching."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng snapped his fingers.
The scene changed in the next instant. Soon, the two appeared aboard a wooden boat drifting along a river. An old, hunched man sat inside, holding a short knife and carefully carving a wooden sword. Akame recognized him at once as Yan Shisan, but compared to before, he was now a decrepit old man who looked as though he could collapse at any moment.
The old man patiently carved the wooden sword in his hand. Then he gripped it tightly and slowly rose to his feet.
At that moment, his hunched body suddenly straightened like an unsheathed longsword, once again revealing its edge!
He raised the wooden sword and lightly thrust it forward.
That was Thirteen Sword Kills.
Contrary to its name, Thirteen Sword Kills did not look "deadly" at all. It resembled flowing water, like a gentle breeze. Just watching the sword technique made Akame feel as though she were standing on grassland, facing the breeze and gazing at the river before her, relaxed and at ease.
Then Yan