When Brandt struck the ground with his wooden staff again, his strength slackened slightly.
Then, in an instant, Chen Fan, who had been retreating, suddenly accelerated forward. Brandt had no chance to react. By the time he did, Chen Fan's wooden sword was already pressed against his throat. With the slightest movement, the wooden sword would pierce Brandt's head.
The battle that had seemed completely one-sided suddenly froze, leaving Leone stunned.
"I lost!" Brandt said with a bitter smile.
Chen Fan casually tossed away the wooden sword. It spun several times through the air before landing back on the sword rack. "You were already very good," Chen Fan said with a smile.
Brandt scratched his head optimistically and laughed. "Aha! Really? Still, I lost. From the moment you held the sword, I felt like I was going to lose. After that, I couldn't withstand the pressure and attacked first, but I didn't expect to lose so badly. Still, you're incredible. I didn't touch you at all."
"You were swinging that hard. If you had touched me, wouldn't I have been hurt? Train for a few more decades if you want to touch me," Chen Fan said, rolling his eyes.
Leone came over to Chen Fan's side, hugged his head, and said excitedly, "I knew I wasn't wrong! You're actually that amazing."
"I don't think I ever said I wasn't amazing."
Brandt smiled at Leone. "Leone, your eye for talent is incredible. You actually lured such a super expert into the organization. Sure enough, having a big pair of breasts is great."
Chen Fan's face was currently pressed against Leone's chest, and the soft, fleshy sensation made him reluctant to leave.
Afterward, Chen Fan and Leone went back to eat breakfast. Akame had prepared all of it herself, and it tasted