Akame shook her head. "Not even close. Chen Fan's swordsmanship is far beyond mine. I can't compare to him at all—the gap is far too great." Akame had exchanged many moves with Chen Fan just now, but his swordsmanship was seamless, giving her no opportunity whatsoever. It was as though an absolute domain existed around him.
Every movement Akame's sword made after entering that domain seemed to be under Chen Fan's control, making her, as the one wielding it, extremely uncomfortable. Although they had exchanged many moves, she knew Chen Fan had had countless chances to strike her. There were many openings whenever she followed his rhythm—not because she wanted to, but because she had no choice. It was like being forced into a trap.
Their swordsmanship simply was not on the same level. The difference was far too great. Only those who understood swordsmanship could truly comprehend it.
Brandt smiled. "Akame did well. Back then, I was defeated in a single move." Thinking back to his battle with Chen Fan, it had been different from this purely technical exchange with Akame. At the time, Brandt had mostly lost in terms of momentum. Against Chen Fan's presence and skill, he had been unable to even resist.
"Yeah! Brandt lost terribly that time!" Leone said with a laugh from the side.
Akame looked at Chen Fan. "Chen Fan, can you teach me swordsmanship? I want to become stronger!"
"I can practice with you every day," Chen Fan said with a smile. Akame smiled upon hearing that, looking exceptionally beautiful.
Suddenly, Nadjeshda's voice rang out. "You're all here."
The group turned and saw Nadjeshda carrying several large bags, seemingly preparing to leave. "Boss? Are you heading to headquarters?"
Nadjeshda smiled. "That's right! We acquired three Imperial Arms this time. I'm taking them