However, despite seeing Akame's hideous face, Thorn, one of the ' Four Rakshasa Demons ', could not bring himself to hate her.
On the contrary, Thorn only has a simple infatuation with Akame.
Thorn admires those with outstanding abilities, but he is also an absolute psychopath.
He will eliminate anyone stronger than him at all costs, and he will feel incredibly proud of it.
That's why Akame didn't think getting to know him was a good thing.
" Akame, a child who betrays the empire, deserves a spanking, you know?"
Thorn spoke to Akame in an extremely mocking voice.
Akame's joining Night Raid in recent years has greatly enhanced the Night Raid's reputation. Apart from Najenda, whose strength has not yet been revealed, Akame is undoubtedly Night Raid's ace.
In other words, as long as Sten and Suzuka keep a close watch on Bolic, and he deals with Akame in front of him, this operation will not fail again.
With this in mind, Ji had no more worries.
"Come on, Akame, let me see how many feathers you've grown in these past few years in this desolate wilderness!"
Not far behind the two, Mez and Lubbock, strangers to each other, had already started fighting.
Mez was even more impatient than Thorn; without a word, she unleashed a flurry of flying kicks at Lubbock's chest and abdomen.
Lubbock, meanwhile, was simply manipulating and arranging some toy-like object underground, completely oblivious to the girl's speed.
"So fast!"
By the time they realized what was happening, it was already too late.
Although Mez looked like a petite and beautiful girl, the power and speed she possessed far exceeded that of an adult man. Despite Lubbock's best efforts to brace himself against her flying kick, he was still sent flying more than ten meters away.
Lubbock only stopped when he crashed into a large banyan tree planted on Path of Peace in the distance, and he could even feel the pain from the impact as the banyan tree scraped his back.
What incredible strength!
"You're a girl, this is too much..."
"What are you talking about? Is this all there is to the power of Teigu?"
Mez completely ignored Lubbock's joke; her heart was filled only with pride in defeating her opponent and contempt for the bean sprout before her.
"I'm not just capable of this... I've been regretting it ever since the Three Beasts incident, it's my turn to show off this time..."
Lubbock untied the coil wrapped around his pocket and tried to pull the outermost loop of the coil.
In this way, the silken trap he had just laid on the Mez would tightly bind Mez body, rendering it unable to move.
"We got it!"
Lubbock gently pushed the coil, and sure enough, the steel-hard thread quickly wrapped around the Mez's delicate body.
To Lubbock's bewilderment, the Mez, entangled in silk threads, showed no sign of being tricked; instead, it appeared quite carefree.
" Teigu, is this all you've got? It's laughable..."
"Since you love to laugh so much, then continue laughing in the other world..."
Lubbock tightened his grip on the coil, but then something unexpected happened.
No matter how tightly Lubbock tightened the coils and exerted force, the threads binding the Mez and body deflated like a punctured balloon, losing all resilience.
Even when Lubbock tightened the coils to their maximum, the silk threads on the Mez felt like a gentle massage; she felt almost no pressure.
He looked at Lubbock with the same relaxed expression as before.
"That's all you're capable of. I can say I saw through your naive trap a long time ago, understand? I don't even want to run away."
The Mez walked step by step toward Lubbock, Lubbock was somewhat flustered at this moment.
"Don't be nervous... Analyze carefully why my silk threads didn't work on her. What's so special about this girl?"
"It's about time we sent you to your death. That Akame is our only real opponent!"
The Mez charged forward in a single stride, its body glistening with sweat that shone brightly in the sunlight.
This extraordinary speed, combined with that luster, flashed through Lubbock's mind in an instant, helping him find the answer to his question.
It was sweat.
The Four Rakshasa Demons possess the combat ability to freely manipulate their bodies, while Mez has a special skin constitution that allows her to sweat profusely. Relying on this skin, she can not only make it as smooth as a sponge, but also avoid many impact injuries by using this terrifying softness.
Most importantly, when this sweat comes into contact with Lubbock's silk threads, it wets the threads, filling them with the adhesive sweat and smoothing the surface of the threads.
This increases the weight of the thread and greatly reduces its toughness, rendering the Lubbock's trap thread ineffective.
"Go to that world!"
The Mez raised its right hand and shot out two jets of sweat from its fingertips. They were incredibly fast, as fast as bullets, and extremely powerful.
However, Lubbock, a member of an assassination organization, was not afraid of bullets. He crossed his arms, and the surrounding threads wove together into a bundle.
The threads gathered on his chest became Lubbock's powerful defensive shield, and with a crisp pop, Lubbock blocked the bullet of sweat.
'How could it make such a sound...? How much does her sweat actually weigh?'
Before Lubbock could react, the Mez had already galloped to Lubbock's feet and slammed into his abdomen.
With that blow, Lubbock clearly felt his ribs crack, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he was completely unable to move.
Looking at the girl's lovely face amidst his pain, Lubbock was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
"Damn it... my opponent has to be someone as cute as you, it makes me want to take a few punches..."
"Damn it, if you weren't an enemy, I would have already struck up a conversation with you..."
Seeing that Lubbock remained so nonchalant even as death loomed, Mez lowered his guard.
"Hehe, I don't dislike your type either, maybe I'll say yes."
Lubbock smiled faintly, but behind him he had already thrown out more than a dozen throwing knives hidden in his trench coat.
"How childish! How pathetic! Using hidden weapons at such close range, do they really think they can succeed?"
Mez dodged all the throwing knives with almost no glance. She turned to the side, grabbed Lubbock's left hand that had thrown the knives with one hand, and had her other fist ready to deliver the final Lubbock.
However, the next second, she retreated in terror, but unfortunately, her Achilles tendons were pierced by two throwing knives that were slicing in the opposite direction, and almost her entire foot was sliced off by the knives.