"When was this set up...?"
Intense pain shot through her Mez, and she tried desperately to use her ankles to move her body as quickly as possible, but with every inch her foot muscles moved, the pain doubled exponentially.
Looking down at his feet, the abnormal amount of bleeding indicated that his movements had been completely restricted by the boy in front of him.
"Heh... In the end, we still have to resort to this?"
Lubbock sighed.
If you can't cut the Mez with silk thread, then you can definitely do it with a knife.
The knife's exaggerated hardness and width won't become soft or lose its toughness just because a few drops of sweat are added.
By tying the thread to the knife beforehand, throwing it from different angles, and then retrieving it based on its flight trajectory, Lubbock could make the knife return at different angles with a trajectory that defies the laws of physics.
In this way, these daggers became powerful combat tools at Lubbock's disposal, almost as if they were dancing.
Mez clearly hadn't anticipated that Lubbock would tie silk threads to his dagger; all she wanted now was to punch Lubbock's head off.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, she inherited her father Gozuki's arrogant personality. She cannot tolerate enemies cheating or being tricked, and is especially annoyed by enemies making fun of her.
But now, the horse's Mez had no strength to approach Lubbock; instinct told her that if she took another step, she would inevitably fall to the ground and be at Lubbock's mercy.
"Damn it--!!!!"
In a state of extreme rage, the Mez slicked with sweat, and it unleashed a barrage of attacks on Lubbock like a machine gun.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! You little bean sprout who only knows how to play tricks!!"
Sweat missiles surged toward Lubbock from all directions, the bullets slicing through the air with terrifying whistling sounds. Occasionally, fallen leaves or dust particles were hit by the missiles and blasted into dust, disappearing from sight.
Faced with such an all-encompassing and relentless attack, Lubbock merely let out a cold laugh.
Although the pain in his abdomen was gradually returning, Lubbock had to put on a good show today.
" Cross Tail-- "
Lubbock straightened his arms, and in an instant, fine threads once again formed a protective shield like a wire mesh in front of him, ignoring the beads of sweat that were surging towards him.
Occasionally, a drop of sweat would fly through the silk mesh, but it would be cut into small particles by the silk threads, and when it hit the body, it would feel like raindrops, causing no pain or itching.
"My beautiful lady, I forgot to remind you, the threads on my wire mesh protective shield are still connected to those throwing knives, you know?"
"What did you say?!"
Lubbock looked at the terrified face on the Mez, and gently flicked his fingers, loosening the coil on one of his index fingers.
In an instant, eight daggers thrust towards the Mez from consecutive directions.
Blood flowed freely, the Mez's head muscles lost control, and her body fell to the ground, while the dagger that was already embedded in her body was driven even deeper by the pressure.
The flowing red blood turned black, Mez's eyes remained wide open until her death. She couldn't understand why, after practicing martial arts so diligently for so long, she had been defeated by the enemy's petty tricks. She was truly unwilling, resentful, and unwilling to admit her defeat.
"This is what it means to die with your eyes open... What a waste of such a beautiful face."
Lubbock limped forward, reached out a hand, and gently closed the Mez's eyes.
"What's wrong, little girl? Is this all you're capable of? I feel like you're not even as good as you were back in the Empire!"
Around Akame, a dozen incredibly long and thin arms launched a chaotic attack.
These are all thorny jabs.
If Thorn wanted to, he could easily graze Akame with his jabs, and his current provocation was merely to force Akame to use her true abilities.
Akame drew her Demon Sword Murasame, a few drops of cold sweat trickling down her face.
Seeing Akame finally draw her demon sword, Thorn was overjoyed.
This knife belonged to none other than the Murasame of their former mentor, ' Gozuki, ' from their empire's assassination squad.
It is said to have the unique ability to kill with a single blow, and this knife was once defined as not recognizing anyone but Gozuki as its master.
To everyone's surprise, Akame killed her mentor and embarked on her own journey with the sword.
Drawing that knife signifies that she has finally become serious!
Thorn contracted from his bizarre jab stance into a soft, elongated shape. His body, though seemingly powerful and strong, was as supple as a noodle.
The Four Rakshasa Demons can freely control their bodies, while Thorn can change the flexibility of the body, stretching and contracting at will, just like a clay figure that can change freely.
" Akame, come on!"
Thorn suddenly threw a hook punch at Akame, and this punch was completely different from the punches of ordinary boxers.
He stretched his body out to an incredibly long length, and even when the two were nearly five or six meters apart, his fist had already grazed Akame's cheek at an extremely fast speed.
"What a bizarre move... it's exactly the same as before."
Akame calmly responded to Thorn's elongated, strange fist, but she really didn't know where to begin her attack.
Because his body was so slender, Akame's sword had to be twisted at an exaggerated angle to hit him.
However, this meant that Akame couldn't keep up with the speed of Thorn's punches at all, and was almost completely toyed with by Thorn.
" Akame, let me see the power of your demon sword!"
Thorn swiftly unleashed ten jabs at Akame, but Akame was prepared, raising her demon sword to block them from both sides.
Suddenly, Akame's eyebrows flashed, and he launched a swooping attack aimed at the area below Ji's fists, intending to slash at Ji's abdomen.
With the reaction speed of an average person, this strike would have been fatal, but unfortunately, Thorn is no ordinary person.
His hands split open like clay, extending into new joints, which pulled his entire arm back, firmly pinning down the Akame Murasame with his bare hands!
"This is catching a blade bare-handed..."
Akame didn't have time to be surprised. She quickly tried to pull Murasame out by pulling her arms back, but Thorn's strength was too great. His hands had become sticky, and Murasame was firmly bound by those sticky hands, unable to move.
" Murasame, I'll accept it!"
Suddenly, Thorn exerted force with both hands, the strong adhesive binding Thorn's own powerful strength, pulling the entire demon sword from Akame and firmly grasping it in Tricky Heart.
" Akame, without the Demon Blade, how can you possibly be my enemy?"
"Let go of Murasame; it won't approve of you."
"What did you say?"
Akame remained silent, only glaring coldly. Suddenly, the Teigu, which was in a precarious situation, emitted a sinister purple light.