Twenty minutes later.
In the middle of the empty square, Aske stood with a dagger in his right hand and a sword in his left, amidst the scattered data shards on the ground.
Raphael stared at him blankly, his expression as if his system had crashed.
"Your swordsmanship is off," said Raphael after a long silence. "I just monitored your battle process."
"With such a highly complex battlefield environment, to replicate the effect your swordsmanship just achieved, the computational power theoretically needed would have already broken through the sky... That's not an ability ordinary people can achieve. Is it the power from your Extraordinary Swordsmanship?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Aske sheathed his sword, looking around. "So these are all the encrypted programs?"
"What's the name of your Extraordinary Swordsmanship?" Raphael didn't answer, but instead flew quickly to his side, his expression curious and excited—like a child seeing a beloved toy.
