Under the thick black clouds, the atmosphere of the battlefield seemed to freeze at that moment, and the Demi-Demons fleeing in all directions realized something was amiss.
They all stopped their escape and glanced in unison toward the direction of the freezing atmosphere.
The snow-white sword point was blocked by the black nail, a slender tail pierced through David's abdomen like lightning, shattering the astonishment on his face, leaving him with a mask of pain.
"There's nothing surprising about it; this is the difference in power between you and me."
Aozawa said leisurely, whipping David into the air with its tail.
"Wow!"
David spat out a mouthful of blood.
It wasn't his first brush with death, nor his first experience of setback, but none of those previous failures came close to the shock of the moment.
The full force strike of the Holy Sword was easily blocked by the opponent with a single finger, as if stopping an orange from falling to the ground with a finger.
