The glittering blue arrow was an inch away from Roy's right shoulder and about to piece into it when he made his move, sidestepping it and then smiling tauntingly, his eyes reflecting victory.
The rank-3 spirit has fallen right where Roy wanted him!
The scene of the blue arrow missing Roy by an inch or two and piercing the air while going downwards before stabbing deep into the floor was reflected in Roy's and the rank-3 spirit's eyes.
"Say goodbye to the living realm!" The very next moment, Roy, without even looking at the hunched rank-3 spirit, swung his sword weighing a 15 fucking tone towards it, his arms surging with indomitable strength.
When hunched, its waist was parallel to Roy's face.