"Hollow"
With widened eyes, they received the full impact of the whitish-blue attack, as sharp as a refined razor, cutting open their backs like a cloth being torn by its seams.
The boys flew into the air, crashing down to the ground in grief and anguish as their split backs pulsed intensely with pain. They tossed and writhed on the ground, like the decapitated body of a serpent, and let out hurt cries at the first-degree injury dealt to their backs.
However deep in pain they were, it absolutely did not faze or matter to their offender.
The winter-blue-haired teen merely gazed at their inflicted bodies with expressionless eyes, and placed his divine broadsword in the ground, fixing it into a standing position.
"Oi, oi, is that all you two got? Ganbare Ganbare,"
With dominance visible in his voice, he walked at a steady pace towards them, his head cocked to the side in defying arrogance and pride.
