To the eyes of others, it was a move as swift as lightning. Faced with the impending strike of thunder, Sloth merely responded with an indifferent smile, making no attempt at defense or evasion.
Was he frightened into stupidity? Incapable of reacting in time? Or simply a fool who could not grasp the situation at hand?
Casting his doubts aside, Roland thrust out his longsword.
The target was the shoulder blade.
The longsword pierced through the right shoulder, revealing its tip from the back. With a forceful slash, the sensation of cutting through bone and flesh brought noise and a gust of wind. Blood sprayed into the air with the wind, revealing ribs and lung underneath the neat incision.
The Seven Sins were not to be underestimated, and the bald man pretending to be a fool in front of him might have some astonishing ability, but this was a fatally severe wound. No matter how formidable a person was, they couldn't possibly get up after being gutted.
