I'll Smash Everything with Passive Skills

"Hooh."

The Sword Demon could not help but be surprised by what was unfolding before him.

"Gahhh!"

Theon's arm, which had swung the staff aiming for Veris's head, lay on the ground.

There was no hesitation in the sword. That simple act of swinging the sword had cleaved the frail body of the old magician.

"T-That bastard...!"

Theon's eyes glinted red at the realization that one of his arms, which he had shared his entire life with, was gone.

Yet, Veris, with a calm expression, quietly stared at him without even wiping the blood splattered across his face. What kind of harmony was this?

"You are not my opponent."

Having just witnessed Veris's move, the Sword Demon quietly pushed Theon away.

Thud.

Thanks to that, Theon, who had fallen clumsily on his backside, looked up in a daze.