A spine-chilling, deep laugh echoed in the dead forest populating a gentle mountain ridge.
Rocante seemed to be in a fantastic mood, dominating his opponent with a barrage of strikes, wielding his stone greatsword with heroic ferocity.
The nightmarish, four-armed ghoul continued snarling and hissing defiantly, attempting to fight back, but it simply couldn't show its harrowing strength in combat for the reason that it was being repeatedly suppressed.
It didn't seem to be too overwhelmed in speed.
However, its strength seemed to be way too lacking, which was why it was being pushed back, sent crashing into the terrain more than just a handful of times now.
Daru couldn't discern any techniques despite keenly watching the monstrous duel.
Perhaps it was because Rocante's physical attributes drove the direction of the fight to a one-sided beatdown, but it could also be because his perception wasn't enough.
Nonetheless, there were a few things he noticed.
