A Coward's tactic is Superior (3).

The frozen world was in motion once again...

A thin, black line stretched across the world, from the edge of Cain's blade to the Stingè.

The wet sound of flesh hitting the ground was heard as Stingè's arm fell to the ground, completely severed from the elbow down.

Thick black miasma seeped out of Cain's pitch-black skin. Heaving and panting, a deep guttural noise came from his throat,

"Hehehe... How'd you like that?"

Stingè silently stared at the stump left behind on his arm,

'An attack made from condensing Devil Essence so much, such that it becomes something that can forcibly rip my {Idle World Barrier} apart. Most Devils and some True Devils don't even possess this level of affinity to that baleful energy. Just what exactly is this human?'

Staring at Cain, Stingè's face was devoid of any expression.

"You... Just what are you? Aren't you supposed to be human?"