The first blow slammed into Tendo's shoulder.
Stone cracked under his boots. Webs snapped off the walls. Dust blasted outward in a ring.
And Tendo didn't move. Not even a step.
An enormous leg as thick as a tree trunk pressed into his body, muscles bulging beneath his red attire.
His skin tore. Blood misted.
But Tendo held his ground, fingers tightening around the sword's hilt. His expression didn't change from that bored look.
Dante's jaw dropped.
"Tendo—!"
The Mother Spider drove more force downward, trying to bury him, grind him into bone paste.
Tendo exhaled slowly, like standing beneath a heavy rain instead of under a monster trying to kill him.
"You should pour more force. It is too light." Tendo smirked.
Then he pushed.
With one motion, he lifted his shoulder and tossed the spider's leg upward.
The entire limb buckled. The Mother Spider shrieked, staggering from its own redirected force.
