Chapter 523: Chapter 111 Yanar_2
Lorenzo continued speaking, the echo lingering over that Pseudo-God.
From this perspective, it indeed seems so; the Demon Hunters are superior humans, possessing the authority to wield the extraordinary.
"I just like it, just as some people covet money, others covet power, some covet women; everyone has something to live for, right?"
The Demon Hunterâs offensive suddenly changed, the swordsmanship was no longer the style of Bolognese Swordsmanship, but had transformed into something else. Lorenzo realized something was wrong, he had been lulled by the Demon Hunter. Immediately, the blade thrust from a tricky angle. Lorenzo tried his best to evade, but still got grazed.
"Weâre all strange creatures, I can see that, Lorenzo Holmes; itâs a feeling of kinship."
The Demon Hunter stopped the attack, raised the blade, and his gaze fell on the bright red.
"I know someone who loves to see others go mad, a strange hobby, right? But to him, thatâs the most delightful thing... if he hadnât gotten himself into some trouble, it shouldâve been him here today."
"And you?"
"Me?"
The Demon Hunter paused for a moment, then slowly lifted the Nail Sword, the entire blade acting as a shield in front of him.
"I like the slaughter, or rather the victory after the slaughter. For this, I learned swordsmanship and joined the Holy Hall Knight Order. If I had not learned about the Secret Blood, I would have wanted to become the Holy Hall Knight Commander, and one day, in the future, go on a crusade again."
"Isnât any kind of victory inferior to the victory of a war?"
Lorenzo looked at the Demon Hunter with a complex expression; he didnât have any profound insights, just felt there were more and more lunatics in this world.
"When I first saw you, I thought you were a more amiable person." Lorenzo said.
"Is that a compliment?" the Demon Hunter said, "I think Iâm quite handsome."
"Maybe, Samuel."
Lorenzo looked at the Demon Hunter in front of him, finally retrieving his identity from his memories; although they had only met during that one conversation, Lorenzo remembered him, Fr. Anthonyâs assistant.
Samuel was a bit surprised to hear his name, not expecting Lorenzo to still remember him, but at this moment, Lorenzo launched an attack as well.
This wasnât a simple chat; even during the conversation, they were looking for the otherâs weaknesses. A slight delay in reaction could lead to death, and when Lorenzo mentioned Samuelâs name, there was an evident fluctuation, very subtle, but Lorenzo seized the opportunity.
The Holy Grailâs flesh and blood mixed into this body, after rebirth, Lorenzoâs strength and physique were far more powerful than ordinary Demon Hunters, and he seemed not to be aware of this yet.
Stepping forward, the Nail Sword swept overhead, raised high, then slashed down, the Stone-Breaking Power hammering onto the front of Samuel.
The blades intersected, but Samuel did not meet Lorenzoâs strike head-on. The violent wind indicated Lorenzoâs great strength, and Samuel knew well he couldnât contend with Lorenzo in sheer force, so he angled his blade, diverting the descending trajectory, then quickly raised his sword.
This is the skill of deviation, evading the attack while swiftly countering. Samuelâs blade began to accelerate, and when it intersected with Lorenzoâs, it was as swift as lightning.
Fencing between swordsmen is often very brief; within highly tense nerves, as soon as one side relaxes slightly, reveals a flaw, the next strike is lethal.
Their sword duel seemed to have just begun, but when Lorenzo swung his sword, it had actually ended; Samuelâs sword mercilessly hacked at Lorenzoâs neck.
His eyes bore slight disappointment, as if he hadnât expected Lorenzo to be just so, but then the clang of metal rang out.
The descending Nail Sword was blocked by something; tattered clothing was ripped open, revealing a thin layer of hard black beneath.
"Armor..."
Samuel made a mistake; Lorenzo activated the Authority from the beginning, but this time the armor didnât cover so obviously, intentionally hidden, waiting for him to take the bait.
And at this moment, a piercing whistle sounded; from the corner of his eye, Samuel saw the reversed blade coming with blinding white brilliance.
"Courage, strength, skill, and... deception."
Lorenzo whispered, the diverted blade accelerated instantly, slashing diagonally towards Samuel.
This was an action humans couldnât achieve. After a full swing, Lorenzo had no way to retrieve the blade so quickly... unless the recent powerful strike wasnât Lorenzoâs full strength?
Samuelâs heart turned cold; the game had begun from the moment they exchanged glances. He now somewhat understood Fr. Anthonyâs words, but then he also grew fierce.
Now Samuel could only mitigate the loss. Gripping the Nail Sword tightly, he forcefully struck at the area beneath the armor; Lorenzoâs strike might hit his abdomen, perhaps causing him severe injuries, but for a Demon Hunterâs body, as long as it wasnât a fatal wound, he could continue fighting.
Unlike Lorenzo, Samuelâs blade had already fallen on his neck; just continue to cut down, break through the armorâs protection. Samuel might not be able to sever Lorenzoâs head, but he could deal a fatal blow.
With a twisted smile, like a game of rock-paper-scissors, would he ignore his attack and continue to pursue, or chose to defend and give up the attack this time?