This all happened almost instantaneously. Lorenzo could feel the increased force on his neck, but he had no intention of defending. The Nail Sword stirred up scarlet blood, slashing through everything that tried to block it.
The sharp screech was high-pitched, and a horrifying wound split open along Samuel’s side, as if so massive monster had clawed at Samuel. The wound extended up to his chest, from bottom to top, nearly splitting open Samuel’s entire torso.
At the sa ti, Samuel’s sword also broke through that layer of armor. For concealnt, the armor was slightly thin, and was torn under Samuel’s sword strike, with the Nail Sword cutting into Lorenzo’s flesh.
This was a sword duel among monsters. Both were covered with terrifying wounds, yet stubbornly held their swords, standing like stone sculptures on the ground, with blood dripping from the sword tips.
"So strong..."
After a long silence, Samuel slowly said.
He held his abdon with one hand; Lorenzo’s sword nearly ripped open his abdon. He desperately tried to hold the wound shut, preventing his internal organs from falling out.
Lorenzo tilted his head, the sword blade cutting into the armor and sinking into flesh. Samuel did well enough, but he forgot about the Silver Binding Bolt within Lorenzo. The holy tal seed to have life, growing along the demon hunter’s spine, limiting while also protecting them. Not to ntion, at the last mont, Lorenzo raised his hand.
Everything happened so quickly. Even Lorenzo could barely raise his hand, attempting to block the sword strike. The Nail Sword not only sank into his neck but also cut into Lorenzo’s arm.
"Skill and combat are two different things."
Lorenzo and Samuel briefly locked eyes. The next mont, he shook off the sword blade, and Samuel lunged forward, continuing his attack.
Yage stood pale-faced watching this. His eyes couldn’t take in what was happening; this was beyond human capability, yet they kept going.
As the armor began to cover him while wielding the sword, Lorenzo let Samuel’s sword strikes land on him. There was no need to hide anything now; he had the situation completely under control.
Samuel, in fact, stayed wary of Lorenzo’s armor all along, but under Lorenzo’s cunning disguise, he had no ans to break it, rely struggling to defend himself, only to have his arm impaled by the sword blade.
This wasn’t aid to cause maximum damage; Samuel held his abdon with one hand, while the other got pierced by Lorenzo, with the sword blade stuck in the joint, bringing sharp pain and restricting Samuel’s movents like shackles.
The next mont, the shotgun was pressed against that ghastly wound on his abdon. Lorenzo’s eyes were cold as he pulled the trigger.
The Dragon Breath Bullet detonated, hitting at point-blank range, exploding inside Samuel. Intense heat instantly filled his intestines, visible pressure forced blood out from his ears and nose. Following that, intense light spewed from the wounds, and Samuel slowly sank as though losing all vitality.
Such a deadly strike, Lorenzo didn’t even glance again and went directly toward Shermans; they needed to leave imdiately.
"I have an idea to escape, though the success rate isn’t high, but it’s better than staying here."
As Lorenzo spoke, he pulled Shermans up.
"You can’t die yet, old man."
Lorenzo said to Shermans, who knew far more than he anticipated. The plan changed; Lorenzo needed to find a way to get Shermans out alive.
Attention soon landed on Yage nearby, who looked at Lorenzo fearfully. Despite knowing of the demon hunters’ existence, he never imagined they could be this dramatic. The terrifying wound on Lorenzo’s body was visibly healing with the awakening of the Secret Blood.
It’s practically immortal.
"Get Shermans out first; I’ll deal with Samuel."
Lorenzo handed Shermans to Yage; being cautious, he knew Samuel couldn’t be left with such severe injuries, so Lorenzo needed to completely incapacitate him. But then, a voice spoke.
"Wait, I haven’t fallen yet?"
Accompanying the voice were thick, eerie sounds, like mud in a fetid marsh, with pale bones floating amid it. Countless maggots writhed and gnawed across the corpse’s remnants. In an instant, all the world’s sins seed gathered upon that spot.
Lorenzo slowly turned his head, seeing the shattered body steadily rise, resembling the birth of a demon. Nurous red threads extended from the flesh, appearing to be so kind of fiber stitching wounds like needle and thread.
The blazing white eyes stared at Lorenzo. In a brief breath, bones were compressed and realigned by muscles, hard tissues began to proliferate and heal. He picked up the intestines strewn on the ground, stuffing them into that monstrous wound with a deeply twisted sensation. As if ti were rewinding, until the last wound closed with red thread, Samuel lifted the Nail Sword again.
"Round two, Mr. Lorenzo Hols."
Lorenzo felt a chill in his heart; at this mont, he understood what he faced. This battle would beco exceptionally difficult.
No more words were needed. In the next instant, two figures interlocked, amidst extre swordsmanship, a white flash streaked by, with the Nail Sword hitting Samuel, severing the freshly healed arm once more.
The bloody limb flew high, yet before it landed, thin red threads connected the limb back to Samuel, swiftly retracting like a cast fishing line, while Samuel’s sword struck Lorenzo again, the sword blade scraping against the armor, generating sparks.
The two figures interlocked, steps withdrawing, maintaining a safe distance. Lorenzo’s gaze was solemn, feeling sowhat uneasy.
"What a troubleso authority..."
"I find it quite handy, though a bit painful."
The blazing white pupils stared at the iron-clad knight. The severed limb had already healed and perhaps this is truly an immortal existence. No matter how many tis struck by a sword, no matter how scorching the heat, he always revived, fighting on with iron and blood.
Authority: Yanar.
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