Smooth and coordinated, the elegant sword strike was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
A slender wound split open along Lawrence's left cheek, extending to the bridge of his nose, narrowly missing the chance for Lorenzo to blind him in one eye.
Such a perilous blow, yet Lawrence showed no intention of retreating, he gently touched the edge of the wound, his fingers rubbing against the blood.
"You've learned well."
Lawrence looked at the blurry face in front of him and said. Due to dim lighting and the snow curtain's obscuring, Lawrence could only discern Lorenzo's movements, not his appearance.
"It's because you taught so well, Dean."
Lorenzo replied, and Lawrence's smile widened.
He knew Lorenzo's intention, choosing this battlefield to leave Lawrence nowhere to escape... but likewise, Lorenzo also had nowhere to escape, only one could leave alive between them.
The Florun Potion continued to take effect within him, like the combustion chamber of a steam engine, making the blood boil, Lorenzo's senses were frighteningly sharp, focusing intensely he could even distinguish each falling snowflake. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
The pause was brief, Lorenzo's offensive was uncharacteristic; he directly leaped up, leaving his defenses open, slashing down with the Folding Blade.
The two weapons briefly clashed together, but suddenly a dark object fell from Lorenzo's body, and the Demon Hunter swiftly retreated into the snow curtain behind him.
In the next moment, the dark object exploded, flaring up with fierce flames, shattered fragments spreading in the blast's shock, the explosion's shockwave turned the wind around, only to be quickly covered again.
Lawrence raised his Nail Sword to protect his internal organs, but the surging airflow still lifted him, crashing back several meters before he swung the Nail Sword into the train's body to stabilize himself.
"You've become smarter, Lorenzo."
Tortured flesh healed the wounds, embedded fragments were pushed out by the powerful flesh, Lawrence shouted into the gray snow curtain.
In just a short time of fighting, the swirling snowflakes had already covered much of his body, he squinted his eyes to avoid having his vision obscured.
"There's no other way, in direct confrontation I'll eventually lose."
Lorenzo's voice echoed around, the blizzard greatly reduced Lawrence's visibility, he couldn't see Lorenzo.
With the experience from previous encounters, Lorenzo knew well the gap between him and Lawrence, not to mention the blood flesh of the Holy Grail within Lawrence, the more his body neared collapse, the stronger he became, strong to the point of despair.
With both hands gripping the Nail Sword, breathing steadily trying to warm the cold air, in an instant Lawrence suddenly turned, a terrifying sword force whipped up the wind in a horizontal slash, using Shangdafeng's foresight, directly charging toward Lorenzo emerging from the snow curtain.
The Folding Blade briefly collided, Lorenzo's strength couldn't match Lawrence's, being directly shaken apart, but in the air his figure twisted unnaturally, spinning in a large circle, wielding the Folding Blade to strike again.
No surprise, this strike was once again perfectly defended by Lawrence, and at this moment Lorenzo directly kicked in mid-air, fiercely stomping on the Nail Sword, repelling Lawrence and simultaneously allowing himself to pull away again.
Landed, the cold sword light rapidly enlarged in view, Lawrence was even quicker than Lorenzo imagined, his steps swift, directly following Lorenzo's landing spot.
The Folding Blade swung up, attempting to slash Lawrence's head directly as he approached, but the Nail Sword hacked in at a bizarre angle, hitting the Folding Blade first, colliding with it, the impact force shaking it away, then the terrifying power surged from the aged body, Lawrence swung with even more speed.
Just as the Folding Blade was repelled, Lorenzo didn't have time to defend, Lawrence dropped to his knees low, attacked Lorenzo's lower body, wielded the Nail Sword with one hand, maximizing its sweeping range, flashed by, causing blood to splatter from Lorenzo's calf wound.
Lawrence didn't intend to give Lorenzo a chance to breathe, the Nail Sword once again straightly attacked, it was a thrust.
Lorenzo relied on his years of swordsmanship experience, instinctively raised the Folding Blade to block, but Lawrence was evidently faster, even without Shangdafeng's foresight, he remained the Dean of the Demon Hunting Order, a swordsmanship master at the pinnacle.
The swiftly raised Nail Sword blocked the Folding Blade's defensive path, the blade forcibly deviated from its trajectory.
Lorenzo realized the danger, dense armor generated and covered on the surface, then the sharp Nail Sword pierced Lorenzo's right shoulder, under the Demon Hunter's terrifying strength, Lawrence took a step forward, faint metallic sound could be heard, Lorenzo's armor was easily pierced, it also stabbed through the Silver Binding Bolt beneath the surface, along with flesh, directly penetrating through.
The sword blade carried the storm's coldness, Lorenzo attempted a reverse strike, but Lawrence closed in while forcefully elbowing, hitting Lorenzo's arm joint, causing the subsequent counterattack to be forcibly interrupted.
Lorenzo gritted his teeth, disregarding the penetrating pain, swung the Folding Blade with his right hand, overriding the joint restriction in a manner impossible for ordinary people, while Lawrence simply withdrew the Nail Sword, mimicking Lorenzo's style, forcefully kicked his chest, directly kicking him away.
A hand grasped the car roof edge tightly in the last moment, that's the only reason Lorenzo didn't fall off the train.
Lawrence came wielding the Nail Sword again, seeking to pursue his victory.