Like a reflection in a mirror, a rider similar to Lorenzo stood in front of him, the heavy rain washing the black armor. Under Lorenzo's gaze, he raised the sword of judgment.
The force dragged the steel, and the sharp edge tore through the wet and cold rain curtain. Then a sharp wail sounded in the air, as if the ghosts who died under the sword were crying.
A series of sparks burst out from Lorenzo's armor, and then the sword blade pierced into the ground beneath his feet, splashing water half a person's height.
The two men kept a close distance, and almost at the same time when the swords fell to the ground, the two spiked swords crossed and slashed on the helmet of the Medanzo demon hunter. As Lorenzo swung the swords accurately, the slender front ends of the spiked swords cut directly into the gap of the helmet.
The sword blade was raised again, shaking off Lorenzo's spiked sword. The two of them had a little gap, but it was obvious that the demon hunter Medanzo did not want to give up the opportunity to attack. After shaking Lorenzo away, the sword blade was raised fiercely, and then swung down again. Each blow brought up a biting cold wind, trying to break Lorenzo's armor.
He stepped back and barely avoided the fatal blow. Without giving him any chance to breathe, the witcher Medanzo raised his sword again and stepped forward to slash. Lorenzo tried to evade the rock-like force of the sword, but was blocked by the witchers Michael around him.
The witchers surrounded him. Although he had already prepared himself to be besieged by them, Lorenzo still couldn't help feeling pressured when it really happened.
"Medanzo..."
Under the pouring rain, Lorenzo looked at this familiar power and felt a strange sense of nostalgia as well as an unspeakable sadness.
The power was channeled through the alchemical matrix engraved on the body, so Lorenzo was ready to be hunted down by demon hunters with different powers. But when he really saw this familiar power that was the same as his own, Lorenzo was still a little dazed for a moment.
It was as if that guy was standing in front of him again, but this time they were no longer friends, but mortal enemies with swords drawn against each other.
"What a hassle..."
Lorenzo whispered as he dodged the attack.
In order to deal with the demon hunters of the new sect, he thought about this plan for a long time, and even made corresponding weapons for demon hunters of each faction to fight against them, such as the hard-to-melt nail swords. Oscar said that these nail swords are made of a metal called cypress iron, which has a very high melting point and is very strong.
But the Medanzo Demon Hunter in front of him was obviously beyond Lorenzo's expectations. He knew this power too well. And because he knew this power too well, he knew that his current means would be difficult to defeat it.
This is a shield, an indestructible shield. When they appear in front of you, the black armor is spliced together to form a desperate wall of sighs.
"Left!"
The shouts of witchers were heard in the storm. At the edge of the battlefield, there were witchers who had been staring at Lorenzo. They were the witchers Shangdafeng. They saw Lorenzo's subsequent actions.
As they shouted, the Medanzo Demon Hunter didn't even look at Lorenzo, but swung the blade towards the predicted position. The heavy sword strike successfully hit Lorenzo, knocking him out and falling into the water.