Gun of Ashes

Chapter 850 67: Deathmatch (Part 3)

The Nail Sword slipped from his hand.

No, it didn't. As he swung the sword, Lawrence loosened his grip, letting the hilt slide out of his palm, but just as it was about to leave him completely, he held onto the edge of the hilt tightly, allowing it to strike from an extreme distance.

This sudden change sent a chill through Lorenzo's heart, and then the scale armor at his throat shattered, blood oozing out from underneath.

The two figures quickly separated, Lorenzo clutching his throat, but the blood wouldn't stop flowing. Lawrence's Nail Sword was plated with Holy Silver, which weakened its strength slightly, but had a suppressive effect on the Demon Hunter.

"Is this a tie, Lorenzo?"

Amidst the ruins of smoke and dust, a voice echoed. Struggling, Lawrence got up, his entire chest seemed bizarrely collapsed, but under the effect of Secret Blood, the robust flesh was proliferating, wrapping around the broken bones, forcibly correcting their position.

Under the boiling Secret Blood, the terrifying vitality healed both of them, and as if they had grown accustomed to such slaughter, they simultaneously paused, then after a brief moment of peace, the battle drums in their hearts began to beat once more.

Lawrence supported himself with the Nail Sword, while Lorenzo once again took out a new weapon from the cello case.

Now, both of their Secret Blood were on the verge of Critical Breakthrough, one could say that they were like humanoid demons at this moment. Such injuries were not enough to completely kill them, as long as there was a slight chance to breathe, they would stand up again, plunging into this endless slaughter.

"Next round, Lawrence."

A hoarse voice rang out, it seemed that under the suppression of Holy Silver, Lorenzo's throat had not yet fully healed.

But that didn't matter, at this moment, nothing could affect their slaughter.

At the end of the darkness, there was a piercing whistle as countless throwing knives were hurled by Lorenzo. These things had little effect on Lawrence, instead, he found Lorenzo's actions somewhat laughable.

The Nail Sword effortlessly cut them down, as easily as one might squash a bug.

"Have you run out of tricks, Lorenzo, to resort to such antics?"

Lawrence asked, eventually even giving up on attacking, letting the throwing knives graze past him, embedding themselves into the stones beside him.

"I'd like to ask you, Lawrence, have you really made no progress?"

From the other end of the darkness came Lorenzo's voice. He raised his hand high, seemingly holding a pistol, pulling the trigger, a grappling hook shot into the darkness above, directly dragging Lorenzo into the air.

"As arrogant as ever, Lawrence."

With the cessation of sound, a torrent of flames surged around Lawrence. In the aftermath of continuous battle, Lorenzo's blood had almost saturated this land. Purifying Flame rose upon it, quickly turning into a sea of fire, lighting up the darkness.

Several more throwing knives fell, and Lawrence was almost tired of such attacks, but this time he noticed something different.

The throwing knives were different from before, and their target wasn't him. They seemed to be casually discarded, tossed out by Lorenzo.

"You never learn, Lawrence. Last time, it was your arrogance that got you killed by me."

Lorenzo looked down at the sea of fire.

The iron-made throwing knives successfully paralyzed Lawrence. The Lacquered Antimony Flying Knives fell into the sea of Purifying Flame, followed by the rise of wild, furious flames, as if a Red Dragon was rampaging across the land.

The air grew hot, endless dust and blood burst into bubbles, mixed together, carried by the howling wind, crashing against the walls, causing them to shake violently.

Light descended, inch by inch banishing the darkness. In an instant, the Yega Grand Theater shone with brilliant light, like a bursting tide, with every crevice flowing with a liquid called "light".