Just like a reflection in the mirror, the iron knight resembling Lorenzo stood before him, the torrential rain washing over the dark armor, and under Lorenzo's gaze, he raised the blade of judgment high.
Power dragged the steel, its sharp edge tearing through the wet and cold curtain of rain, followed by a piercing wail resonating in the air, as if ghosts slain by the sword were weeping.
Sparks erupted from Lorenzo's armor, and then the sword blade nailed into the ground below, splashing water as high as a person.
The two maintained a close distance, almost simultaneously with the blade's landing, two nail swords crossed and struck upon the helmet of the Medanzo Demon Hunter. With Lorenzo's precise sword swing, the thin front end of the nail sword directly cut into the helmet's crevice.
