These new Demon Hunters are nothing but inferior imitations; they've never witnessed that cruel era, nor truly experienced those nightmare battles. They possess power but don't know how to wield it.
"Courage in the face of death, the strength to sever steel, the skill to slay demons, and the cunning to use any means necessary..."
That is a Demon Hunter; the strength has never been in the Secret Blood, but in the will to harness it.
Lorenzo placed the short-barreled shotgun back into the briefcase and picked up the Nail Sword embedded in Iron Serpent. He turned his back to the torrential rain, his cold gaze reflecting this chaotic world. It was at this moment that pairs of equally fiery eyes lit up behind the rain.
The surprise attack ended here; what followed would be an intense head-on battle. Lorenzo slowly spread his arms, raising the blade high to forge a bizarre cross in front of his chest, like a shield.
He prayed softly.
"Therefore, I shall fear nothing..."
