Aware of his current disadvantage, Lorenzo released his grip, disappearing into the wind and snow again before Lawrence could arrive.
Standing at the edge of the car roof, endless cold winds swept past both sides of his body. Lawrence remained vigilant, knowing that Lorenzo would not let things end so easily.
The next moment, the Folding Blade pierced through the steel, stabbing up from the roof beneath his feet, nearly piercing through Lawrence's ankle. At that moment, he flipped off the carriage to continue the pursuit.
The car door was already open, and before Lawrence could steady himself, a flickering flame kindled in the darkness.
"That kind of weapon is useless against me."
Lawrence strode into the darkness; under Shangdafeng's foresight and the Demon Hunter's physique, slicing through the speeding Aluminothermic Bomb was no challenge.
Yet in the darkness came Lorenzo's laughter.
"Dean, you're too confident, and excessive confidence is also a weakness."
As he spoke, several steel needles shot out from the darkness...they weren't steel needles, but Conductive Metal Spears, as Lorenzo fired the Electric Spear Gun in the dark.
Lawrence had never seen such a weapon. The Nail Sword casually knocked them aside, but when the Nail Sword made contact, a surge of electricity instantly coursed through his body. The biological instinct to spasm slowed his strike, and more Conductive Metal Spears pierced into him, restricting his movement.
"See, just like that."
A mocking voice rang out.
In paralysis, Lawrence angrily unleashed his power. The terrifying corrosion directly hit Lorenzo at this close range, but this time Lorenzo didn't fall. His eyes were bloodshot, and blood dripped from his nose.
Excess use of the Florun Potion kept his sanity intact, his face twisted in a grimace.
"How many Aluminothermic Bombs can you still deflect now?"
Lorenzo picked up an already lit Aluminothermic Rifle, the fiery meteor streaking by.
The Electric Spear Gun alone couldn't restrain Lawrence, but it only needed to slightly limit his actions, so even if he foresaw the future, he couldn't change it.
This was Lorenzo's plan: Shangdafeng's foresight had its limits. There would always be a blank period in the future for Lawrence, so unleash a storm-like offensive, constantly testing until it gave Lorenzo an opportunity during that blank period.
Briefly paralyzed, Lawrence broke free of the restraint. His recovered power first struck down the initial Aluminothermic Bomb, but the subsequent bombs had already arrived; he was too late.
The half-melted, high-temperature metal hit his body directly. Solid metal penetrated inside; liquid metal adhered to the skin surface. The searing heat brought immense pain instantly.
The heart-wrenching agony tormented Lawrence's nerves. His sword-wielding hand hesitated slightly, allowing more Aluminothermic Bombs to hit, almost turning half of his body into a metal statue in an instant.
With force, he shook off the molten metal on him. The Nail Sword came with deadly intent, and Lorenzo didn't even think to dodge. His Armor was fully covering, the solid black armor like a shield, but compared to the body nourished by the Holy Grail, the power was still too terrifying; the Nail Sword pierced through Lorenzo's chest and pinned him to the car door behind.
"Dean, you taught me that a Demon Hunter should be a weapon, no extra emotions, abandoning human identity."
Lorenzo gripped the Nail Sword that impaled him, looking at Lawrence's contorted face. Laughter emanated from beneath the Face Armor.
"Fear, greed, sensitivity...these are human weaknesses, but do you remember that anger is also a human weakness?"
"Anger makes one lose reason."
The rage in Lawrence's expression suddenly vanished, his pupils reflecting a dazzling white light. He saw that detestable future, but just then, Lorenzo clung onto him tightly.
Another way to counter Shangdafeng... some futures, even anticipated, cannot be avoided.
"Don't run, Lawrence!"
Lorenzo roared and activated the weapon in his other hand, blinding light flared up.
This was Lorenzo's meticulously chosen battleground, every weapon in the carriage meant to kill Lawrence.
The Spear of Melting had been activated; this weapon was designed to counter the Armor of Original Sin, essentially a large-scale aluminothermic agent. The rapidly melting high-temperature metal would melt through the armor and destroy the internal mechanical structure, and now it was being used on Lawrence.
No matter how Lawrence wielded the Nail Sword, the intense pain could not make Lorenzo release his grip; then a sharp spear pierced him, molten metal splattering, as if the light had taken form.
Lawrence howled and retreated; the flesh blessed by the Holy Grail would not lead to death, but the searing agony still drove him mad. Slowly extracting the spear, golden molten metal spread on the ground like a golden puddle.
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Holding onto the searing metal, Lawrence unhesitatingly threw it. The next moment, the burning spear descended before Lorenzo's eyes; waving the Nail Sword, Lorenzo attempted to deflect it, but was knocked away by the sheer force, slamming into the car door edge, allowing endless cold winds to rush in.
"Truly pitiful, Lawrence."
Lorenzo continued to taunt as he slowly stood, observing the figure standing amidst the flames.
"You still don't understand, anger still controls you."
As Lorenzo finished speaking, Lawrence realized, but it was too late; this was the 'blank' after foresight was triggered.