Lorenzo continued speaking, the echo lingering over that Pseudo-God.
From this perspective, it indeed seems so; the Demon Hunters are superior humans, possessing the authority to wield the extraordinary.
"I just like it, just as some people covet money, others covet power, some covet women; everyone has something to live for, right?"
The Demon Hunter's offensive suddenly changed, the swordsmanship was no longer the style of Bolognese Swordsmanship, but had transformed into something else. Lorenzo realized something was wrong, he had been lulled by the Demon Hunter. Immediately, the blade thrust from a tricky angle. Lorenzo tried his best to evade, but still got grazed.
"We're all strange creatures, I can see that, Lorenzo Holmes; it's a feeling of kinship."
The Demon Hunter stopped the attack, raised the blade, and his gaze fell on the bright red.
