In the narrow space, the Purifying Flame surged wildly like a pure white furnace, melting the knight's armors on both sides of the corridor, like the dead souls.
In this room, Lorenzo's broad attacks were constrained, but likewise, Dean Lawrence's bizarre speed also had limitations, which was Lorenzo's tactic.
From the start of the battle until now, Dean Lawrence hadn't used his Authority; his fight with Lorenzo relied solely on that ghostly speed and Sword Skill.
Although suppressed by Lorenzo, he still controlled the pace of the battle, coupled with his countless years of experience, Lorenzo could hardly imagine if he had some kind of trump card hidden.
Dean Lawrence was silent, stepping on Lorenzo's rugged Armor, attempting to leap up and slash his head, but the narrow space constrained his speed; Lorenzo didn't even swing his sword but directly raised his fist and smashed.
