Chapter 86: Zomboto Hiroshi [2]

"YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

Zomboto’s face twisted with rage.

His veins bulged across his forehead, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Do you think you’re amusing?! You walk into my mansion, slaughter my men, and then stand there acting like some kind of superior being?!"

He pointed an accusing finger at Lorenzo.

"You’re nothing but a spoiled brat hiding behind your father’s name! Without Aldric Riina, you’d be nothing!"

Lorenzo tilted his head.

"Is that so?"

"Don’t interrupt me!"

Zomboto’s voice echoed throughout the hall.

"I built this organization with my own hands! I’ve spent years expanding the Riina Family’s influence in Berlin! I’ve sacrificed everything to make this place what it is today!"

He spread his arms, gesturing toward the ruined hall.

"And this is how I’m repaid?! Your father sends his little son to execute me?!"

Lorenzo listened quietly.

He almost felt sorry for the man.

Almost.

’What an interesting way to describe stealing someone else’s property.’

Zomboto hadn’t built the Riina Family’s influence. He had merely been entrusted with managing it.

But somewhere along the way, he had begun confusing authority with ownership.

And now, he was throwing a tantrum because the actual owner had decided to take back what belonged to him.

"You’re mistaken about something, Hiroshi."

Lorenzo’s voice was calm.

"I’m not here to listen to your complaints."

His smile disappeared.

"You’re here because my father has decided that you’ve outlived your usefulness."

Zomboto’s expression darkened.

"YOU—!"

He suddenly slammed his foot against the floor.

BOOM!

A tremendous burst of mana erupted from his body.

The pressure spread throughout the hall, sending broken furniture and loose debris flying. Several surviving members of the Hiroshi Family immediately retreated, unable to withstand the force.

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes.

’Oh?’

The man’s aura was considerably stronger than he had expected.

He was radiating D- rank aura. The same rank that as that Ice-Yetis that Lorenzo had to run save his life.

But there’s was something that everyone overlooked, he didn’t run away from D- rank Ice-Yeti because Lorenzo fear him, Lorenzo retreated because hundreds of Ice-Yeti of lower rank following him.

It was simply impossible for Lorenzo to win that fight.

But this fight? Lorenzo can win.

Why? Because Lorenzo knows his abilities ditails in his mind.

While playing game [City Of Overlords] he had happened to run into this Zomboto Hiroshi few times.

According his memory, his ability is to make what he’s holding five times ’Harder.’

Through this ability, he joined the Riina family and created his own small criminal syndicate, but...

’Today it’s end .’

The massive War hammer bat he was holding was engulfed in a faint light.

It must have been his ability manifesting.

Lorenzo summoned his second axe.

A faint crimson glow spread across its blade as mana surged through the weapon.

[Axe of Slaughter]

[Slaughter Instinct]

The moment the weapon art activated, Lorenzo’s senses sharpened. His breathing became steady, and the weight of the axe seemed to disappear from his hands.

He glanced at Zomboto’s massive war hammer.

"That kind of hammer isn’t scary at all."

Zomboto’s expression twisted.

"You—!"

"Come on, then."

Lorenzo raised his axe.

"Show me what you’ve got."

Zomboto roared and charged.

His enormous body moved far faster than his appearance suggested. The golden hammer swept through the air, carrying enough force to shatter the entire hall.

BOOOOOOM!

Lorenzo dodged sideways.

The hammer smashed into the floor, sending chunks of marble flying in every direction. A deep crater appeared where he had been standing moments earlier.

’Heavy.’

Lorenzo glanced at the crater.

’But not particularly fast.’

Zomboto pulled his hammer back and swung again.

Lorenzo stepped forward instead of retreating.

The axe in his right hand descended toward Zomboto’s shoulder.

CLANG!

The blade struck the golden gauntlet protecting his arm.

A sharp metallic sound rang through the hall.

Lorenzo’s eyebrows rose slightly.

’So that’s how he uses his ability.’

Zomboto’s ability could make whatever he held five times harder. By reinforcing his weapon and gauntlet, he had turned them into formidable defensive and offensive tools.

However, there was one obvious weakness.

He could only reinforce what he was holding.

And his movements were predictable.

"HAHAHA! Did you think that would work?!"

Zomboto swung his hammer horizontally.

Lorenzo ducked beneath it, feeling the wind brush against his hair. Before Zomboto could recover, Lorenzo twisted his body and drove his second axe toward the man’s exposed ribs.

CRACK!

The blade bit into his side.

"ARGH!"

Zomboto staggered backward, blood spilling from beneath his clothes.

Lorenzo withdrew his axe and examined the wound.

’His body isn’t nearly as durable as his weapons.’

That was the difference between an ability that reinforced an object and one that reinforced the user’s entire body.

Zomboto had spent years relying on his artifact and weapon. He had become so accustomed to overwhelming his opponents with brute force that he had neglected his own combat fundamentals.

Lorenzo could exploit that.

"You Bastard!"

Zomboto raised his hammer with both hands.

He brought it down with all his strength.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The floor collapsed beneath the impact.

Dust and fragments of marble filled the hall.

But Lorenzo was no longer there.

He had already moved to Zomboto’s blind spot.

"Too slow."

A cold voice whispered beside his ear.

Zomboto’s eyes widened.

Before he could turn around, Lorenzo’s axe slashed across his back.

SPLAT!

Blood sprayed across the golden armor.

"AAARGH!"

Zomboto stumbled forward, nearly dropping his hammer.

Lorenzo didn’t give him time to recover.

He followed with another strike, then another, forcing Zomboto to turn and defend himself. Each time the hammer came around, Lorenzo slipped past its reach and attacked from a different angle.

The sound of metal colliding echoed through the hall.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Zomboto’s breathing grew ragged.

His movements became increasingly frantic.

’How?!’

He couldn’t understand it.

He possessed a higher rank, a powerful artifact, and an ability that could make his weapons nearly indestructible.

Yet he couldn’t land a single decisive blow.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo was steadily cutting him apart.

"Stop running around!"

Zomboto roared and slammed his hammer against the floor.

Golden energy spread outward in a wide wave.