Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

The Colosseum, now.

Hello

After hearing the words I will protect you that Giorno turned around to say, Mista finally woke up:

Damn egg roll head, don't act cool!

If you stop the enemy in this way, you will die even if you win!

He roared so excitedly in his heart.

Although we have only known each other for just two days, we have experienced countless life and death together.

This kind of guy who can make people trust his life is the real friend that he couldn't meet for many years when he was a gangster.

Mista tried his best to crawl back, trying to stop the suicidal behavior.

But his broken body could no longer exert any strength. He could only watch with trembling eyes as he was pushed further and further away by the spreading vines.

Giorno didn't look back, let alone stop.

He knows what he's in.

Like cistus—

Taking the initiative to sacrifice for heirs is just a literary statement, viewed from a pragmatic perspective:

Even if it doesn't spontaneously combust, it will probably be roasted to death by the scorching summer sun. It would be better to burn itself to death cleanly, and before it dies, it can also take away the nearby weeds that compete with it for its living space.

Giorno is in the same situation now.

If you fight hard, you will die, if you don't fight, you will die, so why not try hard and see if you can take away someone to support you.

With this determination, he tried his best to drive the golden experience to change the terrain:

Wood big wood big wood big wood big!

Carpets of grass and shrubs continued to grow and spread around Giorno.

Under the dim light, the shadowy branches and leaves are connected together, and the faint fragrance spreads wantonly.

This ancient Colosseum, which has gone through many vicissitudes of life, has now turned into a beautiful and vibrant garden amid the ever-lasting golden shadow.

And Giorno stood in this plant fortress woven with flowers and green leaves, looking firmly at the invading enemy.

Likewise, this low wall made of plants also tightly blocked Diavolo's path, trapping him in a cramped corner of the circular Colosseum.

If you want to go through, kill me first!

Giorno said with a stern expression.

Oh, don't make a mistake.

Now is not the time for you to protect others.

Looking at the low green wall in front of him that sealed him out, the anger on Diavolo's face became more intense:

His current target is not just Mista.

Giorno's hatred in his heart was not low at all.

Seeing his prey standing in front of him with a face that would rather die than surrender, he was like seeing a cockroach arrogantly provoking with a slipper on its head, it was really disgusting.

So, in the midst of the overwhelming murderous intent and endless anger.

Diavolo stopped. .

Yes, he said the harshest words in the harshest voice, but he didn't move an inch.

The anger still could not go to his head. Even if he was so emotional, Diavolo was not stupid enough to attack the enemy's defense line without thinking.

He stopped quietly in the distance, waiting and observing.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

There were no voices or footsteps, only the heavy breathing of a few people present.

It was obvious that among these breathing sounds, Giorno's breathing became obviously heavier:

Diavolo is still.

He must be watching me, watching the plants.

This is an extremely unfortunate phenomenon.

What Giorno wanted to see most was for Diavolo to be carried away by anger, and then rush into the flowers and attack him regardless.

In that case, he would accidentally get covered in Cistus essential oil while traveling.

And his steps among the vegetation must have stirred up the grass carpets piled on the ground.

The smoldering sparks inside the grass carpet will then come into contact with sufficient oxygen from the outside, igniting a visible open flame in an instant, igniting this large area of ​​plants covered with volatile flammable essential oils.

By then, even if Diavolo, who was covered in oil and caught in the sea of ​​fire, was not burned to death, he would probably lose a layer of his skin.

However, an ideal state is an ideal state after all.

truly return to reality

Seeing Diavolo's face twitching in anger, he did not launch a direct attack so recklessly.

He is like a thousand-year-old tortoise. As long as he senses the slightest danger, he will subconsciously retreat into his shell.

No matter how angry you are.

What a difficult guy.

Giorno's expression became more serious:

With such a cautious character, coupled with such a powerful substitute, I'm afraid I will never be able to take the initiative in front of this man with just my golden experience.

In this way, the key to victory or defeat lies in Diavolo's own choice.

While Diavolo stopped to observe, Giorno was also nervously waiting for Diavolo's judgment:

If he decides not to come into contact with these plants at all, but uses his avatar to climb back to the second floor and take a detour to bypass the defense line formed by these plants, then I will have no way to stop him from killing.

But if he doesn't see anything wrong, or even if he notices something is wrong, he is confident that he can use the time cut to break through the defense line, then I may still have a chance.

After all, what matters now is whether Diavolo dares to kill Giorno.

If he was really cowarded enough to swallow all the harsh words he just said and dare not approach Giorno who was protected by these plants, then there would be nothing Giorno could do.

So.

An unprecedented tension came over me.

This perfect boy, who was like a son of a god, felt a lingering powerlessness for the first time in a long time.

The manpower has been exhausted, and we can only leave it to fate:

Diavolo.

What would you choose?

Time passed like this for a few extremely long seconds in deathly silence.

Diavolo finally made his choice——

He did not choose to retreat, nor did he go up the stairs to take a detour, but slowly took a step forward.

Step after step, Diavolo walked forward head-on.

He walked to the low green wall with thick foliage.

Taking another step forward, he and his double's bodies would come into contact with a cistus bush whose leaves were covered with plant essential oils.

Deeper in, his feet would stir the thick carpet of grass with sparks smoldering within.

bring it on.

Come in and kill me!

Giorno suppressed his inner uneasiness and waited silently.

However.

At this moment, in Giorno’s eyes hidden with infinite nervousness,

Diavolo stopped again.

This? Giorno's heart sank.

Diavolo, on the other hand, curled up the corners of his mouth that had already been twisted with anger, and smiled gloomily:

hehe.

At first I was still guessing whether there were any poisons on these plants that humans can't touch, but seeing that you stayed in the flowers, you didn't show anything strange after several seconds.

“In the end, I still didn’t expect it.”

What you used was not poison, but fire.

What?!

There was surprise in Giorno's eyes:

How did Diavolo know he was going to use fire?

Now that the light is so dim, the essential oils covering the branches and leaves of the Cistus cannot be distinguished with the naked eye.

How can you tell which plant it is just by smelling it?

However, Diablo happened to see his true intentions for no reason, as if he could predict the future.

Could it be that his Crimson King really has another ability besides time cutting?

This question is very important.

But Giorno had no time to think about it.

The results of the planned exposure were fatal, as now:

What a creative tactic.

Once the oil on your body burns, you won't be able to get rid of it even if you turn it on.

But it's a pity.

Such a horrific scene was clearly seen by me before it happened.

The Crimson King slowly stepped forward amid Diavolo's mocking voice.

Of course this kind of 'future' that is not good for me must be deleted.

The Crimson King turned on time cutting.

In the previous few seconds of waiting, its ability to overload rest had been restored.

In the midst of the cuts, the Crimson King leaned down.

It pointed at the thick pile of grass piled under the trees in front of it, and slashed out with a hand knife from a distance.

The blow didn't hurt anything, it just caused a small whirlwind.

The whirlwind blew directly towards the haystack, blowing away the dead grass on the surface of the haystack, revealing a smoldering hot spark underneath.

boom!

Flames shot into the sky.

The Crimson King quickly retreated, and the time cut ended.

Giorno didn't react at all.

When he realized something was wrong, what he saw before his eyes was a sea of ​​fire.

Grease-producing plants, spontaneously burning haystacks

Giorno Giovanna, you really prepared a good coffin for yourself.

Diavolo stood outside the fire that suddenly lit up, intact.

In his cold and stern gaze, the flames engulfed everything.