Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Before entering the station, the train had already entered a deceleration state.

By the time Prosit fell backwards onto the platform, the roaring and roaring steel beast had become much docile.

But no matter how docile a giant beast is, it is still a giant beast. As long as it is still moving, it cannot be easily touched by weak humans.

So, the next scene became very cruel:

Prosit's body first hit the side wall of the still-moving train backwards, and then rolled uncontrollably twice in mid-air close to the car body.

Like an ant blown up by the strong wind, he quickly fell powerlessly after being suspended in the air for a short time.

But the ground below is not flat and safe, but the rolling wheels roaring like a meat grinder.

Prosciutto was caught up in the moving wheel.

Soon, there was a chilling, crunching, and bone-crushing sound from under the platform.

As if a plump and juicy tomato had been thrown to the ground, a scarlet liquid suddenly splashed out in the narrow gap between the train and the platform.

At this moment, the substitute named Zhuanglie Chengren disappeared.

Li Qing's aging state was instantly lifted.

Success!

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Li Qing could feel that his aging body was recovering rapidly.

The skin tightened again, the flesh became tough, and the whole body was filled with strength.

“Finally I have some strength.”

Unfortunately, I didn't expect that that guy's fist would cause such serious injuries to me.

Li Qing clutched his abdomen tightly.

There was a big hole the size of a fist on his abdomen, and the organs and tissues inside the big hole were completely eroded.

It was only because of Li Qing's desperate efforts to cover it with his hands that the things that needed to be mosaic did not flow out like jelly.

Although the gradual recovery of Superman's physique has greatly slowed down his blood loss, such a disemboweling wound cannot be solved by physical self-healing.

In normal times, Li Qing can recover his injuries by consuming blood when turning on digitalization.

When he is de-digitized, he will once again be a healthy man with eight-pack abs.

But, now.

As long as I turn on digitization, the huge consumption of repairing my body will instantly wipe out my remaining health.

“We absolutely can’t use digitization now, I can only wait.”

Wait for Giorno to come and save me.

Li Qing gritted his teeth tightly, and his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

He is a player who has been spoiled by digitization. In the past, even if he was injured in the physical state, he could instantly resolve it by restarting the system after holding on for two seconds.

This way of fighting, like playing a game, makes Li Qing's ability to endure pain far less than his rich combat experience.

Now the big hole in his stomach was bleeding all the time, and he could hear his intestines sloshing around inside with every step he took. Only then did he realize clearly:

Those guys who can still fight with injuries without digitization are really terrible wolves.

It hurts, it hurts too much

Li Qing tried hard not to moan like a coward.

At the same time, he was silently encouraging himself:

Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer.

The only enemy left is the carrot head.

Although that damn fishhook is still drilling inside me. Hiss——

Li Qing couldn't help but groan as he fell to the ground.

Because the fishhook that couldn't be shaken off had now unknowingly penetrated his abdomen from his thighs, stabbing deeply through his waist like a sharp knife.

Of course, such damage would be unsightly in a digitalized state.

But now Li Qing is using a physical body, and his body made of flesh and blood cannot help having a fishhook scurrying around inside.

Now it's just a waist pierced. If he takes a few more steps, there will be a more fatal wound.

If his heart had been stabbed, he would really be dead now.

Damn.

time is limited.

Li Qing tried his best to persist in the pain:

But, but I'm not hopeless.

The aging process has been lifted. Even if my body is injured, I still have enough strength to deal with the enemy.

The strengthening effect brought by the upgrade directly affects Li Qing's body. Even without digitalization, he still has a physique comparable to that of a superhero.

Although the injury was serious and there were still fish hooks in his body, there was still hope for him as long as he got rid of aging.

Li Qing was thinking so

heroic.

Chengren!

There was no sound, no movement.

Between the bloody wheels, a pair of eyes as resolute as knives slowly opened.

On the blood-stained railway track, a terrifying humanoid phantom quietly appeared.

Layers of horrific aging wrinkles suddenly appeared on Li Qing's cheeks that had just regained their youth.

What?!

Li Qing's expression suddenly froze:

That man... is still conscious!

He just watched with his own eyes as Prosit was rolled into the wheel, his body was crushed, and he was crushed into a pulp.

Can a person who is injured to that extent still stay conscious and continue fighting?

Is this still something humans can do?

Li Qing walked to the edge of the platform in disbelief, and then looked down with his old and cloudy eyes:

He saw Prosciutto.

Prosit's arms, waist, abdomen, and legs had all been completely twisted by the wheels into indistinguishable flesh.

Only a small part of his body remains intact.

This half of the body was tightly embedded in the gap between the train wheels, twisting like dough filling a cake mold.

But even so, Prosut is still alive.

He lived tenaciously, summoned a substitute with a terrible will, and fought unswervingly.

madman.

You crazy person

Why can you do this?

For the first time in history, Lee Sin felt an emotion called awe in battle.

He couldn't imagine what kind of will the enemy was holding on to.

His body was so broken, why was his spirit still so strong?

And Prosit had no strength to speak now.

He maintained his avatar with such difficulty, and then looked at Li Qing quietly.

That look seemed to say:

As long as I have breath, I will not remove my Stand ability.

Li Qing, you are not the one who wins.

Li Qing even felt a little scared when he saw it.

He subconsciously took two steps back, letting the high platform under his feet block Prosit's view.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Li Qing really didn't dare to look at this man who seemed to have climbed out of the abyss.

Damn it. Is this guy a monster?

Why isn't he dead yet?

Li Qing seemed a little overwhelmed by the shock.

The situation was different from what he imagined. He didn't defeat the man at all.

The enemy's stand-in ability is still maintained silently, as always.

His body began to age again, and the strength that had just been restored for a few seconds quickly disappeared.

The hope that arose in my heart quickly dimmed in such despair.

Severely injured, old age makes it difficult to walk

It's impossible for me to fight with that carrot head now.

Li Qing thought with a pale face:

The only hope is to wait.

I can only wait here, waiting for help from Giorno and the others to arrive.

Like a poor weakling, at this moment, Li Qing began to pray to heaven unconsciously.

He prayed, hoping that help would arrive before the enemy arrived.

However, God never works.

In Li Qing's nervous and helpless eyes, the fishing line that had been tight became loose.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight vibration on the fishing line, and there was a rush of footsteps in the waiting hall 50 meters away——

What came first was not rescue at all, but the enemy.

Bessie will be arriving soon.

Li Qing's life was less than fifty meters, or at most a few seconds.

It's over.

The enemy has reacted.

As long as he gets here, it's impossible for me to survive!

It was extremely rare for such dejected words to appear in his heart.

Because the current situation is indeed one of death and no life:

“Digitalization can no longer be used.”

My body is so old that I can barely walk.

The hook will soon pierce the heart.

There is such a big hole in my stomach.

Li Qing's spirit was shaken by pain and despair.

He even began to unconsciously find reasons for his giving up:

With your body in such a broken state, is it possible to continue fighting?

“It can’t be done at all”

I, I have tried my best

As he was thinking about it, a light suddenly flashed in his chaotic mind.

Li Qing perked up.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous his excuse was.

Is it really impossible to fight if my body is broken and on the verge of despair?

Has he really tried his best?

The answer is of course no.

Because there was a perfect example, a respectable role model, right before him, at his feet.

Procute.

Li Qing silently recited this name belonging to his enemy.

Thank you, you taught me a good lesson.

I will not give up the fight, I will not give up hope, until the last moment of my life.

His unclenched fists were clenched tightly:

I will try my best to survive and seize victory from your hands.

This is the greatest respect I have for you.