Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

At the moment when the fire ignited, whether it was Fu Ge or Nalan Jia, they really felt that they were going to die.

Unprecedented despair enveloped my heart, and the memories of my life were recalled before my eyes.

They thought of their childhood, their own lives, and the Bucciarati who changed their lives.

The death procedure is almost complete, and you can directly receive the lunch box in the next step.

However, just like the toilet paper handed over from under the barrier by the brother in the cubicle when his legs were paralyzed, fate's favor always comes unexpectedly in extreme despair:

They survived because of a small sewer manhole.

Destiny is on our side!

Fuge and Nalanjia, who narrowly escaped death, were so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

The two of them were stuck face to face in the narrow manhole, with funny expressions but shining eyes.

Because the balance of victory has completely tilted towards their side:

Aviation Smith!

Aerosmith, who had just launched an attack, quickly changed his flight posture in the air, and the next moment he would aim his gun at Giorno's body again.

Purple smoke!

The terrifying purple monster instantly appeared five meters in front of Fuge.

As Fugo and Nalanja climbed out of the manhole together, it also pounced towards Giorno.

The situation has returned to the way it was at the beginning when the two were bullying the young, but it was far more crushing than it was at the beginning.

After all, aside from the serious injury caused by the bullet hitting his shoulder, Giorno had already exhausted most of his strength when he set up the huge trap just now.

Sweat covered his forehead, and his brain was slightly tingling.

Facing the ferocious Fuge and Nalanjia who launched a counterattack, he didn't even have time to breathe and hesitate, so he had to turn around and run back.

Still want to escape?

Nothing, nothing!

Fuge stepped forward and drove Zi Yan to pursue him quickly, his voice carrying the excitement of surviving a disaster:

The trap has failed, my physical strength is low, and blood is still spurting out from my shoulder.

You are so broken that you will never have the chance to escape again!

It sounds a bit arrogant, but it is an indisputable fact.

Giorno's escape speed was far slower than before, and the severe pain from the wound on his shoulder also affected his movements.

When Aviation Smith's bullets shot down towards his back again, he didn't even have time to complete the rolling and evasive action before he was once again grazed in the thigh by the tiny but powerful bullet.

Blood gushes from the wound on the thigh, and the superficial muscles are torn.

Giorno's steps suddenly faltered.

But he didn't give up, and he didn't even let out a subconscious cry of pain.

Hold on a little longer. Hold on a little longer.

Blood soaked half of his body, but Giorno still ran forward desperately regardless of his injuries.

In this way, he actually withstood the machine gun fire of Sky Aviation Smith, and while being quickly pursued by Zi Yan, he desperately escaped a few dozen meters away.

He had already run far away from the fire scene. If he ran a short distance, he would be able to break through to the intersection where Apache was stationed.

pity

There is a limit to the active role of consciousness, and the golden spirit cannot change the fact that Giorno was seriously injured, exhausted, and lost a lot of blood.

He was eventually caught up.

Purple Smoke, the humanoid monster that can release the deadly killing virus, has already aimed its iron fist at Giorno's back.

Egg roll head

You're already within my range!

Fugo's suppressed irritable emotions broke out under the ups and downs of the situation.

He shouted wildly and happily:

Just die miserably under my murderous virus!

As soon as he finished speaking, the virus capsule growing on the bones of Ziyan Fist suddenly burst open.

The murderous virus spurted out from the ruptured capsule, and soon polluted the air around Zi Yan into a deadly lavender color.

As the purple smoke fist struck, lavender smoke also roared out along with the cold fist wind.

In the next moment, these murderous viruses will touch Giorno's back, soak into his skin, and multiply rapidly in his body, inactivating his cells, deteriorating his blood, festering his muscles, and rotting his bones. He will die horribly.

But, at this moment.

Giorno seemed to have accepted his fate of death, and suddenly stopped escaping without even making a token resistance.

Not only did he not continue running forward, he even turned around and faced Zi Yan's fist that was surrounded by deadly poisonous mist.

What surprised Fuge and Nalanja who were chasing him side by side was that

There was no trace of fear on Giorno's face, just calmness:

You...really think

Facing the purple color rushing towards him, his voice remained calm.

At this moment, time seems to stand still:

Have I not considered the possibility that the trap might fail?

W-what?

Fuge and Nalanjia both changed their expressions.

They sensed something was wrong from Giorno's calm tone, but the most terrifying thing was that they themselves couldn't see anything wrong at all:

How can Zi Yan lose when riding on his face?

Your face is only 17 centimeters away from the killer virus, how can you beat me?

In this way, under the nervous and doubtful eyes of Fugo and Nalanja, Giorno began his explanation:

“I was concerned about it from the beginning“

Your purple stand has a shooting range of five meters. Logically speaking, it can stand anywhere within five meters of you.

But whether you are chasing me or being attacked, you unconsciously let your avatar stand at a maximum distance of five meters, as far away from your companions and the main body as possible.

I guess.

Giorno looked at Fugo with a playful expression:

I'm afraid you are doing this to prevent yourself from being hurt - that lavender poisonous gas is also effective on you!

So, so what?

Fuge still didn't understand where he had the flaw:

Do you still want to use my poisonous gas to defeat me?

This is impossible!

Although he said this, Fugo still couldn't help but feel fear because of the unknown.

He could only use words to hint at calmness:

Impossible. Impossible!

The poisonous gas of Purple Smoke will lose its activity in the sun after it spreads out to a maximum of two meters. As long as you keep a careful distance, how could I be involved in it when I am five meters away!

It's you, you egg roll head

Your face is only so far away from the poisonous gas. Can you still return this poisonous gas to me?

OK.

Giorno replied calmly:

You should know it yourself, right?

The killing range of purple poisonous gas is only two meters, not because they are limited to this distance by any rules, but because the few seconds of effective time before they lose their activity are only enough for them to disperse to two meters away.

So.

In the same 3 minutes, some people can run a full kilometer on the track and field, while others can only gasp for air in the second lap.

Just because the time is fixed, it doesn't mean that the distance they run will be fixed.

That is to say.

His cold eyes passed through the purple smoke and were firmly fixed on Fugo's face:

I just need to find a way to speed up the spread of poisonous gas and let them cover the five-meter distance before it expires. Then they can attack your body!

And this method of accelerating poisonous gas is

wind?

Fu Ge answered this method.

As the owner of Ziyan, he certainly knows the characteristics of his stand-in ability:

Indeed, as long as there is strong wind blowing, the poisonous gas can spread to farther places with the help of the wind.

But how could I not know this?

In order to prevent the strong wind from blowing the poisonous gas on me, I carefully observe the wind direction on the battlefield every time I fight!

Now.

You and Ziyan are both five meters east of me, and the wind blowing on the road is a slight westerly wind blowing from west to east——

Such a wind direction will only help me blow the poisonous gas towards you!

Fugo roared so hysterically, as if a louder voice would make him forget the extremely bad feeling in his heart.

However, Giorno completely shattered his self-deceptive illusion:

Yeah?

Are you really sure that the west wind will blow next?

certainly!

Fugo gritted his teeth and said:

This is not a special area. How can the wind direction change?

etc.

His expression suddenly froze.

At this moment, he figured it all out.

The unburnt fire behind him was still spreading scorching heat waves to the surroundings.

However, the heat wave blowing on Fuge's body was like a freezing wind from the Arctic, sending chills down his spine.

Fire. Heat the air.

Nalanja still maintained a blank expression.

But Fu Ge, the primary school bully who was admitted to college at the age of 13, was already muttering to himself with a horrified expression:

The hot air expands and rises, forming a chimney effect. Then based on the principle of thermal convection, the fire surface will be generated.

Powerful centripetal gust!

His face was as pale as paper.

Giorno raised his hand and snapped his fingers calmly:

East wind, rise!