Chapter 195 The Simplest Tactic
Tragedy is happening.
Under the dim light, in the dark woods, scarlet blood was flowing.
"Devil...devil..."
The drug addict's skinny face was filled with fear, and his scarred body was shaking constantly.
Of course he couldn't see the ferocious beast standing next to Anthony, but just like the strange experience when he lost his hands inexplicably just now, this invisible thing is the real horror for ordinary people.
"Ah... it's so dirty."
Anthony stood two meters away with a look of disgust, trying hard not to let the splattered blood stain his beautiful suit:
"Damn it, you forced me to do such a disgusting thing."
"Buccellati, come back here quickly!!"
The shouting stopped and the forest remained as quiet as usual.
Bucciarati did not appear as he had expected, but the abused drug addict woke up completely in the intense pain:
"No, don't kill me."
"I don't want to die...Don't let the devil take me away."
The drug addict tried to arch his body which had lost both hands and was covered with wounds, and begged pitifully and humbly to Anthony, the only person he could see.
“That’s enough!”
Anthony pouted and looked at the drug addict with disgust in his eyes.
Although drug addicts become drug addicts 80% of the time because of the "local specialties" sold by their organizations, Anthony still feels infinite contempt for such disgusting human-shaped bedbugs:
"It's all because of you. You're a toxic waste that will pollute the land even after you die."
"Your life is so dirty and cheap that even those good people who think they are messengers of justice don't want to come back to save you!"
"never mind…"
Anthony became angrier as he spoke, and a murderous rage gradually emerged on his young face:
"I might as well kill you!"
"Since Bucciarati and the others refuse to come back, I have no choice but to fulfill my 'promise'."
“No… please…”
The drug addict knelt on the ground trembling, the fear in his heart reaching its peak.
And in the "empty" air in front of him, a wide, thick and long tongue, like a stalking python, slowly coiled towards his fragile and deadly neck.
But at this moment...
There was a rustling sound suddenly coming from the direction where Bucciarati and Abbaccio had just disappeared among the trees.
"Um, is anyone there?"
Anthony's face changed, and the long tongue that was almost about to touch the addict's neck suddenly changed direction.
"Haha...it's you. You guys are back after all."
"I knew it, just like a kid who can't help squeezing bubble wrap, you good-for-nothings just can't bear to watch innocent people die!"
Although the light in the forest was dark and it was hard to see clearly, Anthony was still very excited:
"Come out..."
"Let's have a good fight!"
There was still only a rustling sound over there.
The enemy that Anthony was expecting did not show up immediately, but was hiding in the darkness not far away, doing something unknown.
"Oh... I see."
There was a sudden wisdom in his eyes:
"They still don't dare to face my 'familiar' head-on."
"In that case..."
Anthony immediately noticed the ground beneath his feet:
Judging from the stand ability of Steel Chain Finger, the best way for Bucciarati to get close to his real body is to sneak underground.
And now the other party is reluctant to show up, he must have thought of this and is preparing to launch a sneak attack from underground.
Anthony made such a judgment that "anticipated the enemy's moves".
He stared closely at the ground beneath his feet, and even silently calculated in his mind how long it would take for the other party to sneak up to him:
"Almost. This time is enough for them to reach my feet."
"River King!"
Anthony's mind moved, and the long tongue in the black toad's mouth slapped the ground heavily like a whip.
Anthony dodged to the side and flexibly made room.
At the same time, in order to prevent Bucciarati from attacking him from underground, he had his stand-in imprint two fish-shaped marks on the ground beneath his feet in advance.
So, when the long tongue left the third mark on the ground, the powerful spatial ability could be activated.
"Eat up this ground and make them show their heads!"
With an excited roar, the black toad suddenly opened its bloody mouth.
At this moment, the soil on the ground suddenly disappeared.
It was as if the soil had been deleted from this world out of thin air, causing a square pit the size of a coffin to suddenly appear on the ground.
However…
"No, they haven't come here yet?"
Looking at the empty pit, Anthony looked a little embarrassed.
In vain he dug a big hole in the ground, with nothing in it, like a grave waiting for burial.
And then…
"What are you attacking the ground for?"
Bucciarati slowly walked out from the shadows of the woods.
He looked indifferently at Anthony who was shouting at the ground, and then he showed himself upright.
"You're not going to attack from underground?"
Anthony looked at Bucciarati in front of him with some doubt:
Only Bucciarati came - this is not surprising, after all, Apa has basically no combat power, and Anthony did not expect this "trash" to come back and die.
However, what surprised him was:
Facing the "invincible" river king, Bucciarati did not launch a sneak attack or hide. Instead, he took the initiative to stand in front of him without any cover.
Is there some conspiracy hidden behind this?
Anthony felt instinctively alert.
But Bucciarati just looked at him coldly with calm eyes, as if the boy in front of him was already dead:
"There's no need for a sneak attack to deal with you."
"Because I've figured it out..."
"Your so-called 'invincibility in close combat' has been a false proposition from the beginning."
"As long as I use the tools well, with the speed and strength of my steel-chain fingers, I can defeat you fairly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the steel chain fingers slowly walked out from the shade of the trees behind Bucciarati, his metallic blue body glowing with a special luster under the light.
But what really caught Anthony's attention now were the two extra weapons in Steel Chain Fingers' hands:
In fact, it is not a magical weapon.
They were just two short, durable wooden sticks that I picked out from the woods.
However, just these two ordinary thick wooden sticks were enough to make Anthony change color:
"You can only swallow an object once you reach three marks in total."
"For those melee-type Stands that are not fast enough, this is of course an unsolvable ability."
"But my steel chain fingers are stronger than most melee Stands. They are fast enough to match that tongue, and they can easily overpower your Stand in terms of strength."
"This means that..."
"The steel chain fingers have almost absolute success in flicking that tongue away with the stick before it can touch my body."
Anthony's expression has become very embarrassed:
indeed.
In fact, there is really no need for any strategy to defeat his River King. As long as the strength and speed are strong enough, the enemy can just charge in without thinking with a "shield".
However, high-speed and high-powered melee Stands are extremely rare, and Anthony has never encountered such an "unreasonably strong" opponent before, so he has never been aware of this special weakness.
Bucciarati paused for a moment, then spoke slowly in a murderous tone that was very rare in him:
"Next, it's a simple math problem that even Naranja can do."
"One stick can block three times before being swallowed, two sticks will be six times."
"I just noticed that the tongue can be ejected up to 7 meters."
"In other words, I just need to break through the 7-meter distance before being attacked 6 times, and then beat your Stand head-on..."
As he spoke, Bucciarati slowly stepped forward.
Every steady step carries with it a force that shocks people:
"You will be the one to die!"
