Chapter 198: Matryoshka
One punch, only one punch.
Bucciarati broke off the steel chain on his fingers and used his body to withstand two attacks, but in the end he only got the chance to punch Anthony.
But unfortunately...
If you fail to attack the vital points such as the back of the neck where nerves are concentrated, it is difficult to knock a living person unconscious from the front with human-level strength alone.
Anthony was confident that he could withstand the punch, so he boldly chose to fight Bucciarati head-on.
And the result was just as he expected. After losing the help of the steel chain fingers, Bucciarati alone was unable to knock him out with one blow.
Now that Bucciarati had delivered the punch, Anthony remained conscious.
The intense pain on his face did not make him faint, but instead made him even more excited:
"River King!"
Anthony stared at Buccellati's face which was so close to him.
He knew that in the next moment, this difficult man in front of him would completely disappear from this world.
There was nothing Bucciarati could do about it.
He didn't even have time to throw a second punch. He could only watch as the giant tongue, as swift as a phantom, broke through the air and attacked him again.
Bucciarati couldn't dodge at all.
The black-skinned toad seemed to be deliberately showing off. This time, it didn't even use much strength. It just thrust its tongue towards Bucciarati and licked him lightly.
"The third level of markings are complete!"
The third fish-shaped mark was instantly imprinted on Bucciarati's face.
Bucciarati didn't even have time to show fear or panic. His expression remained extremely calm and stern, as if he was still confident of victory.
But the steady momentum could not change the bad situation, and Bucciarati, who had three marks on his body, was in a desperate situation.
The next moment...
The black-skinned toad opened its bloody mouth, and the power of space surged wildly in silence.
“I won!”
Anthony roared in his heart with excitement.
However, at this moment, in this almost static time, the moment before Bucciarati was devoured...
Bucciarati laughed instead:
"Sorry, I lied again."
"'Front-on battle' or something like that, it never existed from the beginning."
Hearing this, Anthony's expression froze instantly.
At this moment, Bucciarati's body had been pulled away .
He disappeared from Anthony's sight in an instant, just like the melancholy blues before and the steel chain fingers just now.
However…
Anthony had no time to be happy.
He was shocked to find that after Bucciarati disappeared, a man with silver-white hair suddenly appeared right in front of him.
His eyes were cold and icy, and he suddenly appeared there as if he had used some kind of instant teleportation magic, appearing at the place where Bucciarati had just disappeared.
"A-Apache?"
Anthony's face was full of surprise:
"Didn't you leave? Why are you here?"
"How come you suddenly appear here?!"
"Heh..." Apache replied with an icy face, "Do you really think I would abandon my companions and run away alone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles in his arms, which seemed like cast iron, tensed and bulged rapidly.
Before Anthony could react to this magical trick, Apache's strong arms had already clamped his throat tightly.
Apache's close combat ability is extremely powerful, and in the human world, it is at least at the level of a fighting champion.
His grip firmly locked Anthony's throat, and his fingers dug deep into the skin like iron clamps, clamping the vital throat of the human body.
"In a sense, this black-skinned toad and the steel chain finger are the same type of stand."
"At least, the steel chain finger can also open up a different space in the stomach and hide another living person inside."
"So, just like Russian nesting dolls and Australian kangaroos..."
Under Anthony's shocked and horrified gaze, Apache said coldly:
"I have been hiding in the alternate dimension inside Bucciarati's body."
"Bucciarati was my shield. He used his body to block the attack and brought me all the way to you."
"And your Stand ability can only make one object disappear at a time, but it can't make the other object hidden inside it be involved."
"So, at the moment when Bucciarati disappeared..."
"It's my turn now!"
Anthony was completely shocked.
After swallowing the wooden stick, the prosthetic hand, and the steel chain fingers, he thought Bucciarati had run out of tricks.
But he never expected that there had been a living person hidden inside Bucciarati!
And now, thanks to Bucciarati's efforts, Abbazi appeared right in front of him and locked his throat tightly with his iron claws:
"Release Bucciarati."
"And steel chain fingers, and my melancholy blues."
Because he didn't know whether he could make the swallowed things reappear safely after killing people, Apache chose to threaten Anthony while he was still alive:
"I don't have a single mark on my body now."
"And the attack power of that black catfish is not enough to defeat me. How long will it take for it to stack three layers of marks on me?"
"Although the tongue is fast, it still takes at least one second."
"Unfortunately..."
"It only takes 0.1 seconds for me to crush your throat."
Apache stared at Anthony's horrified eyes with a fierce look.
The strength in his hands increased instantly, and his five fingers even deeply penetrated into the opponent's flesh and blood, strangling Anthony to the point where he could not breathe.
Once this person can't breathe, his courage will naturally disappear.
Anthony's face immediately turned extremely pale.
He looked at Apache quietly with fear and helplessness in his eyes, as if he wanted to beg Apache not to kill him.
But Apache continued to increase his strength without mercy:
"I'll give you one second to think about it."
"Should we release it or not?"
"put!"
Anthony was unable to speak and could only utter the soundless syllable with his lips.
Anyway, just as Karne knew that his substitute would turn into an undead piece of meat after his death, Anthony also knew that after his death, all the things imprisoned in the alien space would be released.
Instead of waiting to be killed and your equipment dropped, it is better to hand over your equipment proactively.
There is no way. Only when you die do you realize how much you don’t want to die:
"The river... the king of the stream."
"Spit them all out."
Anthony's mind moved, and the black toad immediately opened its mouth wide.
Bucciarati and Steel Chain Fingers, who had just been imprisoned in a different space, reappeared in the world, and Abbacchio's Melancholy Blues also returned to its owner.
"very good."
Apache loosened his grip slightly, giving Anthony some space to speak.
But his hand was still firmly grasped on Anthony's throat like an eagle's claw, as if he was going to crush it completely in the next second.
“Let…let me go!”
Anthony's expression changed completely.
The excitement and excitement from just a few seconds ago were completely gone, leaving only confusion and panic.
"I lost..."
"I will never trouble you again, and I will never appear in front of you again."
The young boy's face was filled with fear, as if the brief near-death experience had left him with a huge psychological trauma.
"Oh, let me let you go?"
"Why do you have such fantasies?"
Apaki stared at Anthony quietly, his eyes as cold as if he was looking at a dead person.
"you…"
Anthony's little face was as pale as paper:
"I've already released the person, and you said you would release me!"
"Yeah?"
"Think about it carefully. I just asked you to release the person. When did I say that you would not die if you released the person?"
Apache gave a joking answer without changing his expression.
"you?!"
Terror filled Anthony's eyes.
As a young and proud man, he had never experienced failure, nor had he tasted death:
“No…don’t…”
Anthony turned his head palely, looking pitifully at the good-for-nothing who he disdained in his heart:
"Bucciarati...save me."
"My boss ordered me to do this... I will die if I don't do it..."
"I... I'm still young, I don't understand anything, I'm still a child..."
Bucciarati remained unmoved.
He also looked at Anthony with cold eyes:
"People are responsible for what they have done - whether they are adults or children."
"and…"
In his azure eyes, a strong killing intent that was rarely seen before suddenly surged:
"Taking advantage of others' kindness to do bad things is always the worst thing in the world."
"Apache—"
Bucciarati turned his head neatly, without any hesitation in his voice:
"Send him to where he should go."
