Chapter 230: Heroic Death
The train had already slowed down before entering the station.
By the time Prosciutto fell backwards onto the platform, the huge steel beast that was roaring and rolling towards him had become much more docile.
But no matter how docile a beast is, it is still a beast. As long as it is still moving, it cannot be easily touched by weak humans.
So, the next scene becomes very cruel:
Proshout's body first hit the side of the still moving train backwards, and then rolled twice uncontrollably in the air close to the body of the train.
Like an ant blown by strong wind, he quickly fell down powerlessly after a brief period of hovering in the air.
But there was no flat and safe ground below, but rolling wheels that roared like a meat grinder.
Proshute was sucked into the moving wheels.
Soon, a chilling, crunching, bone-crushing sound was heard under the platform.
It was like a plump and juicy tomato was thrown to the ground with force, and a stream of scarlet liquid suddenly splashed in the narrow gap between the train and the platform.
At this moment, the substitute named Martyrdom disappeared.
Li Qing's aging condition was instantly relieved.
“Success!”
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Li Qing could feel that his aging body was recovering rapidly.
The skin became tight again, the flesh became tough, and the whole body was filled with strength.
"Finally I have some strength..."
"Unfortunately, I didn't expect that guy's fist would cause such serious injuries to me."
Li Qing covered his abdomen tightly.
There was a fist-sized hole on his abdomen, and the organs and tissues inside the hole were eroded.
It was all thanks to Li Qing’s desperate efforts to cover it with his hands that the things that needed to be blurred out did not flow out like jelly.
Although his gradually recovering superhuman physique had greatly slowed down his blood loss, this kind of stomach-breaking wound could not be healed by the body's own healing.
Under normal circumstances, Li Qing can recover from injuries by consuming blood by turning on data.
Once he is de-digitized, he will be a healthy man with eight-pack abs again.
But now...
"As long as I turn on the digitization, the huge consumption of repairing my body will instantly drain my remaining life value."
"We can't use data now. I can only wait..."
"Wait for Giorno to come and rescue me."
Li Qing clenched 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 his physical state, he could just hold on for two seconds and then "restart the system" to solve the problem instantly.
This kind of fighting method, which is like playing a game, makes Li Qing's ability to endure pain far from matching his rich combat experience.
The big hole in his stomach was bleeding non-stop, and he could hear his intestines sloshing around inside with every step he took. Only then did he truly and clearly realize:
Those guys who can fight despite being injured without being digitized are truly incredible Wolf Mine.
“It hurts, it hurts so much…”
Li Qing tried hard to restrain himself from whining 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 that carrot head."
"Although that damn fishhook is still drilling in my body...hiss——"
Li Qing couldn't help but hum as he fell to the ground.
Because the fishhook, which could not be shaken off at all, had now unknowingly penetrated from his thigh to his abdomen, and pierced his kidney deeply like a sharp knife.
If this kind of damage is in a digitized state, it will certainly not be enough to see.
But now Li Qing is using his physical body, and his body made of flesh and blood cannot withstand a fishhook running around inside.
Now only the waist was pierced. If you go a few steps higher, there will be more fatal parts.
If his heart was pierced, he would be dead now.
“Damn it…”
"Time is running out."
Li Qing tried his best to persevere in the pain:
"But, but I am not hopeless."
"Aging has been eliminated. I have regained my youthful body. Even if I am injured, I still have enough strength to deal with the enemy."
The strengthening effect brought by the upgrade directly acts on Li Qing's body. Even without digitization, he has a physique comparable to that of a superhero.
Although his injuries were severe and there were still fish hooks in his body, he still had hope as long as he could get rid of aging.
Li Qing was thinking this...
"heroic…"
"Cheng...Ren!"
There was no sound, no movement.
Between the bloody wheels, a pair of eyes as firm as knives slowly opened.
A terrifying human-shaped phantom quietly appeared on the blood-stained railway tracks.
Li Qing's face, which had just regained its youthfulness, suddenly showed layers of horrible wrinkles of aging.
"What?!"
Li Qing's expression suddenly froze:
"That man... is still conscious!"
He had just seen with his own eyes Prosciutto being caught in the wheel and his body 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 looked down with his old and cloudy eyes:
He saw Prosciutto.
Proshutter's arms, waist, abdomen, and legs had been completely crushed into unrecognizable meat paste by the wheels.
Only a small part of his body remained intact.
This half of the body was tightly embedded in the gap between the train wheels, twisted like dough filled in a cake mold.
But even so, Prosciutto is still alive.
He lived tenaciously, and with a terrifying will, he summoned a substitute and fought unswervingly.
"madman…"
"You crazy ..."
"Why can you do this?!"
For the first time in history, Li Qing felt an emotion .
He couldn't imagine with what kind of will the enemy was persisting.
His body is so broken, why is his spirit still so strong?
And Prosciutto no longer had the strength to speak.
He maintained the substitute with great difficulty, and then looked at Li Qing quietly.
That look seemed to say:
"As long as I have breath left, I will not remove my Stand ability."
"Li Qing, you are not the winner."
Li Qing even felt a little uneasy when being looked at.
He subconsciously took two steps back, allowing the high platform under his feet to block Proshutter's view.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Li Qing really didn't dare to look at this man who seemed to have crawled out of the abyss.
"Damn... Is this guy a monster?"
"Why isn't he dead yet ?"
Li Qing seemed a little overwhelmed by the shock.
The situation was not what he had imagined, he did not knock the man down at all.
The enemy's Stand ability is still silently maintained, just as always.
His body began to age again, and the strength he had just recovered for a few seconds quickly disappeared.
The hope that rose in my heart soon dimmed in such despair.
"I am seriously injured and too old to walk..."
"There's no way I can fight that carrot head now."
Li Qing thought with a pale face:
"The only hope is to wait."
"I can only wait here until Giorno and the others arrive to help."
Like a poor weakling, at this moment, Li Qing unconsciously began to pray to God.
He prayed, hoping that help would arrive before the enemy did.
However, God never works.
Under Li Qing's nervous and helpless gaze, the fishing line that had been taut became loose.
Then, there was a slight vibration on the fishing line, and a burst of hurried footsteps came from the waiting hall 50 meters away -
What came first was not rescue, but the enemy.
Bessie will be here soon.
Li Qing only had less than fifty meters, or a few seconds, left to live.
"It's over..."
"The enemy has reacted."
"As long as he gets here, there's no way I'll survive!"
It was extremely rare for such discouraging words to emerge from his mind.
Because the current situation is indeed hopeless:
“Data is no longer useful.”
"I am so old that I can hardly walk."
"The hook will soon pierce the heart."
"There's still this 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 state, is it possible for you to continue fighting?"
"It's impossible..."
"I, I have tried my best..."
As he was thinking, a ray of light suddenly flashed through his chaotic mind.
Li Qing was cheered up.
He suddenly realized how ridiculous the excuse he had given was.
Is it true that I can't fight when my body is broken and I'm on the verge of death?
Has he really tried his best?
The answer is of course no.
For there was a perfect example, a worthy role model, right before him and at his feet.
"Prosciutto..."
Li Qing silently recited the name of the enemy.
"Thank you for teaching me a good lesson."
"I will not give up the fight and I will not give up hope until the very end."
He clenched his loose fist tightly:
"I will try my best to survive and snatch victory from you."
“This is my greatest respect for you.”
