Chapter 232: Battle of Awakening
Prosciutto couldn't help but widen his eyes:
"Aging is relieved? How is this possible?!"
He is obviously still alive and has obviously not given up.
He hasn't lost yet, he's still holding on, his spirit is still flickering in pain, why would aging be lifted?
Could it be that Li Qing got some ice cubes from somewhere to lower his body temperature?
impossible…
In such a short period of time, how could Li Qing, who was seriously injured and old, find ice on this empty platform?
Prosciutto's weak heart was beating violently.
This is the last battle of his life. He doesn't want to lose, and he doesn't want to lose miserably.
But humans all have their limits. Great spirits are often confined to ordinary bodies, and an unyielding will cannot change the cruel reality.
Prosciutto could feel his breathing weakening and his blood draining away rapidly.
His vision began to blur, his consciousness became chaotic, and the parts that were still sensitive became numb and cold.
The feeling of coldness and powerlessness penetrates deep into the soul, making people feel as if they have entered an icy hell.
"I see!"
Prosciutto's pupils suddenly shrank:
"Li Qing, it turns out that you are not betting on that illusory luck."
"Your final weapon is the same as mine, enlightenment..."
His gradually blurring consciousness regained consciousness in the darkness.
This is the last flame of his life:
"Enlightenment, I understand, this is you and me..."
"The final battle of awakening!"
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Time goes back twenty seconds.
The heroic deeds of martyrdom reappear on the stage, Bessie is about to arrive at the platform, Li Qing is old and seriously injured and can hardly walk, the situation has reached its most critical moment.
At this time, Li Qing even found it difficult to walk.
Facing the powerful enemy who is about to arrive, what else can he do to resist?
All that's left is a fairly functional brain and a fairly eloquent mouth.
But in addition to that, he also has a heart that will not give in and an indelible will.
so…
With the determination not to give up until death, Li Qing did one thing in the last few seconds before Bessie arrived:
He tore open his wounds.
Yes, Li Qing gritted his teeth and tore the already shocking wound even wider and more fatal.
"body temperature."
"The key to cracking the opponent's Stand ability lies in body temperature."
"That carrot head just put a few bags of ice on his body, and he has become completely immune to the effects of aging and still maintains a young and strong body."
"However, we must know that the human body has the ability to regulate body temperature. When the outside temperature is low, it will automatically increase its metabolic rate through shivering and other methods to compensate for heat loss."
"So even if you touch ice directly, as long as the time is not long, the drop in body temperature will be very limited."
"Just a few bags of ice cubes, how much can they lower the body temperature?"
"0.1 degree, 0.5 degree, 1 degree?"
"It's impossible to get any lower - hypothermia will obviously affect body functions, but that carrot head is so lively."
In short, Bessie's performance told Li Qing:
As long as we find a way to lower our body temperature, we can temporarily achieve a similar “aging relief” effect.
Bessie's body temperature can be reduced by only 1 degree, which has the effect of ignoring aging, but Li Qing has a way to quickly reduce his body temperature to 2 degrees, 3 degrees, or even lower.
That's bloodletting.
As long as the hot blood in the body is released, the body temperature will naturally drop.
"But blood loss alone is not enough..."
Li Qing gently extended his hand to the wound on his abdomen and pinched the bloody soft flesh on both sides of the cut as if pinching the edge of a dumpling.
The intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, making his old body tremble like an overloaded old tractor.
"When there is mild to moderate blood loss, the body's stress response is strong."
"Neurohormones increase the regulation of cardiac ejection, and the secretion of thyroid hormone and adrenaline is upregulated, causing the body to produce a lot of heat."
Li Qing pinched the soft flesh of the wound with his hands and began to slowly exert force.
Just like a steamed bun held in the hands of a diner, a few deep fingerprints were quietly imprinted on the rotten flesh.
"If less blood is lost, not only will the body temperature not go down, it may even rise."
“Not only will aging not be relieved, it may even be aggravated.”
"If I want to lower my body temperature quickly, I must make sure that the body's heat production is far less than the heat loss, so that I can lose enough blood in a short period of time—"
"That is to say... now..."
Li Qing took a deep breath:
"That's when I need to show my awareness!"
Sizzle——
Li Qing's old and fragile flesh was torn into a big crack, just like tearing dried squid by hand.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
The fishy heat rose in the cool morning air.
The glaring red color almost dyed the entire world red.
At this time, Bessie arrived.
When he saw Li Qing, who looked like a demon, he couldn't help but shudder subconsciously:
"Where's my big brother? Where is my big brother Prosciut?!"
The inexplicable aura of Li Qing made people feel uneasy, which made Bessie
"You ask your eldest brother?"
"Haha, you..."
The cold wind on the platform continued, blowing on the hideous wound as if countless small saws were sawing back and forth.
But Li Qing tried hard to maintain that playful smile.
The city gates were wide open and there were no soldiers in the city. Now he could only pretend to remain calm and play the piano on the top of the city wall.
Not a single note can be out of place, not a single tone can be wrong:
"Of course you can kill me..."
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
Every breath would cause the wound to move, breathing was basically torture.
"And your elder brother Prosciut..."
Ah... I bled so much and I feel even weaker.
It felt like my intestines were about to slip out, but I didn't have the strength to hold them back.
"If my estimate is correct, Prosciutto will be here within ten seconds..."
Damn, hasn’t the temperature dropped yet?
Hurry up, it's so hard for me to speak now...
"Although my friends are good people, it doesn't mean that their murderous methods are..."
It’s so cold . Is it so cold in early spring in Venice?
Oh, it turns out that I was the one who started to feel cold.
This is a good thing.
"There is an old saying in my hometown that those who do what God wants will prosper..."
Oops, I'm starting to feel a little confused.
In this case, the blood loss should have exceeded 20%.
The theoretical limit of blood loss for an average person is 50%. My body should be able to last longer after regaining its youth...
I won't die yet, there's still hope I can hold on until support arrives.
Li Qing just kept .
His mind never stopped, his mouth never stopped, and his cloudy but determined eyes were always fixed on Bessie.
Finally, in this endless agony where every second seemed like an eternity...
Ten seconds passed.
Li Qing's prediction of his own body was basically correct.
The massive loss of blood quickly took away his body temperature, and his body's temperature regulation function had been completely destroyed by this serious injury.
The body temperature finally dropped, in a dangerous and fatal manner.
Almost in an instant, the power of heroic death imposed on Li Qing was "removed".
His flesh and blood regained its fullness, his scalp became shiny, and his whole person regained his youthfulness.
Although the massive blood loss made his skin as pale as paper, his hands and feet as cold as ice, and made Li Qing look like a walking corpse after regaining his youth, it is indisputable that:
He regained his youth.
“Aging… has been lifted?!”
Bessie cried out in disbelief.
"Yes, it was lifted."
"I didn't lie to you. Your elder brother Prosciut has already escaped."
"So... Bessie, what's your decision?"
Quick! Click! Surrender!
I was about to pass out.
Hurry, put down the fishing rod, I really have no other choice...
Li Qing looked at Bessie eagerly. He was not so anxious when he was waiting for the college entrance examination results.
And his awareness finally paid off.
"Brother...Brother Prosciut..."
Seeing that she was aging just as Li Qing had predicted, Bessie was confused.
His psychological support collapsed at this moment:
"Did you really abandon me and run away?"
Bessie's inner weakness burst out at this moment.
The bond that had been built up in just two months was instantly shattered because of Prosciutto's "betrayal".
"Damn it, we agreed to fight until death, and I must not put down the fishing rod..."
"You won't run away and abandon me, right?"
“Brother!!”
He yelled madly to the sky:
"If you are still here, give me a response now!"
The heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the station.
But no one answered.
Bessie pursed her lips tightly and her cheeks trembled.
The pair of hands that were tightly gripping the fishing rod finally loosened their grip.
