Chapter 242 Win or Lose
Fugo was shivering all over.
His legs had been frozen into icicles by Jiaqiu's contact and he had completely lost consciousness.
And the coldness was still spreading further upwards from the legs.
The muscles became as stiff as iron in the cold, the nerves died in large areas due to the low temperature, the blood coagulated into ice, and even ruptured countless blood vessels after expanding in volume.
But in just a moment, Fugo could no longer sense the existence of his lower body.
He could only feel the frost eroding further up his frozen thighs, driving the bone-chilling cold deep into his body.
But now, besides his body, what felt even colder was Fugo's soul.
He looked down in disbelief at the man who was holding his ankle tightly, his face ashen:
"Gachou, you're crazy."
"You can actually... do this."
Jiaqiu did survive the virus.
Using ultra-low temperatures to kill all flesh, blood and tissue infected with the virus sounds like an effective treatment method that is a drastic measure.
But Fugo knew very well that Jiaqiu's current condition was actually worse than his own, with his legs stuck in frost, ten thousand times worse.
Because this is not a heroic act, but an outright act of suicide.
You know, Zi Yan just injected the virus into her from the chest.
When the virus enters the chest and abdomen, which are clustered with organs, the first step it takes is to infect the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, which are vital to the human body, affecting all imaginable life-sustaining systems.
If all these organs were frozen at ultra-low temperatures, Jiaqiu would probably die faster than from a normal poisoning.
Normally the poison can last for more than half a minute, but if you do this, you will probably only survive for a few seconds at most.
But Jiaqiu did just that.
In order to prevent the virus from invading his brain and to maintain complete consciousness, he actually froze all the parts below his chest at ultra-low temperatures.
With blood flow cut off and nerves severed, Jiaqiu is basically dead now.
But this dead man managed to maintain clear consciousness in the last few seconds of his life and launched a final attack on Fugo.
"Prosut...don't worry..."
"I will never... let them... take... ice... back..."
An indistinct hum continued to sound in Jiaqiu's throat.
He stretched out his hand and grasped Fugo tightly, and the cold energy surging in his hand did not diminish at all.
Seeing that Jiaqiu, who was so seriously injured, could still move and attack...
It was like seeing an octopus that could still wave its tentacles even after its head was cut off. Fugo couldn't help but shudder all over: "Monster."
He saw Jiaqiu's will to transcend the limitations of life.
The energy of the stand comes from the spirit. The spirit relies on the body, but can transcend the body in some incomprehensible way.
Just like now, the spiritual power that transcends the shackles of the flesh burst out from the dying Jiaqiu .
This spiritual power was transformed into the power of the stand and into the terrifying chill emanating from Jiaqiu's hands.
"You will die..."
"I will definitely die if I continue like this."
Fugo's heart sank to the bottom at this moment.
He found that he had underestimated the enemy.
At first he thought Jiaqiu was just a smug villain , but he didn't expect that this man's will would be as strong as his armor.
"The frost is spreading too fast."
"My lower body lost all feeling in an instant. No, damn..."
Fugo discovered in despair that the enemy's deadly freezing air was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
Just in the moment when he hesitated because of Jiaqiu's will, the cold air had already frozen his waist and abdomen.
Now only his shoulders, arms and brain can move; he can't even bend over or take a step.
What's worse is that the stiffness of the body was fed back to the stand, and at this moment Du Ziyan was turned into an ice sculpture with numb legs, unable to move or attack.
The ice sculpture was frozen two or three meters away, completely out of reach, and there were no tools at hand that could help.
The ability of a Stand cannot be removed just by looking away and then summoned to your side instantly - if there was such a good thing, everyone's Stand would have learned how to "teleport".
Therefore, during this short and critical period of time, Zi Yan could not help her original body at all and could only stand aside and watch.
"what to do…"
"Am I going to die with him?"
Fugo's face was extremely pale.
He simply couldn't imagine how he could get rid of Jiaqiu and the cold air released by Jiaqiu when he could only wave his arms and turn his head.
He couldn't even bend his waist now, so how could he stop it?
Do we have to wait until Jiaqiu can’t hold on and dies halfway? Will this monster really be unable to hold on?
Fugo felt vaguely desperate.
But at this moment, he saw Narancia, who was being supported by him.
Narancia was still unconscious, and because his body was too close to Fugo, he was completely affected by Jiaqiu's cold air.
His body was already covered with ice crystals, and now the cold air made it even worse.
"No...can't give up!"
Fugo realized that he was now carrying two lives.
Although he hadn't said it before, when Narancia launched the attack with the awareness of certain death, Fugo had already sworn in his heart:
He must, must bring Narancia back alive.
This is a man's promise.
Although he never liked fighting or risking his life before, but now...
He has a reason to fight for his life!
An unprecedented fire of will burned in Fugo's heart.
His brain was working rapidly, and the entire kitchen environment was restored, reshaped, and examined one by one in his mind.
He saw Jiaqiu's hand that was barely holding his ankle, saw the fire that had never been extinguished on the ground, saw the iron pipes on the wall that had been deformed and shrunk due to the cold, and saw the extreme cold that had not yet dissipated.
Finally, in a flash of lightning, a flash of inspiration came to my mind.
“So-called enlightenment…”
Between life and death, Fugo couldn't help but think of what Giorno said by chance:
"It is to open up a bright path for us to take in the dark wilderness!"
With this awareness, Fugo raised his hand that was already covered with a layer of ice crystals.
He was completely unable to move below his waist and abdomen, so he lowered his head, the only part of his body that could move, opened his mouth and bit through his wrist.
The frozen skin on the outer layer of the wrist was bitten to pieces in an instant.
The teeth cut through the frozen flesh like a saw and pierced through the arteries that had not yet cooled down.
Fugo bit through his own artery, allowing the still steaming high-pressure blood inside to burst out freely in the extreme cold.
Finally, before the cold air completely invaded my chest and abdomen...
He raised his arm and sprinkled the boiling hot blood onto the metal pipes laid on the far wall.
That's the gas pipe.
"That gas pipe was shrouded in ultra-low temperature not long ago, and its surface temperature is probably still extremely low."
"My blood is 37 degrees, which is as hot as coal to the gas pipeline at this moment."
"It's like pouring hot water on a car's glass when clearing snow, which can cause the glass to break... The 'thermal shock resistance' of materials is limited. When an object suddenly expands due to heat, the thermal stress generated by the deformation of each part exceeds the internal bonding force of the object, and the object will break!"
This is the solution Fugo came up with in his desperate situation.
He wanted to use his own hot blood to "shatter" the gas pipe that was still in an ultra-low temperature state, so that the natural gas inside could be released:
The boiling point of methane, the main component of natural gas, is as low as minus 161.6 degrees Celsius. The aftermath of the cold air that had previously blown onto the pipeline is probably not enough to liquefy the gas.
As long as the natural gas can be released, the flames on the ground that have not yet been extinguished can trigger another gas explosion.
"The blast from the explosion will surely blow Narancia and I away."
"We can use this to get rid of the cold air, and the explosion at that distance will not kill us, but will only cause us serious injuries."
After making all these arrangements, Fugo looked down at the hill beneath his feet:
This terrible enemy who never gave up until his death unknowingly taught him some truths that he had always known but had never dared to put into practice, nor had he ever wanted to put into practice.
At this time, the blood had already poured into the gas pipeline.
The metal pipe wall, which had long been frozen and deformed, suddenly cracked at this moment, and the ominous sound of gas leakage was heard instantly.
Almost visible to the naked eye...
The "wind" that blew out of the pipe went straight onto the burning flames on the ground.
Facing the sudden wave of fire, Fugo closed his eyes.
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Half a minute later.
Fugo helped Narancia stagger out of the bar.
The bar was already in a mess, and the fire caused by the gas explosion was spreading rapidly.
The injuries on Fugo and Narancia were even more horrific.
In fact, it was thanks to Jiaqiu that Fuge had the strength to bring Narancia out of here alive.
Firstly, the thick layer of ice that Jiaqiu froze on their bodies from the cold air acted as frost armor to a certain extent. These ice blocks helped them greatly reduce the damage caused by the explosive gas wave.
Secondly, after Kachu's death, all of White Album's abilities were removed.
All the ice blocks generated by the ability disappeared, and Fuge and Narancia, who were almost covered by frost and turned into ice sculptures, barely regained their ability to move.
Although the extremely severe frostbite still existed, they were at least able to move after breaking free from the shackles of ice.
Because of this, Fugo was able to get the unconscious Narancia out before the fire got worse.
"Fugo..."
At this time, Narancia, whose body had thawed, also regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes and saw Fugo's miserable face, so he subconsciously asked, "What's going on?"
"It's alright, Naranja."
"We are the winners. We defeated that invincible guy!"
Fugo said to Narancia excitedly.
"Win? Great..."
Narancia sighed thankfully.
He finally let go of his instinctive vigilance and relaxed to enjoy this hard-earned victory.
The two exhausted people now just want to have a good rest.
"Wait..." Naranja suddenly thought of something: "Fugo, where is the ice?"
“…”
Fugo suddenly fell silent:
The ice they had thrown away earlier had long been swallowed up by the explosion.
Just now, the flames were spreading all over the ground and the lives of the two were in danger. It was impossible for him to walk into fire to get ice when he was so seriously injured.
"Ice..."
“I still haven’t gotten…”
Fu Ge sighed deeply, his expression extremely complicated.
Looking at the bar that had turned into a sea of fire, he suddenly couldn't see clearly...
Did I win or lose?
