Chapter 49: Melancholy Blues' Fighting Style
The escape and pursuit just now sounded intense and fierce, but in fact, Apache and Mista only ran a distance of about ten meters in total.
They just went a little deeper into the ruins from the outskirts.
At first glance, the environment around the two people has not changed at all.
Apart from being a little too nervous, Mista had every advantage and was in perfect condition compared to Apache who was shot three times and bleeding profusely.
"Why am I in such a desperate situation?"
Mista couldn't figure it out.
He simply couldn't understand why the other party could still show such calmness and confidence as if he had won despite such an obvious disparity in the situation.
"Stop bluffing..."
"It's you who has the gun pointed at your head now!"
Mista, who was a complete rookie, didn't even consider the opponent's Stand ability, and raised his gun and shouted with full energy:
"Don't move!"
He also specifically pointed to the melancholy blues next to Apache:
"You and your blue thing, don't move!"
"Haha, haven't you discovered it yet?"
"That's right... I haven't shown my Stand abilities in front of you yet, so it's understandable that you don't realize it."
Apaki endured the pain and smiled slightly.
"My Melancholy Blues are really not good at fighting."
"Its Stand ability can only be used for replay, and during the replay it can only be played mechanically according to the target's past movements. It can't attack freely according to my wishes."
"But... that doesn't mean it can't be used in combat."
"Since Melancholy Blues can't decide its own trajectory during the replay, I will let the enemy walk along its own trajectory!"
"???" Mista had a look of doubt on his face.
He didn't even know what a stand-in was, so naturally he didn't know what Apache was talking about.
Abbaki didn't care whether Mista understood or not, and continued to explain to himself:
"You little brat..."
"Although you just followed me and ran over here for a dozen meters, this distance is enough to decide the outcome!"
"Look at your feet—"
"You just ran onto the tracks of a high-speed train like an ignorant child, seeking your own death!"
"What!"
Mista looked down at his feet as Apache said:
"???"
"Nothing?"
"Isn't it just the gravel and mud left behind when the piece of meat just passed by..."
Mista was still confused.
However, in just the next second, his confused expression was completely frozen on his face.
Instead, there was an unspeakable fear.
because…
When Mista raised his head and looked at Apache again, the horrible piece of meat that had left a deep impression on him twenty minutes ago actually appeared in front of him alive!
That huge body that was six or seven meters tall, those disgusting, twisted and hideous tentacles, those disgusting dense tumors... just standing in front of him, the shadow cast by it covered Mista's entire body.
There was no doubt that this was the hunk of meat that nearly destroyed half the town.
But actually…
It's the blues, the blues in replay mode, transformed into meat.
"The [location] element is destroyed and the memory cannot be read."
"However, what cannot be read are only the memories that occurred before the destruction of the terrain."
"And this piece of meat itself is a destroyer. It still moves here after the terrain is destroyed..."
“This means that this destroyed land is the [location] element that carries the memory of its actions!”
Looking at Mista who looked horrified, Apache explained.
"Now that both the elements of [time] and [place] are complete, then ..."
"Play the Moody Blues!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Melancholy Blues, which had transformed into a bloated piece of meat, immediately activated the replay function.
It instantly restored the ferocious posture that Meat had when it was chasing Li Qing twenty minutes ago: it was like a giant tank running at full speed, rushing towards Mista who had a dazed look on his face in front of it.
No…
Strictly speaking, Melancholy Blues did not deliberately crash into Mista, but was just mechanically reproducing the movement trajectory of the piece of meat twenty minutes ago.
It was Mista himself who stepped into its path and blocked the path of the giant.
Apache had to run forward for more than ten meters despite being shot at, just to lure Mista here, to this "railway track" that had already been laid .
"ah!"
Mista uttered a cry of surprise instinctively.
Having never experienced a brutal battle, after seeing this astonishing scene, he quickly lost the confidence that he had just gained from his awakened abilities.
He began to dodge to the side in fear and fired two random shots at the piece of meat coming towards him.
But it didn't work at all.
The bullet hit the piece of flesh which was as big as a small house, and could only make a small hole in its soft and tough body that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Compared with its huge body, this small wound can be almost ignored.
Correspondingly, even if such damage was restored to Apache, the Stand user, in equal proportion, it would be the same as being pricked by two thin needles for him.
The shooting was simply unable to stop the melancholy blues of the "Meat Mode", as it continued to rush forward at that terrifying speed.
Mista's panicked evasion was in vain.
The speed of the piece of meat was so fast that he didn't even jump half a meter before he was hit hard by the mountain of meat pressing towards him.
"Well!!"
Mista let out a shrill scream and was knocked backwards by the huge force.
When he landed again, he was already in the rubble about seven or eight meters away.
This is also fortunately because the body of the meat itself is bouncy and soft, just like the airbag that explodes when a car collides, it plays a huge cushioning role.
But even so, the huge kinetic energy brought by the super high speed and super heavy mass still caused extremely serious damage to Mista.
"It hurts... and I feel dizzy..."
This strong young man, who was covered in flesh, finally could no longer withstand the cruel blows that were inflicted one after another.
Mista fell to the ground, his head tilted, his gun flicked away, and he fainted.
Apache also breathed a sigh of relief:
"Huh... I finally won..."
"but…"
He gritted his teeth and pressed the wound that was bleeding profusely, and looked at Mista who was unconscious over there:
"Is this kid really an enemy of the organization?"
"Although the collision speed of Melancholy Blues' replay just now was fast, if he had been calmer and activated his Stand ability in time, even if he couldn't stop Melancholy Blues' attack, there would be a great chance that he would die together with me."
"But...he was so scared."
Abbaki frowned deeply.
Having just joined the gang and not really experienced darkness, he couldn't help but feel entangled:
"This kid gives people the feeling that he is a rookie who knows nothing."
"The enemy that the organization must kill is this child with no combat experience?"
"but…"
He murmured to himself in a self-deprecating tone :
"What am I sighing about?"
"I am no longer the young man who applied to be a police officer with aspirations ... I am now an evil gangster, why am I still concerned about the so-called justice?"
"Those who drive the meat chunks to destroy the city are my allies, and those who risk their lives to save the city... are my enemies."
Apaki looked at the young man who was unconscious in front of him, and his expression became complicated.
He recalled the determined look in the eyes of this green, immature, ignorant rookie, who would even tremble with fear when faced with danger, as he mustered up the courage to lie in front of a bad guy like him.
Faintly, Apache seemed to see his past self: "Haha...how ridiculous."
