Chapter 62: How to Lose When Zi Yan Rids on Your Face
At the moment the fire started, both Fugo and Narancia felt that they were going to die.
Unprecedented despair loomed in my heart, and the memories of my life flashed back before my eyes.
They thought of their childhood, their lives, and the Buccellati that changed their lives...
The death procedure is almost complete, and the next step is to die directly.
But, just like the toilet paper handed to you from under the baffle by your cubicle buddy when your legs are numb from squatting, fate’s favor always comes unexpectedly in the midst of extreme despair:
They survived because of a small sewer manhole.
"Destiny is on our side!"
Fugo and Narancia, who had narrowly escaped death, were so excited that they could not contain themselves.
The two of them were stuck in the narrow manhole, face to face, with funny expressions but shining eyes.
Because the balance of victory has completely tilted towards them:
"Aerosmith!"
Aerosmith, who had just launched a round of attack, quickly changed his flying posture in the air, and the next moment he was about to point the gun at Giorno's body again.
"Purple smoke!"
The terrifying purple monster suddenly appeared five meters in front of Fugo.
As Fugo and Narancia climbed out of the manhole together, it also pounced towards Giorno.
The situation returned to the beginning when the two of them were outnumbered and bullying the minority, but it was now more overwhelming than at the beginning.
After all, leaving aside the serious injury from the bullet in his shoulder, Giorno had already used up most of his energy when setting up the huge trap just now.
Sweat covered his forehead and his brain felt a slight sting.
Faced with the ferocious counterattacks of Fugo and Narancia, he didn't even have time to breathe or hesitate, and had to turn around and run away desperately.
"Still want to escape ?"
"Mudari Mudari!"
Fuge took a step forward and drove Zi Yan to chase quickly, with a kind of excitement in his voice as if he had survived a disaster:
"The trap failed, I'm running out of strength, and blood is still gushing out of my shoulder..."
"You are so broken, there is no chance for you to escape!"
It may sound a bit arrogant, but it is an indisputable fact.
Giorno's running speed was much slower than before, and the severe pain from the wound on his shoulder also affected his movements.
When Aerosmith's bullet shot down towards his back again, he didn't even have time to complete a complete roll to dodge it before he was hit in the thigh by the tiny but powerful bullet again.
Blood gushed out from the wound on the thigh, and the surface muscles were torn apart.
Giorno's steps suddenly became unsteady.
But he did not give up, and did not even utter a subconscious cry of pain.
"Hold on a little longer...Hold on a little longer..."
Half of his body was soaked in blood, but Giorno still ran forward desperately regardless of his injuries.
Just like that, he managed to escape several dozen meters despite being strafed by the machine gun of Aviation Smith in the sky and being chased by Zi Yan at a rapid speed.
He had already run far away from the fire scene, and if he ran a short distance he would reach the intersection where the Apache was stationed.
pity…
The active role of consciousness has its limits, and the golden spirit cannot change the fact that Giorno was seriously injured, exhausted, and lost a lot of blood.
He was finally caught up.
Zi Yan, the humanoid monster that can release a deadly killing virus, has pointed his iron fist at Giorno's back.
"Curly hair..."
"You are already within my range!"
Fugo's suppressed anger broke out in the face of the drastic changes in the situation.
He shouted wildly and happily:
"Just die miserably under my killer virus!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the virus capsule growing on Zi Yan's fist bone suddenly burst.
The deadly virus gushed out from the ruptured capsule, quickly polluting the air around Zi Yan into a deadly lavender color.
As Zi Yan swung his fist, lavender smoke whistled out along with the fierce wind from the fist.
The next moment, these killer viruses will touch Giorno's back, penetrate into his skin, and rapidly multiply in his body, making his cells inactive, his blood deteriorating, his muscles rotting, and his bones decaying... It will be a horrible death.
But, at this moment...
Giorno seemed to have accepted his fate of death. He didn't even put up a symbolic resistance and suddenly stopped running.
Not only did he not continue running forward, he even turned around and faced Zi Yan's fist, which was surrounded by deadly poisonous mist.
What surprised Fugo and Naranja who had been chasing him here was...
There was no trace of fear on Giorno's face, only calmness:
"You...really think..."
Facing the purple that was blowing towards him, his voice remained calm.
At this moment, time seems to stand still:
"Didn't I consider the possibility that the trap might fail?"
"W-what?"
Fu Ge and Narancia both changed color.
They sensed something was wrong from Giorno's nonchalant tone, but the scariest thing was that they themselves couldn't see what was wrong at all:
How can Zi Yan lose when she attacks your face?
Your face is only 17 centimeters away from the killer virus. Can you kill me in seconds?
Just like that, under the nervous and puzzled gazes of Fugo and Narancia, Giorno began his explanation:
“I was a little concerned from the beginning…”
"The range of your purple stand is five meters. Logically, you can stand anywhere within five meters of you."
"But whether you were chasing me or being attacked, you unconsciously made your Stand stand at the maximum distance of five meters away, as far away from your companions and your original body as possible."
"I guess..."
Giorno looked at Fugo with a playful expression :
"You probably did this to prevent yourself from getting hurt - that lavender poison gas is also effective on you!"
"So, so what?"
Fugo still didn't understand where he had made a mistake:
"Do you still want to use my poison gas to defeat me?"
"This is impossible!"
Although he said so, Fugo still couldn't help feeling fear because of the unknown.
He could only use words to remind himself to calm down:
“Impossible…Impossible!”
"The poison gas from the purple smoke will lose its activity in the sunlight if it spreads beyond a range of two meters at most. As long as you are careful to keep your distance, there is no way I will be sucked in when I am five meters away!"
"But you... you have an egg roll head..."
"Your face is only this short distance away from the poison gas. Can you still give this poison gas back to me?"
"OK."
Giorno replied calmly:
"You should know this yourself, right?"
"The killing range of the purple poison gas is only two meters. It's not because they are limited to this distance by some rules, but because the short few seconds of effective time before they lose their activity is only enough for them to diffuse two meters away."
"So…"
“With the same 3 minutes, some people can run a full 1,000 meters on the track, while others can only gasp for air in the second lap.”
"Just because the time is certain doesn't mean the distance they run will be certain."
"That is to say..."
His cold gaze pierced through the purple smoke and fixed firmly on Fugo's face:
"I just need to find a way to speed up the spread of the poison gas so that it can run the five-meter distance before it loses its effectiveness. Then, it can attack your body!"
"And the method to speed up the poison gas is..."
"wind?"
Fugo answered with this solution.
As the owner of Zi Yan, he certainly knew the characteristics of his stand's abilities:
"Indeed, as long as there is a strong wind, the poison gas can spread to farther places with the help of the wind."
"But how could I not know this?"
"In order to prevent the strong wind from blowing the poison gas onto me, I carefully observe the wind direction on the battlefield every time I fight!"
"Now…"
"You and Zi Yan are both five meters to the east of me, and the wind blowing on the road is a slight westerly wind blowing from west to east—"
"This wind direction will only help me blow the poison gas towards you!"
Fugo yelled so hysterically, as if a louder voice could make him forget the extremely bad feeling in his heart.
However, Giorno completely shattered his self-deceiving fantasy:
"Yeah?"
"Are you really sure that the next wind will be the west wind?"
"certainly!"
Fugo gritted his teeth and said:
"This isn't some special area, how could the wind direction change so suddenly..."
"etc…"
His expression froze for a moment.
At this moment, he figured it all out.
The fire behind him, which had not yet burned out, was still spreading scorching heat waves around him.
However, this heat wave blowing on Fugo was like the icy wind from the Arctic, sending chills down his spine.
" The fire...heats the air..."
Narancia still had a confused expression on his face.
But Fu Ge, the elementary school bully who was admitted to university at the age of 13, was already muttering to himself in horror:
"The hot air expands and rises, forming a chimney effect... Then according to the principle of heat convection... the surface of the fire site... will produce..."
"Strong centripetal gusts!"
His face was as pale as paper.
Giorno raised his hand and snapped his fingers calmly:
"East wind, rise!"
