Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 49 The Melancholic Blues' Fighting Style (Please recommend a ticket)

The escape and pursuit just now sounded tense and intense, but in fact, Apache and Mista only ran a distance of more than ten meters.

They just went a little deeper into the ruins from the periphery of the ruins.

At first glance, the environment around the two of them didn't change at all.

Besides Mista being a little nervous, compared with Apache, who was bleeding profusely from three shots in his body, it can be said that he has all the advantages and is in full condition.

"Why am I in such a desperate situation?"

Mista couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't understand at all why the opponent could still show such composure and confidence that he was sure of winning under such an obvious gap in the situation.

"Stop bluffing"

"The one with the gun pointed at your head is you!"

Mista, who is completely a rookie, didn't even consider what the opponent's stand-in ability is, so he raised his gun full of anger and shouted:
"Don't move!"

He also specifically pointed to the melancholy blues around Apache:
"You and your blue thing, don't move!"

"Hehe, haven't you found it yet?"

"That's right. I haven't shown my stand-in ability in front of you. You should be aware of it."

Apache endured the pain and smiled slightly.

"My melancholy blues really aren't good at fighting."

"Its stand-in ability can only be used for replay. During the replay process, it can only be played mechanically according to the target's past action trajectory. There is no way to freely attack according to my mind."

"But... that doesn't mean it can't be used for combat."

"Since Melancholy Blues can't decide its own trajectory during the replay, I'll let the enemy follow its own trajectory!"

"???" Mista looked skeptical about life.

He didn't even know what a stand-in was, and naturally he didn't know what Apache was talking about now.

And Apache didn't care whether Mista could understand or not, so he continued to explain to himself:

"Stinky Boy"

"Although you just followed me and ran here for a distance of more than ten meters, this distance of more than ten meters is enough to determine the outcome!"

"Look at your feet—"

"Just like an ignorant child, you broke into the railway tracks with high-speed trains at your own risk!"

"what!"

Mista looked down at his feet as Apache said:
"???"

"Nothing at all?"

"Isn't it just the gravel and mud left when the piece of meat passed by just now?"

Mista was still bewildered.

However, in just the next second, his blank expression was completely frozen on his face.

Instead, there is an unspeakable fear.

because
When Mista raised his head and looked at Apache again, the terrifying piece of meat that left a deep impression on him 10 minutes ago actually appeared in front of him so vividly!
The huge body with a height of six or seven meters, the twisted and hideous tentacles, and the disgusting dense sarcoma. Just standing in front of it, the shadow cast by it covered Mista's entire body.

There is no doubt that this is the piece of meat that almost destroyed half the town.

But actually.
It's blues blues, it's blues blues with replay mode turned on and transformed into a loaf of meat.

"If the "location" element is destroyed, the memory cannot be read. "

"However, what cannot be read is only the memory that occurred before the terrain was destroyed."

"And this piece of meat itself is a destroyer, it still acts here after the terrain is destroyed."

"This also means that this piece of destroyed land is the "place" element that carries the memory of its action! "

Looking at Mista with a terrified expression, Apache explained.

"The two elements of "time" and "place" are complete, then"

"Play it, blues blues!"

As soon as the voice fell, the melancholy blues that transformed into a bloated piece of meat immediately activated the replay ability.

It instantly reverted to the ferocious posture it had when the fleshy figure chased and killed Li Qing 10 minutes ago: it was like a giant tank running at full power, charging towards the sluggish Mista in front.

Do not.
Strictly speaking, Melancholic Blues didn't deliberately hit Mista, but just mechanically restored the action trajectory of Meat Loaf 10 minutes ago.

It was Mista himself who stepped into its path and blocked the path of the behemoth.

Apaki had to run forward for more than ten meters before he was shot, in order to lead Mista here, to this "railway" that had already been laid.

"what!"

Mista let out an exclamation instinctively.

He, who had never experienced a brutal battle, quickly lost the confidence he had just had because of his awakening ability after seeing this astonishing sight.

He started to dodge in panic, and fired two random shots at the oncoming piece of meat.

But it didn't work at all.

The bullet hit the flesh that was as big as a small house, and it could only create a small hole in its soft and tough body that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

Compared to its incomparably huge size, this small wound can almost be ignored.

Correspondingly, even if such damage is restored to Apache, the stand-in messenger in equal proportions, it is almost like being stabbed with two thin needles to him.

The gunshots can't stop the melancholy blues of "Meat Loaf Mode", it is still rushing forward at that terrifying speed.

And Mista's dodging movements under the panic were just doing useless work.

The speed of the piece of meat was so fast that he didn't even jump half a meter away before he was hit hard by the mountain of meat that was pressing on him.

"Uh!!"

Mista let out a shrill scream, and was knocked upside down by this huge force and flew out.

When he landed again, he was already in the rubble pile seven or eight meters away.

This is also thanks to the soft QQ bombs of the fleshy body itself, just like the airbag that exploded when a car collided, it played a huge buffering 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. I'm still dizzy."

This strong young man covered in "meat" finally couldn't bear the brutal blows that were thrown at him one after another.

Mista fell to the ground, tilted his head, cocked his gun, and passed out heavily.

Apache also heaved a sigh of relief:
"Huh, I finally won."

"but."

He gritted his teeth and pressed his bleeding wound, and looked at Mista, who was dead and unconscious:

"Is this kid really the enemy of the organization?"

"Although the collision speed during the replay of Melancholy Blues just now was fast, if he calms down and activates his substitute ability in time, even if he can't stop Melancholy Blues' attack, there is a great chance that he will die with me."

"But...he's afraid of being like that."

Apache frowned deeply.

He just joined the gang, and he has not really seen the darkness before, and he can't help but fall into entanglement:

"This kid looks like a rookie who doesn't know anything."

"The enemy that the organization must kill is such a child with no combat experience?"

"but."

He muttered to himself in a self-deprecating tone:
"What am I lamenting!"

"I'm no longer the stupid young man who applied for the police exam with ideals. I'm now an evil gangster. Why do I still worry about the so-called justice?"

"The man who drives the meat to destroy the city is my ally, and the man who risks his life to save the city is my enemy."

Apache looked at the young man in front of him who was in a coma, and his expression couldn't help but become complicated.

He recalled the firm eyes of this young, immature, ignorant rookie whose legs trembled in fear when he was in danger, who mustered up the courage to lie in front of himself, a bad guy.

Vaguely, Apache seemed to see his former self: "Oh, it's ridiculous."

(End of this chapter)