Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Gioruno Giobana, whose leg was injured, changed his face slightly, and broke out in cold sweat. He barely stood up, and warm red blood dripped from his pierced calf.

It's bad.

If both legs are seriously injured, it will be difficult to escape.

“Golden experience——”

Giorno summoned his stand-in, a tall human figure whose body was mainly golden in color, rushed up to attack the pitch-black Rashomon cat without hesitation.

However, the Rashomon cat's petite size and powerful explosive speed make it easy to avoid the attack of the golden double, and even stepped on the arm of [Golden Experience] very lightly in an instant, cutting it with a cloth blade [Golden Experience]'s hand, and then took advantage of the moment when the opponent stopped because of the injury, he jumped all the way to the top of the opponent's head, flicked his tail, and the sharp cloth blade directly attacked the turtle in Giorno's arms.

Because the stand-in's arm was cut, Giorno suddenly lost his strength due to the scars fed back to the main body. With his last strength, he threw the tortoise behind him, and firmly grasped the Rashomon attack with one hand. Cloth blade——

"what!?"

puff-

It was the sound of blood gushing out.

The entire palm was cut off, but the intense pain was nothing compared to the shock.

It was just a slight touch, which is... too sharp!

"Giorno!"

Naranja and Fugo came out of the tortoise one after the other, Fugo caught the tortoise, and Naranja summoned his substitute [Aerosmith] without saying a word.

[Aerosmith], is a toy-sized aircraft that carries bullets and bombs, and has the ability to detect and track the breathing of people or animals.

The attack is not special, but if the dense bullets are fired together with the roar of the plane, it is extremely dangerous for most people.

"Giorno, your injury...! Damn it, [Aerosmith]! Shoot!" Naranja opened his purple eyes wide, and he ordered his double to aim at the black cat, even though his double was precise The accuracy is not high, but large-scale and intensive strafing is enough to hit the target.

It's a pity that attack methods such as bullets basically have no effect on Rashomon.

Standing in Rashomon's space, Akutagawa calmly raised his hand through Rashomon's eyes.

Rashomon's barrier was deployed directly above, blocking all the bullets.

"What!" Naranja exclaimed in astonishment.

"This speed, range, and attack power...is it still a combination of offense and defense! Isn't this too invincible?!" Fuge hugged the tortoise impatiently thinking about the countermeasures, "No, it is impossible to have any shortcomings, the main body—— Get up, where is the body of this substitute?"

Fugo tried to distance himself, but Rashomon Cat didn't give him this chance.

The cat's body began to gradually disintegrate, and a large number of cloth blades attacked Naranja and Fugo.

kill them?

Akutagawa thought.

If there is a need to live, it is enough to leave another one besides Trixie.

——For example, it would be good to keep Bucgarati.

Speaking of Bugarati, does that guy have no problem fighting Prosciutto?

Not sure about Proshut's combat effectiveness, Akutagawa, who began to worry about the safety of Bugarati, frowned slightly, and prepared for a quick decision, and went back to see the battle situation there.

The Cloth Blade hit Naranja and Fugo's vital points without hesitation.

Naranja's stand-in [Aerosmith] is completely unable to block or cause damage. After all, the bullet has no effect on the Rashomon cat, and the opponent's body does not know where it is.

This is especially true for Fuge. His stand-in [Purple Smoke] is a ranged attack that does not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. It will release a murderous virus. People within five meters will be infected quickly as long as they breathe in or the skin penetrates into the body, and the entire body begins to rot. Will die within 30 seconds.

Naranca was beside him, and Giorno was not far away.Giorno is okay. Ever since he fought against the mirror-manipulating enemy in Pompeii, this guy has used the [Golden Experience] ability to create creatures to forcefully create an antibody to the virus and inject it into his body, but Naranja did not. Neither does the tortoise, not even Apache and Trish in the key inlaid on the back of the tortoise... Once the virus is touched, the flesh will start to rot, and Fugo is not sure if he can make Jolu Nuo made antibodies and injected them into their bodies.

Fuge watched the cloth blade attack him, and his IQ152 thoughts turned quickly.

Can I only summon my own substitute [Zi Yan]?

Otherwise, he and Naranja will be pierced to the core!Instead of this, why not take a gamble with [Purple Smoke], as long as Giorno can produce antibodies within 30 seconds——

It didn't wait for Fuge to summon [Purple Smoke].

“[Golden Experience]!!”

Giorno, who was one step ahead of him, took off the blue ladybug-shaped brooch on his body with his intact hand, gave life with golden experience, and then threw it forcefully in front of Fugo and Naranja.

The brooch instantly turned into a vibrant tree, using its branches to somewhat resist the sharp cloth blade, and at the same time the branches and leaves spread out, Fuge and Naranja were barely pushed away from their original positions, and the cloth blade piercing through the branches of the tree still pierced However, due to the obstruction of the vision and the change of the positions of Naranja and Fugo, the Rashomon cat failed to adjust the trajectory of the cloth blade in time and killed them with one blow.

"it hurts--"

Although they avoided the vital points, the cloth blade still stabbed the two people's bodies, shoulders, arms, and thighs, and ruthlessly threw them to the sides, hitting the wall.

trees?

Rashomon Cat's eyes turned slightly, and looked at Giorno who was on the side. Obviously, his leg was still bleeding and the palm of one hand was crippled, but the blond boy still raised his head, using his pair of hands that was far better than the best. Emerald eyes looked at this side firmly.

The scarred hand that had just thrown the ladybug brooch over with all its strength has not been retracted.

"I see."

Akutagawa said: "Giving life to objects, making life?... an amazing ability."

But, what a pity.

This group of kids who looked like they were only in their teens, although they were called gangsters... But in terms of fighting, they were far inferior to Akutagawa himself.

The gap between capabilities is the most obvious shortcoming.

In terms of attack power, their substitute ability is not enough to break through Rashomon's defense.

Although he didn't want to attack the child, Akutagawa's expression was calm, his dark eyes were unmoved, he raised his hand, his fingertips moved slightly, and Rashomon's cloth blade instantly shattered the tree completely.

——When necessary, there must be no mercy.

In everyday life, treat innocent women and children with the gentleness that an Italian gentleman deserves.But in the necessary tasks, there will never be any mercy due to the influence of the target's appearance.

This is a first-class killer.

The teaching that Akutagawa will never forget in his life.

tricky.

Quite tricky!

Giorno Giobana struggled to prop himself up.

This cat form stand-in is unexpectedly powerful.

The main body is not nearby, the range is astonishingly long, the attack power is still strong, and the speed is enough to compare with his [Golden Experience], and because of its petite size, its agility is faintly inferior to [Golden Experience], not to mention that it even Has the ability to defend.

...is this invincible! ?

No.

Giorno Giobana looked at his leg. If this continues, everyone will be killed. Even if they survived by luck, such injuries will not be able to support them to continue the task of protecting Trish.

We have to figure out a way.

Giorno slowly clenched his fist with his only remaining intact hand, with cold sweat streaming down his face, although his expression was calm, his eyes showed a little helplessness.

How to do?

Apache, who has no attack ability as a stand-in, has to come out to rescue his teammates. The aging ability of another enemy seems to have not stopped, which means that the battle on Bugarati's side is not over yet.

They are fighting against a strong enemy, and they still have aging debuffs on their bodies. The disadvantage has almost reached its peak.

If the wound can be healed——

cure?

Giorno's eyes slowly moved to his legs, as if he had thought of something, he touched another brooch on his body with one hand without saying a word, and tentatively summoned [Golden Experience].

At this time, the one-sided battle of the Rashomon cats is coming to an end.

Fuge and Nalanja were seriously injured, but it seems that the body temperature dropped due to blood loss, so that the aging ability affected by Prosciut's body temperature changes on them at a slower rate than others; More than ordinary people, but because the stand-in is not a fighting type, he was quickly pierced by the Rashomon cloth blade and stuck on the wall. Mista, who had barely recovered from his aging state, was cooled by Trish with ice cubes inside the tortoise. Although he stood up to fight, but because his substitute [Sexy Pistol] has the attack ability of firearms, the bullets were perfectly resisted by Rashomon, who existed like a natural enemy, and he lost.

Only Terry, who was left in the tortoise, was in a panic.

Akutagawa originally wanted to snap the necks of all the members.

However, Giorno Chobana's stand-in, who was revived from a serious injury at some point, rushed forward without hesitation, blocking Rashomon Cat's movements.

The severed palms reappeared, and the penetrating wounds on both legs healed. The blond-haired blue-eyed boy ran to his companion while the stand-in was fighting, and stared at the enemy firmly!

[Gold Experience] Possesses the ability to give life to items.

At the moment of life crisis, Giorno thought of the idea of ​​using objects to make body parts, and then connecting them to form a healing effect.

The broken half of the palm was created and reattached; the penetrating injury of the leg was also torn off the clothes and wrapped around it, and after being given life, it automatically formed muscle tissue and glued it together.

Thus, Giorno revived from his serious injury——

"cure?"

Akutagawa frowned, he couldn't let this boy rescue his companion.

However, the situation seems to be changing rapidly.

The aging gas permeating the air seemed to disappear instantly, and the aging marks on the faces of the members of the Bugarati team also faded away.

This can only mean one thing.

Proshut, with his aging double, died—or was so wounded and unconscious that he could no longer maintain his double.

"It seems that your companion was solved by Bugarati."

Giorno said to Rashomon Cat in a calm voice, "And now, you will be defeated by me too! I have seen through your weakness!"

"Your attack method has a long distance, but this also means that your attack is not cohesive enough!"

"The longer the attack distance, the longer the recovery time. At the same time, your defense also needs that black strip blade."

"I have mastered the gap between your attacks!"

The blond, blue-eyed, calm and keen boy quickly analyzed such information in less than half a minute of battle!

But... beat?

Akutagawa in the Rashomon space looked at each other calmly.

This young man...although his analytical ability is quite sharp, he is really too naive.

The Rashomon cat has compressed all the cloth, so the operation is naturally not comparable to that of a large windbreaker. The petite body can only use simple cloth blades and defensive shields, and Rashomon's ever-changing ability has not yet been fully displayed.

The difference between substitute ability and supernatural ability is not too big.

With the exception of Risut's particularly tricky type, most stand-ins are not as powerful as Rashomon.

Akutagawa attacked again.

And just as Giorno said, this boy has mastered the attack gap in the form of a cat, not only avoiding most of the cloth blades that pierce the vitals, but even finding an opportunity to get close to the Rashomon cat in the middle. For example, when his hand was cut off again, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Great awareness.

Just when Akutagawa was going to completely disassemble the Rashomon cat and let his own body come out.

Sudden.

"Akutagawa! Mr. Akutagawa!"

In the corridor of the train, Bessie hugged the blood-soaked Prosciut with a terrified face, and shouted in a crying voice: "Please, hurry up and save brother, your space can sustain his injury, right? Please help!" Save the eldest brother, he fell off the train, and I pulled him back with [Beach Boy], and Bugarati..."

Bessie...?

Akutagawa looked back and was stunned.

Bucgarati, who was following Bessie, quickly caught up with the pace, and [Steel Refined Finger] struck behind Bessie at a faster speed.

"Rashomon."

The cloth blade leaped quickly, brushing Bessie's cheek and stabbing backwards, launching the defensive space barrier.

The fists that rained down all hit the barrier.

"This is--!?"

Bugarati stared at the dark, sharp cloth blade in front of him, which was exactly the same as the double ability of a certain writer deep in his memory.

Bessie fell next to the Rashomon cat, but despite this, he still held the seriously injured Proshute in his arms, preventing him from falling to the ground and aggravating the injury again.

Bugarati slowly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the pitch-black Rashomon cat. He seemed a little surprised, but with a tone of surprise:

"Mr. Akutagawa...?" Bugarati's voice was very soft.

Rashomon Cat shook its ears without saying a word, and after a while, it suddenly dispersed into countless cloth belts.

Suddenly red ripples appeared in the space, black hair and black eyes, only the white temples, a slender and sick young man, slowly walked out from the empty place.

He covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times, his voice was soft and muffled, and the scattered cloth belt stagnant in the air instantly stuck to the young man's body like a liquid, and the next second, the black cloth belt became An extremely long pitch black windbreaker with a wide hem fell from the air, leaving waves like traces.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked back at Bucgarati with his usual calm expression.

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