Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 214 Playing with fire and setting yourself on fire
Colosseum, now.

"Hey"

Hearing the words "I will protect you" from Giorno, Mista finally came to his senses:

"Damn egg roll head, don't be so handsome!"

"Stop the enemy in this way, even if you win, you will die!"

He roared so excitedly in his heart.

Although everyone has only known each other for a short period of two days, they have experienced countless life and death together.

This kind of guy who can make people rest assured to entrust their lives is a friend in the true sense that he has never met for many years when he was a gangster in the past.

Mista tried her best to struggle to climb back, trying to stop that suicidal approach.

But his broken body had long been unable to exert any strength, and he could only watch with trembling eyes as he was pushed further and further away by the spreading vines.

Giorno didn't look back, let alone stop.

He knows what he's in.

like a cistus--

Voluntarily sacrificing for the sake of one's heirs is just a literary expression, from a pragmatic point of view:

Even if it does not spontaneously combust, it will probably be roasted to death by the hot summer sun. It would be better to burn itself to death cleanly, and before it dies, it can take away the nearby weeds that compete with itself for living space.

Giorno is in the same situation now.

Fighting is death, not fighting is death, so it's better to fight and see if you can take away a backer.

With such determination, he tried his best to drive the golden experience to change the terrain:

"Wood, big, big, big, big, big!"

Grass mats and shrubs continued to grow and spread around Giorno.

Under the dim light, the shadowy branches and leaves are connected into pieces, and the faint fragrance spreads wantonly.

This ancient Colosseum, which has gone through vicissitudes, has turned into a vibrant and beautiful garden under the endless golden shadows.

And Giorno stood in this plant fortress made of flowers and green leaves, looking firmly at the invading enemy.

Similarly, the low wall made of plants also tightly blocked Diablo's way, and stuck him in a narrow corner of the Colosseum.

"If you think about it, kill me first!"

Giorno said with a stern look.

"Oh, don't make a mistake."

"Now is not the time for you to protect others."

Looking at the low green wall that "sealed" him out, the anger on Diablo's face grew stronger:

His current target is not only Mista.

The hatred value of Giorno in his heart is not low at all.

Seeing his prey standing in front of him with an appearance of preferring death to submission, he was like seeing a cockroach provocatively provocatively standing in place with a slipper on its head, it was extremely disgusting.

So, amidst the monstrous murderous intent and endless anger.
Diablo stopped in his tracks. .
Yes, he uttered the harshest words in the harshest voice, but he didn't move an inch.

Anger still couldn't get to his head, even though he was so emotionally agitated, Diablo was not stupid enough to rush to the enemy's defense line without thinking.

He stopped quietly in the distance, waiting and observing.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

There were no voices, no footsteps, only the slightly heavy breathing of the few people present.

And obviously, amidst these breathing sounds, Giorno's breathing became obviously heavier:

"Diablo is not moving."

"He must be watching me, watching these plants."

This is an extremely bad phenomenon.

What Giorno wants most is to see Diablo get carried away by anger, and then rush into the flowers and attack himself regardless.

That way, he would accidentally get cistus essential oil all over his body during the march.

And his steps in the vegetation must have stirred the piled grass carpet on the ground.

The smoldering sparks inside the grass blanket will then come into contact with sufficient oxygen from the outside world, igniting a visible fire source in an instant, igniting this large area of ​​plants covered with volatile and flammable essential oils.

At that time, Diablo, who was covered in oil and fell into the sea of ​​flames, would lose a layer of skin even if he was not burned to death.

However, an ideal state is an ideal state after all.

really back to reality
Seeing that Diablo's face twitched in anger, he still didn't attack so recklessly.

He is like a thousand-year-old tortoise, as long as he senses the slightest danger, he will subconsciously retract into his shell.

No matter how angry.

"What a tough guy."

Giorno's expression became more and more serious:

"Such a cautious character, coupled with such a powerful substitute, I am afraid that I will never be able to take the initiative in front of this man with just my golden experience."

"In this way, the key to the outcome of this match lies in Diablo's own choice."

When Diablo stopped to observe, Giorno was nervously waiting for Diablo's judgment:
"If he decides not to come into contact with these plants at all, but uses a stand-in to turn back to the second floor and bypass the line of defense formed by these plants, then I will have no way to stop him from killing."

"But if he doesn't see anything wrong, or if he sees something wrong, he is confident that he can use the time to break through the defense line, then maybe I have a chance."

In the final analysis, what now depends on whether Diablo dares to kill Giorno.

If he was really cowardly enough to swallow all the harsh words he just said and dare not approach Gioruno who was protected by these plants, then Gioruno would have nothing to do.

"So."

An unprecedented tension hit my heart.

This perfect boy who was like a child of God felt a lingering powerlessness for a long time.

Manpower has been exhausted, and the next step is to resign to fate:

"Diablo."

"How would you choose?"

Time, just like this, passed a few extremely long seconds in the deathly silence.

Diablo finally made his choice——

He didn't choose to shrink back, let alone climb a building to make a detour, but took a step forward slowly.

Step by step, Diablo walked forward.

He came to the low green wall with thick foliage.

One more step forward, and the bodies of him and his stand-in will touch cistus bushes whose leaves are infused with plant essential oils.

Go a little deeper, and his feet will stir the thick grass blanket with sparks smoldering inside.

"bring it on."

"Come in and kill me!"

Giorno suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and waited silently.

However.
At this moment, in Giorno's eyes full of infinite tension,
Diablo stopped again.

"This?" Giorno's heart sank.

Diablo, on the other hand, twitched the corners of his mouth that had already been distorted by anger, and smiled sullenly:

"Ha ha."

"At first, I was still guessing whether there was some poison on these plants that humans could not touch, but seeing that you stayed in this flower bush, you didn't show any abnormality after a few seconds."

"In the end, I still didn't think about it"

"You didn't use poison, but fire."

"what?!"

There was surprise in Giorno's eyes:
How did Diablo know he was going to use fire?
The lights are so dim now that the essential oils covering the cistus leaves are impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

How could it be possible to tell what kind of plant it was just by smelling it.

However, by chance, Diablo was like a prophet, seeing his true intentions for no reason.

Could it be that his Crimson King really has another ability besides time cutting?
This question is very important.

But Giorno has no time to think about it.

The result of planned exposure is fatal, as it is now:

"What a creative tactic."

"Once the oil on your body burns, you can't get rid of it even if you cut it when you turn it on."

"But, unfortunately."

"Such a terrible picture was clearly seen by me before it happened."

The Crimson King walked forward slowly amidst Diablo's mocking voice.

"This kind of 'future' that is not good for me must of course be deleted."

The Crimson King turned on the time cut.

In the previous few seconds of waiting, its overload rest ability has been restored.

During the cut, the Crimson King leaned down.

Facing the thick pile of grass piled up under the bushes in front of it, it slashed a hand knife from a distance.

This hand knife didn't hurt anything, it just stirred up a small whirlwind.

The whirlwind blew directly towards the haystack, blowing away the withered grass on the surface of the haystack, revealing a smoldering scorching spark underneath.

boom!
Flames soared into the sky.

The Crimson King retreated quickly, and the time cut ended.

Giorno didn't react at all.

When he realized that the situation was wrong, what he saw in front of his eyes was already a sea of ​​flames.

"Grease-secreting plants, spontaneously combusting haystacks"

"Giorno Giovanna, you really prepared a nice coffin for yourself."

Diablo stood intact beyond the sudden blaze.

In his cold gaze, the flames engulfed everything.

(End of this chapter)