Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 243
Fugo was shivering all over.

His legs had been frozen into icicles by Gacho's touch, and he was completely unconscious.

And the cold air was still spreading further up from the legs.

Muscles were as stiff as iron in the cold air, nerves were necrotic in large areas in the low temperature, blood froze into ice, and even burst countless blood vessels after expanding in volume.

But in just a moment, Fuge couldn't feel the existence of his lower body at all.

He could only feel the frost eroding further up his frozen thighs, driving the bone-chilling chill deep into his body.

But now besides the body, it is Fuge's soul that feels the cold even more.

He looked down at the man who was holding onto his ankle in disbelief, his face was ashen:
"Gacchu, you madman."

"You can really do this."

Gacho did survive the virus.

Killing all virus-infected flesh and tissue with ultra-low temperature sounds like an effective treatment for a strong man who cuts off his wrists.

But Fuge is very clear that Jiaqiu's current state is actually worse than himself with his legs trapped in frost, [-] times worse.

Because this is not a strong man breaking his wrist at all, but an outright suicide——

You know, just now Ziyan infused the virus from his chest.

When the virus enters the chest and abdomen where the organs gather together, the first step will be to infect the heart, liver, spleen, lung, and kidney, which are vital to the human body, and affect all imaginable life support systems.

If all these organs were frozen at ultra-low temperature, then Jiaqiu would probably die faster than normal poisoning.

Normal poisoning can still last for more than half a minute, but I'm afraid it can only survive for a few seconds at most.

But Jiaqiu just did it anyway.

In order to prevent the virus from corroding the brain upwards, and to keep his consciousness completely clear, he actually froze all the parts below his chest with ultra-low temperature.

The blood flow was cut off, the nerves were cut off, and now Jiaqiu is basically a dead person.

But in the last few seconds of his life, the dead man forcibly maintained his clarity of consciousness, and launched a final attack on Fugo.

"Prosciutto, don't worry."

"I definitely won't let them .bring. ice back"

An indistinct moan kept ringing in Gacho's throat.

He stretched out his hands tightly to hold Fugo, and the coldness surging in his hands did not attenuate at all.

Seeing that Jiaqiu, who was so seriously injured, could still move and attack
It was like seeing a seafood octopus with its head cut off and waving its tentacles, Fuge couldn't help but shuddered: "Monster."

He saw that Jiaqiu's will to transcend the limitations of life.

The energy of the substitute comes from the spirit, and the spirit relies on the body, but it can surpass the body in some incomprehensible way.

Just like now, Jiaqiu, who is about to die, erupts the kind of spiritual power that transcends the shackles of the body.

This spiritual power was transformed into the impetus of the stand-in, and into the frightening chill emanating from Gacho's hands.

"will die."

"If this continues, I will definitely die."

Fuge's heart instantly sank to the bottom at this moment.

He found himself underestimating the enemy too.

At first, he only thought that Jiaqiu was a proud villain relying on a powerful stand-in to show off his power, but he didn't expect that this man's will would be as hard as his armor.

"The freezing steam spreads too fast."

"I lost consciousness in the lower half of my body in a split second, no, damn it"

Fugo discovered desperately that the enemy's deadly freezing steam was more terrifying than he had imagined.

The moment he hesitated because of Jiaqiu's will, the cold air had already sealed his waist upwards.

Now he can only move with his shoulders, arms, and mind, and he can't even bend his waist or step his legs.

To make matters worse, the body's stiffness was fed back to the stand-in. At this moment, Du Ziyan had also turned into an ice sculpture whose legs were numb and unable to move or attack.

This ice sculpture happened to be frozen two or three meters away, completely out of reach, and there were no tools at hand that could be useful at this time.

The stand-in ability is not something that can be released just by removing it from a distance, and can be summoned to the side in an instant after it is released-if there is such a good thing, everyone's stand-ins will learn to "teleport".

Therefore, during this short and crucial time, Ziyan couldn't help her body at all, so she could only freeze and hang up on the side.

"How to do."

"Am I going to die with him like this?"

Fuge's face was extremely pale.

He couldn't imagine how he, who could only swing his arms and turn his head, could get rid of Jiaqiu and the cold air released by Jiaqiu.

He can't even bend down now, how can he stop it?

Is it necessary to wait for Jiaqiu to be unable to hold on and die halfway?Will this monster really hold on?

Fuge faintly despaired.

However, at this moment, he saw Naranja who was being supported by him beside him.

Naranja was still unconscious, and because his body was too close to Fugo, he was completely caught in Jiaqiu's cold air at this moment.

His body was already covered with ice crystals, and now it was even worse because of the cold air.

"Can't give up!"

Fuge realized that he was carrying two lives now.

Although he didn't say it before, when Nalanja launched the attack with the consciousness of death, Fuge had already made an oath in his heart:
He must, must bring Naranja back alive.

This is a man's promise.

Although he never liked to fight before, he didn't like to fight for his life, but now...
He has a reason to fight for his life!
Fugo's heart was burning with an unprecedented fire of will.

His brain was spinning rapidly, and the environment of the entire back kitchen was restored, reshaped, and examined one by one in his mind.

He saw Jiaqiu's hand barely holding his ankle, saw the unextinguished fire on the ground, saw the deformed and shrunk iron pipe by the wall, and saw the extreme cold that had not yet dissipated.

Finally, between lightning and flint, a flash of spiritual light flashed.

"The so-called awareness."

Between life and death, Fugo couldn't help thinking of what Giorno said by chance:
"It is to open up a bright road that we should walk in the dark wilderness!"

With such awareness, Fugo raised his hand that was already covered with ice crystals.

He couldn't move at all below the waist, so he lowered his only movable head, opened his mouth and bit through his wrist.

The frozen skin on the outer layer of the wrist was instantly crushed.

The teeth cut through the frozen flesh like a saw, cutting down through the uncooled arteries.

In this way, Fu Ge bit his own arteries, allowing the still steaming high-pressure blood to splash out wantonly in the extreme cold.

In the end, before the cold air completely invaded the chest and abdomen
He raised his arm, and sprinkled the hot blood towards the metal pipe laid by the far wall——

That's the gas pipe.

"That gas pipe was shrouded in ultra-low temperature air not long ago, and the current surface temperature is probably still in an extremely low state."

"And my blood is 37 degrees Celsius, which is as hot as coals to the gas pipeline at this moment."

"It's like pouring hot water on the car glass to break the snow. The 'thermal shock resistance' of the material is limited. When the object is suddenly heated and expands, the thermal stress caused by the mutual restraint of the deformation of each part exceeds When the internal force of the object is combined, the object will collapse!"

This is the way Fugo came up with in desperation.

He wants to use his own blood to "shatter" the gas pipe that is still in an ultra-low temperature state, so that the natural gas inside will be released:

The boiling point of methane, the main component of natural gas, is as low as minus 161.6 degrees. It is only the aftermath of the cold air that was blown onto the pipeline earlier, and it may not be able to liquefy the gas.

And as long as the natural gas can be released, the unextinguished flames on the ground can trigger another gas deflagration.

"The air wave generated by the deflagration will surely blow me and Naranja away."

"We can use this to get rid of the cold air, and the deflagration that occurred at that distance should not kill us, but only seriously injure us."

After finishing all the arrangements, Fugo looked down at Jiaqiu under his feet:

This terrifying enemy who never gave up until his death had unknowingly taught him some truths that he had always known, but never dared to practice, and never wanted to practice.

By this time, hot blood had already poured into the gas pipeline.

The metal pipe wall, which had been frozen and deformed for a long time, cracked instantly at this moment, and the ominous gas leak sounded instantly.

almost visible to the naked eye
The "wind" blown out of the pipe directly hit the burning flames on the ground.

Facing the sudden wave of flames, Fugo closed his eyes.

After half a minute.

Fugo helped Naranja staggered out of the bar.

The bar was already in a mess, and the flames caused by the gas explosion inside were spreading rapidly.

The injuries on Fugo and Nalanja were even more horrible.

In fact, Fugo was able to bring Naranca out of here alive, thanks to Jiaqiu.

For one thing, Jiaqiu used the thick ice that froze on their bodies in the cold to play the role of frost armor to a certain extent. These ice blocks helped them greatly reduce the damage caused by the explosive gas wave.

Second, after Jiaqiu's death, all the abilities of the white album were released.

All the ice blocks generated by the ability disappeared, and Fugo and Naranja, who were almost covered in ice and made into ice sculptures, barely recovered their ability to move.

Although the extremely severe frostbite still existed, they were at least barely able to move out of the shackles of the frost.

Because of this, Fugo was able to bring out the unconscious Naranja before the fire intensified.

"Fogg."

At this time, Naranja, whose body was thawed, also happened to regain consciousness.

He opened his eyes and saw Fuge's embarrassed face, and subconsciously asked, "How is the situation?"

"It's okay, Naranja."

"It was us who won, we defeated that invincible guy!"

Fugo said to Naranja so excitedly.

"Win? Great."

Naranja sighed happily.

He finally let go of the instinctive vigilance, and relaxed to enjoy this hard-won victory.

Exhausted, both of them just want to rest now.

"Wait." Naranja suddenly thought of something: "Fuge, where is the ice?"

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Fugo fell silent suddenly:

The ice cubes thrown by them had long been engulfed by the explosion.

And just now the flames spread everywhere, and the lives of the two were at stake, and it was impossible for him to jump through the fire with such serious injuries.

"Ice Cube."

"I still can't get it"

Fuge let out a long sigh, his expression extremely complicated.

Looking at the bar that had turned into a sea of ​​flames, he suddenly couldn't see clearly.
Whether he won or lost.

(End of this chapter)