First Defeat

Pesci gave up.

Without Prosciutto's guidance, he would be nothing more than a soulless radish.

His idol has been shattered, so why should he continue to hold on?

What's the point of holding on if even the eldest brother is afraid of death and runs away?

Pesci fell to the ground and, in despair, let go of the fishing rod.

He didn't say anything, just stood there blankly like a salted fish that had lost its ideals, waiting to be dried out.

"Very good."

Li Qing breathed a huge sigh of relief.

The massive blood loss had completely drained his body; even if he regained his youth, he would have no fighting ability.

Not only are they weak, but they are also in great danger.

While the bloodletting method for lowering fever is very effective, it inevitably has a small side effect—it can lead to death.

Wounds of this severity cannot be closed up at all.

Li Qing can only hold on for one more minute at most. If Giorno doesn't come to his rescue soon, he will definitely die.

"But that's enough."

Li Qing endured the pain and calmly thought:

"That rascal has lost his will to fight."

"As long as he lays down his weapon and doesn't attack me, I have a very good chance of surviving this crisis."

More than three minutes have passed since the battle began.

Although the phone is now broken and contact is lost, Li Qing is confident that his companions will be able to find a way to get into the station to provide assistance within the next few minutes.

And he had just perfectly provoked a dramatic shift in Pesci's emotions.

Pesci yelled and screamed on the platform like a child abandoned by his parents, and her loud and piercing voice provided guidance for Li Qing's companions who came to support him.

"The biggest crisis is over."

"I should have won this round."

Li Qing carefully observed Pesci:

This guy, who looks fierce but is weak inside, is now like a robot that has run out of power; he's just sitting there lifelessly.

There's nothing I can do; the greatest sorrow is a broken heart.

His faith betrayed him, and he, in turn, betrayed his faith.

Pesci is no longer a threat at all.

Next, Li Qing just had to wait for his companions to come and rescue him.

He was thinking this in his mind, and then...

Suddenly, a series of rustling footsteps could be heard from the train parked next to the platform.

"W-what?!"

"Could someone inside the train be moving?"

Li Qing's heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly tightened.

He was able to fool Pesci just now because there were no passersby in the way on this platform, and he was the only one who could be used as a sample to judge whether the Grateful Dead was lifted.

But what if some passersby got off these two trains, and Pesci saw that the signs of aging on their bodies hadn't disappeared?

Everything is over!

"Damn it, damn it!"

Li Qing's heart was pounding:

Why are people suddenly moving around?

"There was no movement inside the car the whole time. The passengers inside should all be too old to move!"

The tension in my heart had reached its peak.

But Li Qing, who had lost too much blood, had no strength to do anything at that moment, and could only helplessly wait for his fate to befall him.

Finally, the sound of footsteps from inside the train drew closer.

A passenger slowly walked to the closed train door, banged on the glass, and shouted loudly at Pesci on the platform:

"Hey, you've been on the platform the whole time, haven't you?"

"Do you know what just happened? It seems like some kind of disease has broken out in the carriage."

"My body has suddenly aged, and my teeth and hair are falling out—I need to call the police; this must be a terrorist attack like the one in Naples!"

The passengers behind the train doors kept shouting incessantly.

Although Pesci was immersed in confusion and despair and unable to act, his gaze was still unconsciously drawn to the passenger.

But Li Qing felt relieved instead.

Because when the other party appeared, he discovered that the unexpected guest had regained his youth!

Although most of his hair had fallen out due to aging, and his mind had become somewhat confused and demented after this dramatic change, this passerby's body had indeed escaped the effects of aging.

His flesh and blood were plump, and his skin was rosy, clearly unaffected by his the Grateful Dead.

"I see!"

"No wonder some people in the previously silent carriage suddenly became able to move; it turns out they've regained their youth—"

Li Qing's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, immediately calmed down:

"Prosciutto is really dead this time."

"He has been outlived by me, so even the aging of the train passengers has been relieved."

"The dead can no longer oppose me, so my lies will be almost impossible to be exposed."

Life is full of ups and downs.

I thought there would be unexpected complications, but instead, good news came from heaven.

This rollercoaster-like thrill was making it hard for Li Qing was currently suffering from heart bleeding, to breathe.

Then, something even more suffocating happened:

It turns out that this roller coaster ride, with its dramatic ups and downs, still has one deadly bend left.

"Hey, you guys should call the police!"

"Wait, why is there so much blood on that bald guy?"

"Doctor! Where... where... is a doctor?"

Behind the car door, in front of Pesci and Li Qing, the passenger who had been excitedly banging on the window suddenly fell silent.

Because he has gotten older.

His body, which had just regained its youth, aged again in an instant.

"This is."

Pesci and Li Qing's expressions changed simultaneously:

"A heroic sacrifice!"

"Big brother didn't leave?!" Pesci's expression changed drastically.

"He's not dead yet?!" Li Qing exclaimed in agreement.

At that moment, he almost had his heart stop beating.

"It's over."

Li Qing instantly realized what had just happened:

"Prosciutto is not dead at all—"

"He just deliberately deactivated his stand ability, giving the passengers on the train the strength to leave their seats and walk out of the carriage."

"He's using this method to remind Pesci, he's using this method to let Pesci know that he's always been here!"

At that moment, Li Qing felt a chill run through his body.

It wasn't just because he lost more blood, but also because he felt fear.

Yes, he was actually afraid.

Aside from some terrifying ancient creature that has survived since the age of dinosaurs, Li Qing has never been afraid of anything.

But now, he was truly desperate because of the enemy.

This wasn't because of the opponent's superior strength; superior strength could never subdue Li Qing. Only a terrifying will could make him tremble.

"Is this man... indestructible?"

"What kind of willpower, what kind of awareness, has enabled him to persevere to this point!"

Prosciutto's injuries were definitely more severe than Li Qing's.

But he persisted until now, delivering the final blow to Li Qing with his broken life.

At this moment, Li Qing couldn't help but recall the terror of being counter-killed by Zhou Tai with 13 Unyielding cards while playing Three Kingdoms Kill, and the humiliation of being tower-dived and relentlessly attacked by Tryndamere with only 1 HP left while playing League of Legends.

How did you

That's it! No! Death!

Li Qing's heart was roaring, and his hands were trembling.

He had pushed himself to the limit with his last breath, but the enemy's limits were much greater.

"Hey bald guy."

Unsurprisingly, Pesci realized what was happening.

He witnessed the passenger aging before his eyes and understood the warning Prosciutto was giving him with his life.

"You were just lying to me, weren't you?"

"Brother Prosciutto didn't run away at all. He stayed by my side the whole time, silently protecting me!"

Pesci's body trembled violently, and tears of regret welled up in her eyes.

His large, bulbous head suddenly became intelligent, and even his misty, teary eyes became sharp and unbearable:

"My brother is right here, but he can't speak or show himself, so he can only remind me in this way."

"In other words, he must have suffered very serious injuries, so badly that he couldn't move and was about to die."

Even so, my older brother still protects me from behind!

"And I, and I"

"Yet I did something so stupid that I deserve to be torn to pieces!"

A terrifying aura suddenly surged from Pesci.

This was murderous intent, an intense, overwhelming murderous intent:

"Before my elder brother passed away, Li Qing— "

"I'll make you pay the price!!"

Let's get started.

Li Qing said calmly.

He really did his best, he gave it his all, he did everything he could.

He has truly pushed himself to the limit in terms of both life and enlightenment.

"I have never lost since I came into this world."

"But I lost this round."

Li Qing accepted reality with equanimity; the undefeated Blind Monk had finally been defeated.

But strangely, this failure didn't make him feel regretful; instead, it gave him a sense of exhilaration.

"Good game."

Li Qing calmly typed "GG" in his mind.

He closed his eyes, preparing to face the end of the game.

No, you didn't lose.

A deep voice suddenly sounded behind me.

With heavy footsteps, Jotaro's tall and imposing figure slowly approached:

Your persistence has paid off.

"We won, Li Qing."