Encountering Invincibility Again

With taut muscles and a slight hunch, Ghiaccio's icy blades slid abruptly across the frost-covered floor.

His precise and sharp starting posture, reminiscent of a professional short track speed skater, gave him a breathtaking speed.

Ghiaccio swiftly approached, stepping on ice and frost, his Riot Games, covered in solid ice armor, whistling through the air with terrifying cold.

Before the Riot Games even got close, a gust of cold wind was already blowing in your face.

In a mere instant, Fugo felt his exposed skin suddenly covered with a layer of frost that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and even the moisture he exhaled from his mouth and nose instantly froze into powder.

Behind him, the neatly arranged bottles of liquor in the bar counter window were also covered with frost.

Low-proof liquors freeze instantly into ice blocks, while only strong spirits like vodka, due to their high alcohol content, manage to avoid freezing.

Nevertheless, as Ghiaccio approached, the high-concentration liquor that had remained clear began to gradually crystallize with white crystals.

"Just being exposed to the cold wind can cause the temperature to drop this low."

"The enemy's freezing ability is terrifying!"

Fugo gasped.

The cold air entered his mouth and instantly froze his tongue and gums.

"Damn it."

Fugo, slurring his words and looking nervous, leaped off the bar and dodged into the distance.

"Na- Narancia, get out of the way!"

"We absolutely cannot let that guy get close!"

Just being exposed to the cold air is enough to freeze one's entire body in frost. If one were to actually be touched by that Riot Games, the result would probably be that one would be frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Seeing that Ghiaccio was about to charge towards them like a bull, carrying with him a chilling aura, Fugo and Narancia immediately dodged to the side along the bar counter as if avoiding a tiger.

"Purple Haze!"

"Aerosmith!"

The enemy's strength did not make Fugo and Narancia forget about fighting.

While desperately dodging and fleeing to the side, they also activated their doppelgangers to launch a counterattack against the enemy.

The first round of clashes is often not very effective, but it is the most important phase of mutual probing in Stand battles.

They need to take the initiative to attack in order to obtain more intelligence from the enemy, and this intelligence will ultimately become the key to determining the situation.

However, the result of this attempt was somewhat disheartening—

That man named Ghiaccio seems to have no weaknesses at all.

The first to make a move was Aerosmith.

The exquisite little plane hovered nimbly beneath the high ceiling, temporarily unaffected by the chill below.

It precisely locked onto the seemingly fragile transparent mask on Ghiaccio's face, swiftly adjusted the fuselage to lower the gun head, and aimed the dark muzzle at Ghiaccio's pupils hidden behind the transparent mask.

Sparks flew as tiny, deadly bullets rained down from the sky.

It looked incredibly powerful, but it ended up being completely ineffective.

The way the bullets struck the transparent ice crystal mask looked like a Guinness World Record challenger encountering domestically made tempered glass.

The transparent ice crystal was completely free of cracks, bullet holes, and even trembled.

Those bullets that Narancia had placed so much hope in were easily bounced away like rubber balls with no power, achieving nothing.

"It's useless, my Aerosmith is completely useless!"

"That frost armor is so sturdy, my bullets simply can't penetrate it."

Narancia said this with a solemn expression.

Fugo fought and retreated, his face equally grim.

Because compared to Aerosmith, his Purple Haze performed even worse in front of the enemy.

As a melee-type Stand, Purple Haze was frozen in place by the terrifying cold as soon as she tried to get close. Even Fugo, the original body, trembled all over from the cold feedback.

Not only is her close-combat ability useless, but the worst part is that Purple Haze's signature virus has become completely ineffective.

It merely tentatively broke open a virus capsule, attempting to release toxic mist onto Ghiaccio, but...

Before the purple smoke could spread in the air, it mixed with the moisture in the air and was instantly frozen into a cloud of purple ice crystal powder.

The terrifyingly low temperature instantly put the virus into a dormant state, and the purple ice crystals that sealed the virus subsequently fell to the ground under the influence of gravity.

The virus cannot thaw or spread, let alone be infected by someone wearing a full-body protective suit.

"It's like pouring a pot of boiling water on a winter night in the far north; the water turns into ice crystal powder before it even hits the ground."

"Completely restrained, my Purple Haze."

Fugo's voice was extremely solemn.

He and Narancia had already fled the bar in a sorry state, and were chased all the way to the wall near the kitchen.

"Hahaha."

A cruel smile was on Ghiaccio's face.

He stared intently at the ice cubes that Fugo and Narancia were clutching, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed rage.

"Aren't you going to let go of the ice? You idiot!"

"With me here, the only place you can take the ice is to heaven."

There was a hint of mockery in Ghiaccio's words.

But Fugo and Narancia didn't even have the energy to talk back.

Because the enemy has not been harmed at all, while the two of them have been frozen stiff during the brief chase, and are even showing signs of losing consciousness.

"Damn it. The freezing cold combined with the impenetrable armor..."

"That guy named Ghiaccio is practically invincible!"

Although somewhat disheartened, Fugo couldn't help but speak the harsh truth.

"Invincible."

Narancia Jia repeated this helpless phrase in a muffled voice.

He subconsciously tried to make a contemplative expression, but the muscles in his face were frozen solid and wouldn't obey him.

This was originally the sweat he had shed while rushing here, but now it had all been frozen by the cold air into an icy demon that would strip away a lot of his body heat.

"Invincible. Invincible"

Narancia's body gradually stiffened in the terrifyingly low temperature.

But his brain was working at lightning speed in this desperate situation:

"Stand abilities may be invincible, but humans are definitely not."

"Everyone needs to breathe to survive, and that Ghiaccio's breathing looks very smooth."

"If that's the case, then the enemy's ice crystal armor, which even bullets can't penetrate, couldn't possibly be completely sealed—"

"A fully enclosed suit of armor can't store much oxygen at all. There must be a hidden vent in the armor so he can breathe fresh air from the outside at any time!"

A flash of inspiration struck Narancia, and he quickly grasped at a glimmer of hope amidst the despairing white frost:

"That vent is the enemy's weakness!"

"As long as I can get the bullet through that vent, I can definitely hit its core!"

Ghiaccio is rapidly approaching.

Frost spread across the land, covering everything.

Narancia focused his mind on manipulating his Stand, but this time it wasn't for attacking.

He instantly activated the CO2 radar of the Aerosmith, displaying the distribution and concentration of CO2 in the surrounding air on a virtual screen in front of him.

It happened very quickly, without much effort at all.

"Found it!"

"The carbon dioxide concentration at the back of the enemy's neck was significantly higher than in other areas."

"That unprotected vent, that only weak point, is on the back of the opponent's neck!"

Thinking of this, Narancia's heart began to pound with tension and excitement:

"Aerosmith— "

"Attack him on the back of the neck!"

The Aerosmith, which hovered in the air, changed its flight posture rapidly like a nimble swallow.

It swiftly drew several graceful arcs in the cold air, and soon circled behind Ghiaccio amidst the slight hum of its propellers.

"Fire!"

The machine gun was aimed at Ghiaccio's nape, and fire roared through the smoke.

Narancia waited anxiously, hoping his attack would be effective.

But what he received in return was a playful laugh from Ghiaccio:

"You discovered my 'weakness' so quickly?"

"It's probably thanks to the carbon dioxide radar mentioned in the intelligence report."

The bullet was about to pierce the back of his neck, but his voice was as calm as a frozen lake:

"Contrary to your youthful appearance, you're quite skilled at using this double."

"But, unfortunately."

At that moment, the chilling aura surrounding Ghiaccio instantly intensified tenfold:

"I've been waiting for this move from you for a long time—"

"White Album: Silent Cry!"