The Ice Block They Couldn't Take Away

Ghiaccio couldn't figure it out until the very last moment.

He was very familiar with his Stand ability and naturally knew that the air ice crystals would melt into liquid after the "Silent Cry" was deactivated.

However, these liquids never exhibited any dangerous characteristics and quickly turned into a gaseous state as the temperature rose, transforming into even more harmless air.

Therefore, Ghiaccio never considered how to deal with this liquid air; he simply let the light blue liquid, which made up nearly 30% of the armor, fall from the air and wait for it to evaporate automatically after a few seconds.

But now, who would have thought?

The liquid oxygen mixed with alcohol became so terrifying.

Even though no open flame was seen, the throwing knife only collided violently with the armor, and a burst of fire erupted amidst the biting cold air.

The powerful combustion-supporting ability of liquid oxygen causes the chemical energy contained in alcohol to erupt in the most violent way at this moment.

Ghiaccio ultimately suffered from his lack of education.

Although he was able to manipulate the freezing of air at low temperatures, he never studied the properties of the various components of air at different temperatures and under different conditions.

It wasn't until the terrible impact exploded right next to him that he realized:

"So those liquors weren't tools to make the air ice crystals appear at all."

"These unassuming liquids are the real killer moves!"

"And that Narancia"

Amidst this dramatic change, a look of solemnity and regret suddenly appeared on Ghiaccio's bewildered, horrified, and furious face:

"What a terrifying realization! I underestimated them."

Boom!

The flames engulfed Ghiaccio.

The shockwave from the explosion shattered his incredibly sturdy armor, and the shattered ice shards pierced deep into his flesh.

Some of the liquid oxygen alcohol that hadn't exploded was instantly ignited by the flames of the explosion.

The bursts of burning liquor were ejected by the shockwave, splashing onto the table, the floor, the ceiling, and even onto Ghiaccio.

Ghiaccio was thus drenched in a liquid oxygen-enhanced version of the Motolov cocktail, half of his body frozen and half ablaze.

"Aaaaaah!"

Amidst the chill and flames, a heart-wrenching wail echoed.

Similar to Li Qing, who has always been protected by data, Ghiaccio, who has a solid ice armor, has very little experience with injuries and his pain tolerance is not good.

Now, terrible injuries are all over his body, and his body is trembling constantly in intense pain.

But Ghiaccio still managed to stand there, albeit with great difficulty.

"Damn it, I can't fall down."

"They've already made such boastful claims, how could I possibly let the enemy get the ice!"

Ghiaccio's muscular face trembled violently in pain.

The will, constantly condensed and sublimated in this unprecedented suffering, finally transformed into a real force.

The flames burning on Ghiaccio's body began to quietly die down, and the chilling aura surrounding him intensified in the firelight.

Power surged continuously from within his body, and before he knew it, even the piercing pain began to blur.

Unfortunately, Fugo wouldn't give him time to regroup.

"The quantities of liquid oxygen and alcohol are limited, and they are not stored in a sealed space."

"The power of the explosion was indeed insufficient."

Fugo's gaze was fixed on Ghiaccio from the very beginning of the explosion:

"The explosion that Narancia risked with his resolve might not kill anyone, but..."

"It opened a path to victory for me!"

He saw it; Ghiaccio's armor shattered in the explosion.

Although the cracks were slowly healing in the re-condensing chill, the seemingly indestructible armor had finally developed a flaw.

Before this weakness is completely patched up, Fugo still has one last chance to strike.

"Purple Haze!"

Fugo gritted his teeth and let out a low growl.

Purple Haze instantly tensed her muscles and gathered her strength, and with her master's rare, passionate roar, she fiercely punched the enemy's chest.

Releasing poison mist directly would freeze it into ice powder, so he would just like Narancia, directly blocking the enemy's doorstep with virus capsules.

The fist struck fiercely, cleaving through the chilling air.

Ghiaccio did not back down either.

He knew what the enemy wanted to do, and he knew that now was the time for him to risk his life:

"White Photo Album!"

Ghiaccio pronounced his Stand's name slowly and deliberately.

All the power in his body was concentrated in one place, and a chilling wind suddenly swirled around the shattered gauntlets.

Without any fancy moves, Purple Haze and Ghiaccio's Riot Games collided violently in the air of ice and fire.

The storm swept in with cold air, stirring up countless floating, glittering ice crystals.

As their fists collided, the chill fiercely eroded Purple Haze's arms, while Purple Haze's punches surged like a flood against Ghiaccio's already ravaged body.

"We absolutely cannot lose!"

The two men roared simultaneously during their fierce battle.

The pent-up anger they had been suppressing was finally released in the most appropriate way at this moment.

Finally, the force of the punch dispersed the chill.

Purple Haze fought hard and defeated Ghiaccio, whose body was broken and whose strength was greatly reduced.

It used the momentum to knock away Ghiaccio's arm, which was his last line of defense, and then smashed its Riot Games into his shattered chest with unstoppable force.

"Now!"

Fugo's pupils contracted, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

The Riot Games was imprinted on Ghiaccio's chest with Purple Haze twisted slightly, and the virus capsule embedded in the fist bone shattered instantly at that moment.

Although the air was as cold as before, this time the virus was released when it was in close contact with the enemy's skin.

Even extremely low temperatures cannot stop their invasion.

These indistinguishable killer monsters pierced through Ghiaccio's skin in an instant, burrowed into Ghiaccio flesh, and multiplied and proliferated within his body at an incredibly deadly rate.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Ghiaccio let out another piercing howl.

Purple Haze's virus was so powerful that it made him feel the pain of his flesh melting in less than two seconds.

At the same time, the virus was also frantically attacking his vital organs, depriving him of his most basic bodily functions.

Ghiaccio was already seriously injured in the explosion, and now he had no strength left to support his body, which was riddled with poison.

Despite being surrounded by cold air, he collapsed, his body burning with fever.

At that moment, even the ice crystal armor covering Ghiaccio's body instantly disintegrated in the air—he seemed to have no strength left to maintain his Stand ability.

"Finally, we won."

Fugo let out a long sigh.

The life-or-death fistfight just now not only exhausted him, but also made his already frostbitten arms even stiffer in the enemy's cold air.

Fortunately, he eventually succeeded.

Purple Haze, who has always relied on viral sneak attacks to kill and never faced anyone head-on, won fair and square this time.

However, Ghiaccio has already been infected with the deadly virus, and the virus's invasion is now beyond his control.

He is now collapsed on the ground due to the decline of his physical functions, and he is no longer able to maintain his Stand ability.

Before long, this invincible guy will be reduced to a pile of mud by the virus.

"We won, Narancia."

"We won."

Although Narancia was unconscious due to frostbite, could not hear him, Fugo still earnestly reported the victory to his companions.

As he spoke, Fugo helped Narancia, who was covered in ice and collapsed at the entrance of the wine cellar, up from the ground:

"Let's go back."

"Take the ice back with you."

With that resolute voice, Fugo helped Narancia take a step forward.

However, at this moment

Fugo hadn't even taken two steps before

Suddenly a hand reached down from the ground and grabbed his ankle tightly.

Although the hand was not very strong, and even seemed somewhat weak, it was surrounded by an extremely terrifying chill.

Upon contact, the chill instantly seeped into Fugo's legs, causing a thick layer of ice crystals to form on them.

Fugo lost control of his legs in an instant.

Damn it

These legs are ruined!

A manic thought popped into his head instinctively, and then he realized with horror:

"Ghiaccio, you're still alive?!"

The virus has been invading the body for so long, yet the enemy is still alive and has the power to use Stand abilities.

This vitality has become so tenacious that it surpasses even Fugo's understanding.

You should know that at this point, a normal person's organs would probably have turned into water.

"It's just an illness, a virus."

"As long as the infected organs and flesh are all frozen to death at ultra-low temperatures, they won't die for the time being."

Ghiaccio's voice was extremely weak, and his face was deathly pale.

It sounds like a loudspeaker about to run out of power, and it looks like a candle flame about to go out.

But he still gripped Fugo's leg tightly, desperately channeling his last bit of cold energy:

"I made a promise to my companions."

"I absolutely, absolutely will not let you take ice back with you!"