Moody Blues' Combat Style (Requesting Recommendation Tickets)

The recent chase and escape, though sounding intense, actually saw Abbacchio and Mista only cover about ten meters.

They had merely moved from the outskirts of the ruins slightly deeper into them.

At first glance, there was no discernible change in their surroundings.

And Mista, aside from being overly nervous, was in peak condition compared to Abbacchio, who was bleeding profusely from three gunshot wounds.

"How did I end up in such a desperate situation?"

Mista couldn't understand it.

He couldn't fathom why the opponent, despite such an obvious disadvantage, could still display such calm confidence, as if victory were already assured.

"Stop bluffing."

"You're the one with a gun to your head right now!"

Mista, like a complete novice, didn't even consider what the opponent's Stand ability might be, and instead yelled with all his might, aiming his gun:

"Don't move!"

He even pointed specifically at Moody Blues beside Abbacchio:

"You and that blue thing of yours, don't move!"

"Heh, you still haven't figured it out?"

"That's right. I haven't shown you my Stand ability yet, so it's understandable that you wouldn't realize."

Abbacchio endured the pain, a slight smile appearing on his face.

"My Moody Blues isn't exactly built for combat."

"Its Stand ability can only replay events, and during the replay, it can only mechanically follow the target's past trajectory. I can't freely control its attacks to my liking."

"But... that doesn't mean it can't be used for fighting."

"Since Moody Blues can't decide its own trajectory during a replay, I'll just make the enemy walk into its trajectory themselves!"

"???" Mista looked utterly bewildered.

He didn't even know what a Stand was, so naturally, he had no idea what Abbacchio was talking about.

Abbacchio, ignoring whether Mista understood, continued his monologue:

"You brat..."

"Even though you only followed me for about ten meters just now, those ten meters were enough to decide the outcome!"

"Look at your feet—"

"Just now, you were like an ignorant child, foolishly walking onto railroad tracks with a high-speed train approaching!"

"What!"

Mista looked down at his feet as Abbacchio had said:

"???"

"There's nothing here?"

"It's just the rubble and mud left behind when that meat mass passed by..."

Mista was still completely confused.

However, in the very next second, his bewildered expression froze completely.

It was replaced by an indescribable terror.

Because...

When Mista looked up and back at Abbacchio, the terrifying meat mass that had left such a deep impression on him twenty minutes ago had somehow reappeared before him, very much alive!

Its colossal body, easily six or seven meters tall, its twisted, grotesque, disgusting tentacles, its nauseatingly dense flesh... just standing there, its shadow alone completely engulfed Mista's entire frame.

Without a doubt, this was the meat mass that had nearly destroyed half the town.

But in reality...

It was Moody Blues, Moody Blues that had activated its replay mode and transformed into the appearance of the meat mass.

"'Location' has been destroyed, so memories cannot be read."

"However, only memories that occurred before the terrain was destroyed cannot be read."

"But this meat mass itself is the destroyer. It continued to act here even after the terrain was destroyed..."

"This means that this destroyed land is the 'location' element that carries its actions and memories!"

Looking at the terrified Mista, Abbacchio explained.

"With both the 'time' and 'location' elements complete, then..."

"Let's start the playback, Moody Blues!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Moody Blues, transformed into the bloated meat mass, immediately activated its replay ability.

It instantly recreated the fierce posture of the meat mass chasing Li Qing twenty minutes ago: it charged towards the stunned Mista like a giant tank at full throttle.

No.

Strictly speaking, Moody Blues didn't intentionally charge at Mista. It was merely mechanically retracing the movements of the meat mass from twenty minutes prior.

Mista himself had walked into its trajectory, blocking the colossal entity's path.

The reason Abbacchio had endured being shot and run forward another ten-plus meters was precisely to lure Mista here, onto this "railroad track" that had long been laid.

"Ah!"

Mista instinctively cried out.

Having never experienced brutal combat, he quickly lost the confidence he'd gained from awakening his ability after witnessing such a shocking sight.

He began to panic, dodging to the side, and fired two wild shots at the oncoming meat mass.

But it was completely ineffective.

The bullets struck the meat mass, which was as large as a small house, only creating a barely discernible hole in its soft yet resilient body.

Relative to its immense size, this minor wound was practically negligible.

Similarly, if such damage were scaled down proportionally to Abbacchio, the Stand User, it would feel like being pricked by two fine needles.

The gunfire couldn't stop Moody Blues in its "meat mass mode"; it continued to charge forward at that terrifying speed.

And Mista's panicked evasion was proving to be futile.

The meat mass was too fast. Before he could even jump half a meter away, he was slammed by the mountain of meat bearing down on him.

"Ugh!!"

Mista let out a piercing scream, being sent flying backward by the immense force.

When he landed again, he was already in a pile of rubble seven or eight meters away.

Fortunately, the meat mass's body was soft and springy, like an airbag deploying during a car crash, providing significant cushioning.

Even so, the tremendous kinetic energy from the extreme speed and immense mass still inflicted severe damage on Mista.

"So painful... Still... dizzy."

The strong-willed youth, covered entirely in "meat," could no longer withstand these successive brutal blows.

Mista collapsed on the ground, his head lolled to the side, his gun dropped, and he fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Abbacchio let out a great sigh of relief:

"Hah... Finally won."

"But..."

He gritted his teeth, pressing down on his bleeding wound, and looked at Mista, who had fallen unconscious:

"Is this kid really an enemy of the organization?"

"Although the collision speed of Moody Blues' replay was fast, if he had been calmer and activated his Stand ability in time, even if he couldn't stop Moody Blues' attack, he would have had a high chance of taking me down with him."

"But... he was so terrified."

Abbacchio frowned deeply.

Having only recently joined the mafia and not yet truly witnessed the darkness, he fell into a dilemma:

"This kid feels like a complete rookie who doesn't understand anything."

"Are the enemies the organization must kill children like this with no combat experience?"

"But..."

He muttered to himself with self-mockery:

"What am I lamenting about!"

"I'm not that naive kid who joined the police with ideals anymore. I'm an evil gangster now, why am I still concerned about so-called justice?"

"The one who uses meat to destroy the city is my companion, and the one who risks his life to save the city is my enemy."

Abbacchio looked at the young man lying unconscious before him, his expression becoming complex.

He recalled the determined look in the eyes of this inexperienced, naive, ignorant rookie, who even trembled with fear when facing danger, as he bravely lied to him, the bad guy.

Faintly, Abbacchio seemed to see his past self: "Heh, how ridiculous."