Thanks, Compulsory Education

"Sex Pistols!"

The six little guys responded immediately and helped Mista complete the loading of bullets in an instant.

Then came a series of crisp bullet explosions.

Amidst the flames, six bullets whistled out.

Under the control of those six little guys, they changed their orbits, drawing intricate and dazzling arcs in the air.

"This trick again?"

Victor instinctively felt that the situation might be a little different from last time.

But faced with those six "miniature ballistic missiles" that were making "ghostly Brownian motion" in the air, he had no choice but to calm down, concentrate, and prepare to deal with the attack.

However, surprisingly

None of the six bullets were aimed at his body.

They split into two groups and simultaneously struck the three cars parked next to Victor from three different directions.

To be precise, they hit the fuel tanks of the three cars.

The first bullet tore through the car's metal sheet, and the second bullet followed closely behind, striking the inner wall of the fuel tank and sending up a dazzling shower of sparks.

Bang bang bang!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the exploding gasoline created terrifying shockwaves.

The invisible shockwave from the explosion, mixed with oil, fire, and sheet metal that were sprayed out along with the high-pressure air wave, rushed towards Victor, who was located at the center of the three explosions, from three different directions.

"This"

"So you wanted to use a large-scale explosive shockwave to challenge the limits of my abilities?"

Faced with such an astonishing offensive, Victor was actually relieved:

"Hahaha"

"Idiot, how many more times are you going to try?!"

"Whether it's bullets or explosions, as long as it's an external attack, it absolutely cannot hurt me!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the shockwave, mixed with flames and steel, struck Victor.

Suddenly, one after another, red arrows, growing as densely as a forest, appeared on Victor's body.

Without exception, all of these red arrows pointed outwards.

The invisible impact and the visible wave of fire were both guided by the arrow in that instant, flying in the opposite direction.

Finally, the explosions stopped.

The terrifying shockwave was gone from the air; all that remained were the wreckage of three cars billowing black smoke and engulfed in flames, and the unharmed Victor.

"Is this your last resort?"

Victor a cold laugh.

He picked up a piece of broken sheet metal from the ground and held it in his hand like a dagger:

"That's enough, I'm no longer interested in wasting my time with you."

"In the next moment, I will cut off your head!"

"Ha ha."

Mista managed a strained smile:

"This is indeed my best move."

"But be careful, this is just the beginning."

"What?"

Victor was slightly taken aback, and a very bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Just then, a piercing buzzing sound suddenly rang out in the underground parking garage, "Ring ring ring ring—"

"This is?"

Victor instinctively realized. "Fire alarm?"

"That's right!"

Mista leaned against the car behind him, a victorious smile playing on his bloodied lips:

"As a public place, the underground parking garage of the shopping mall must have a corresponding fire prevention system."

"As soon as thick smoke appears, the smoke detectors, which are stimulated by it, will sound the fire alarm."

And then...

"The automatic sprinkler system on the ceiling will open the valve and spray a large amount of water mist downwards."

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if Mista had mastered some kind of power to control the wind and rain.

A strange sound of rushing water came from the top of the underground parking garage, followed by the opening of valves on one after another of the orderly arranged shower heads, spraying out a large amount of water droplets downwards.

And just like that, a torrential downpour began out of nowhere.

The originally dry ground was transformed into a watery landscape by the rapidly accumulating "raindrops".

"Water?!"

Victor suddenly realized something.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the broken cable that had fallen to the ground earlier:

It lay still quietly on the ground, but the ground was no longer the dry ground it had been.

The floodwaters soaked the ground, including the leaking cable.

Damn it!

For the first time, Victor showed an expression of fear and helplessness.

After transforming from perpetrator to "victim," his behavior was even more panicked and ridiculous than that of the initial rookie Mista:

"He's trying to use water as a conductor to draw electricity to me!!"

"That's right."

After the reversal of victory and defeat, Mista's voice was no longer filled with fear:

"Since you can deflect all 'proactive attacks,' then..."

"I'll make you step into the leaky, stagnant water and 'attack' yourself!"

At this moment, the entire underground parking garage is submerged in water.

The air was filled with water, the walls were covered in water, and the ground was covered in constantly rising, leaking water.

No matter which way he went, he couldn't escape the electrified waterlogged area, and he couldn't deflect all the water.

After all

He wanted to stand on this ground, in this puddles.

Strictly speaking, it was he who "attacked" the puddles, not the puddles that attacked him.

Moreover, just as water cannot be cut with a knife, it flows on; in the world, nothing is more powerful than water in overcoming difficulties.

Even if he really had the ability to deflect the water, the water would naturally reclam up again immediately after being deflected.

Faced with that endless, relentless onslaught, how long could his Stand, no matter how strong its endurance, last?

"It's over!"

Looking at the floodwaters surrounding him from all sides, and the faint flashes of electricity within them, Victor succumbed to utter despair.

"There's this electrified water everywhere."

"I... I have nowhere left to run!"

In his final moments, he suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Mista:

"You're a madman! You're a madman!"

"The entire underground parking garage is now an electrified waterway. Even if I can't escape, you can't escape either!"

"Hateful."

"Am I really going to die together with everyone else like this?!"

"No."

Mista shook his head with a relaxed expression:

"This isn't a mutual destruction; you'll be the one electrocuted next."

Although the electrified water was steadily approaching his feet, Mista's face showed no sign of panic.

"Victor, did you think I was running away just now?"

"No, I was making a 'strategic retreat,' moving to a place where I could avoid the electric shock—"

"It's right here, in Bucciarati's car!"

As he spoke, Mista took out his keys and yanked open the door of the car behind him.

Then, before the leaking water could flood to his feet, Mista quickly got into the car and slammed the door shut.

Finally, the floodwaters completely submerged the area.

The powerful electric current passed through the rain-soaked tires and was conducted without reservation to the car's metal body.

But Mista, who was sitting in the car, was completely unharmed.

He calmly fastened his seatbelt, gripped the steering wheel, and then turned to look out the window:

"Aaaaaah!"

With his feet submerged in the leaky, flooded water, Victor couldn't help but let out a series of piercing howls.

The powerful electric current trampled through his body like a stampede of horses, leaving only a charred black mark.

His body convulsed under the electric shocks, and his consciousness became blurred due to the intense pain.

Even so, Victor still managed to cast a difficult glance at the unharmed Mista.

With his eyes filled with grief and confusion, he silently asked, "Why, why are you alright?"

Before his consciousness was permanently lost, he finally received the answer he wanted:

"Because I have a car at my disposal, while all the cars around you have been blown up by me."

"Cars have a fully enclosed metal shell, and this grounded, enclosed metal shell can actually act as an 'electrostatic shield,' making it comparable to a large lightning rod."

"Although I absolutely hate studying, I have to say..."

"I have to thank compulsory education."

Mista silently thanked the school he had once loathed, and the physics teacher who gave him so many headaches:

"Thank you for allowing me to understand how a Faraday cage works."