Before entering the station, the train has already entered a state of deceleration.

By the time Prosius fell backwards to the platform, the steel beast that was humming and roaring had become much more docile.

But no matter how docile a behemoth is, it is still a behemoth, and as long as it is still moving, it is not something that weak humans can easily touch.

As a result, the next picture becomes very cruel:

Proschute's body first slammed backwards into the sidewall of the train, which was still moving, and then rolled uncontrollably in mid-air close to the body.

Like an ant blown up by a strong wind, he quickly fell powerlessly after a short period of time in the air.

But there wasn't any flat and safe ground below, but the rolling wheels that roared like meat grinders.

Proschute was swept in by the running wheels.

Soon, there was a chilling, rattling, crushing sound of bones crushing from under the platform.

It was like a plump and juicy tomato being slammed to the ground, and a stream of scarlet liquid splashed in the narrow space between the train and the platform.

At this moment, the stand-in named Heroic Chengren disappeared.

The aging state on Li Qing's body was instantly lifted.

"It worked!"

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Qing could feel that his aging body was rapidly recovering.

The skin tightened again, the flesh became tough, and the whole body was full of strength.

"I finally got some strength..."

"Unfortunately, I didn't expect that guy's fist would cause me such a serious injury."

Li Qing clutched his abdomen tightly.

There was a fist-sized hole in his abdomen, and the organs and tissues inside the hole were eroded.

It was all up to Li Qing to cover it with his hands desperately, so that these things that needed to be mosaic did not flow out like cold powder.

Although the gradual recovery of his superhuman physique has greatly slowed down his blood loss, this kind of disemboweling wound cannot be solved by any physical self-healing.

In normal times, Li Qing can turn on the data to recover his injuries by consuming blood.

When the data is lifted again, he will be a sound man with eight-pack abs.

But now...

"As long as I turn on the data, the huge consumption of repairing my body will instantly empty my remaining health."

"Now I can't use data anymore, I can only wait..."

"Wait until Giorno comes and saves me."

Li Qing clenched his teeth tightly, and his forehead was already soaked with cold sweat.

He is a player who has been corrupted by data, and even if he was injured in the physical state before, he could be solved instantly by "restarting the system" for two seconds.

This kind of combat method like playing a game makes Li Qing's ability to bear pain far less than his rich combat experience.

Now the big hole in his stomach is always bleeding, and he can hear the intestines swaying in it with every step, and he really understands it clearly at this time:

Those guys who can still fight with injuries without data are really some terrible wolf exterminations.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Li Qing tried hard to restrain himself from humming like a coward.

At the same time, he also silently encouraged himself in his heart:

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer."

"The enemy is left with that turnip head."

"Even though that damn hook is still messing around with me... Hiss-"

Li Qing fell to the ground and couldn't help but snort.

Because the hook that could not be shaken off at all had now unconsciously drilled into his abdomen from his thigh, like a sharp knife piercing his waist deeply.

If you are in a digitized state, of course, such damage is not enough.

But now Li Qing uses a physical body, and his flesh-and-blood body can't help but have a fish hook scurrying around in it.

Now it was only a waist pierced, and if it took a few more steps, it would be even more deadly.

If his heart had been punctured, he would have died now.

"Damn..."

"Time is running out."

Li Qing tried his best to hold on in pain:

"But, but I'm not hopeless."

"The aging has been lifted, and even if I am injured, I have enough strength to fight the enemy."

The enhancement effect brought by the upgrade directly affects Li Qing's body, even if he doesn't turn on the data, he has a physique comparable to that of a superhero.

Although the injuries are serious and he still has a fish hook in his body, as long as he gets rid of aging, there is still hope for him.

Li Qing is thinking so...

"Strong... Lie..."

"Cheng... Benevolence! ”

There was no sound, no movement.

Between the flesh-and-blood wheels, a pair of eyes as resolute as a knife slowly opened.

On the blood-stained railroad tracks, a terrifying humanoid phantage quietly appeared.

On Li Qing's cheeks, which had just regained his youthfulness, layers of aging and terrifying wrinkles suddenly appeared.

"What?!"

Li Qing's expression suddenly froze:

"That man... There is still consciousness! ”

He had just watched Prosius being swept into the wheels and crushed into pulp.

Can a person who has been injured to that extent still be awake and continue to fight?

Is this still something that humans can do?

Li Qing paced to the edge of the platform in disbelief, and then looked down with his old and cloudy eyes:

He saw Proschute.

Proschute's arms, waist, abdomen, and legs had been completely twisted into an indistinguishable pulp by the wheels.

Only a small half of his body remained.

The half of the body was tightly embedded in the gaps of the train wheels, twisting like dough filled in a cake mold.

But even so, Prosius was still alive.

He lived tenaciously and, with a terrible will, summoned a stand-in, and fought with determination.

"Maniac..."

"You madman..."

"Why is it possible to do this?"

For the first time in history, Li Qing developed an emotion called awe in battle.

He couldn't imagine the will of the enemy holding on.

His body was already so broken, why was his spirit still so firm?

And Prosius now had no strength to speak.

He maintained his stand-in with such difficulty, and then looked at Li Qing quietly.

The look in his eyes seemed to say:

"As long as I have breath, I won't disarm my stand-in abilities."

"Li Qing, it's not you who won."

Li Qing was even a little hairy when he was looked at.

He subconsciously took two steps back, letting the high platform under his feet block Proschut's view.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Li Qing really didn't dare to look at this man who seemed to have crawled out of the abyss now.

"Damn... Is this guy a monster? ”

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

Li Qing looked a little overwhelmed in shock.

The situation was not what he had imagined, and he didn't take down the man at all.

The enemy's stand-in ability is still silently maintained, as always.

His body was aging again, and the strength he had just regained for a few seconds was quickly gone.

The hope that had risen in my heart soon dimmed in the midst of such despair.

"Seriously injured, old and difficult to walk..."

"There's no way I'm going to fight that turnip head anymore."

Li Qing's face was pale and he thought:

"The only hope is to wait."

"I can only wait here, for Giorno and their aid to arrive."

Like a poor weakling, at this moment, Li Qing unconsciously began to pray to the heavens.

He prayed, hoping that help would arrive before the enemy arrived.

However, Heaven never works.

In Li Qing's nervous and feeble gaze, the fishing line that had been tight became loose.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight vibration on the fishing line, and there was a rush of footsteps in the waiting hall 50 meters away.

The first to come was not rescue at all, but the enemy.

Bessie was about to arrive.

Li Qing's life was only less than fifty meters, a few seconds at most.

"It's over..."

"The enemy has reacted."

"As long as he gets here, I can't survive at all!"

It was extremely rare for him to have such a frustrated word in his heart.

Because the current situation is indeed ten deaths:

"Digitization can't be used."

"I'm so old that I can barely walk."

"The hook will soon pierce the heart."

"There's such a big hole in my stomach."

Li Qing's spirit was shaken in pain and despair.

He even began to unconsciously find reasons for his abandonment:

"With a broken body like this, is it possible to continue fighting?"

"I can't do it..."

"I, I've tried my best..."

Thinking about it, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Chaos's mind.

Li Qing's spirits perked up.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous the reason he was looking for.

With a broken body and on the verge of despair, is it really impossible to fight?

Has he really done his best?

The answer, of course, is no.

Because there is a perfect example, a respectable example, right in front of him at this moment, at his feet.

"Proschut..."

Li Qing silently recited the name that belonged to the enemy.

"Thank you for teaching me a good lesson."

"I will not give up fighting, I will not give up hope until the last moment of my life."

His unreleased fist clenched tightly:

"I will do everything in my power to survive and wrest victory from you."

"This is the greatest respect I have for you."

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