After understanding the wonderful characteristics of "teammates are not injured" as a stand-in ability, Orento finally understood Li Qing's explanation.

He instinctively wanted to do something, but it was too late.

The positioning mark of Tianyinbo was already firmly imprinted on Gioruno before the conversation began. No, to be precise, was imprinted on his head.

And the moment Oranto realized the danger, Li Qing in front of him had disappeared from the spot:

"Echo strike!"

There is no air wave or sound, there is only a phantom that is difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

The phantom suddenly drew a straight trajectory in the air, constantly magnifying in Orento's field of vision at an unexpected speed.

Finally, a punch hit the brain.

Li Qing's fist, which was powerful enough to shatter the rocks, bombarded Giorno's head without reservation.

But Gioruno, who was hit by this heavy punch, was safe and sound.

He stood there motionlessly, still spreading the impact in his brain by the vast fist force like a flood and tsunami.

This shock wave continued to destroy the most vulnerable and critical brain of the human body, and Orento's panicked roar suddenly subsided.

After a brief silence, Giorno asked:

"Diet?"

"Dead."

Li Qing paid attention to the kill notification sent by the system and confirmed:

"It seems that this guy is not as 'advanced' as he said."

"His brain center is as fragile as humans, and he can't stand the direct bombardment of the echo strike."

"but"

He looked at Giorno with some hesitation:

"Are you okay?"

"Although that thing is dead, his 'corpse' seems to be still in your body."

"It doesn't matter."

Giorno responded calmly.

Orento's parasitic ability is not to make a piece of flesh grow in the host, but to make his body and the host become one.

Therefore, even if the "corpse" cannot be excreted, Giorno will not leave any foreign objects in his body, and he will not get sick because of this.

On the contrary, after fusing Oranto's flesh and blood, his body became much stronger.

The only thing to note is

Giorno looked at the face growing on his arm with some disgust:

"This thing needs to be cleaned up."

As he said that, he took out the dagger without hesitation and cleanly cut off Orento's face that was forever frozen in fear.

The process was naturally a bit painful, but as a qualified stand-in messenger, Gioruno did not make any unnecessary noise throughout the whole process.

With a wave of the knife, a chopped meat, and then let the golden experience help fill in new flesh and skin, a major surgical operation is done.

"Win?"

Bugalati and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

And Fuge suddenly reacted from a long shock:

"If you win, why don't you come here quickly!"

He tried hard to move his head that was growing on the ball of flesh, staring at Giorno with an extremely resentful look:

"My head is still growing on this meat ball now."

"Create your body quickly!"

"clear."

Giorno smiled rare.

Although he had no choice but to put Fuge's head on the meat ball, it has to be said that this guy looks very funny now.

He reluctantly restrained his smile and ran to the headless "corpse" left by Fuge and touched it:

“It’s still hot.”

"No need to create a new body. If you cut the face on it, you can still use it on your head."

As he said that, Giorno picked up the dagger, called out the golden experience, and focused on the face of Fuge's headless "corpse".

Apaki and Nalanga were stunned by the sight, and Fuge's eyes twitched even more, wanting to scold but unable to tell.

Bugalati didn't waste his time watching the show.

He turned his head and discussed with Li Qing very seriously the possible subsequent impact of this encounter.

And on the other side

In the corner that no one noticed.

Misda, who leaned against the old willow tree, opened her eyes in a daze.

He was thrown by Li Qing on the side of the road from the beginning, and he never woke up or was affected by the battle.

And now, Mista finally regained consciousness a little:

"It hurts so much"

"Am I still alive?"

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and his brain was in a splitting pain.

This is also impossible.

The meat pieces that were replayed by Melancholy Blues had a weight comparable to a truck and a speed that exceeded a motorcycle. It was a miracle that ordinary people could not die when they were hit by such things.

And Mista just fainted for a few dozen minutes before awakening.

He looked at the surrounding environment with his still blurry eyes:

Strange road, strange cars, strange willow trees, strange corpses

ah?!

Misda was suddenly shocked: "Corpsy?!"

That's right, as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed a terrible body lying on the road several meters away from him.

The corpse was ulcerated and filled with pus, looking like it had suffered some terrifying plague.

"What are you doing!"

Misda instinctively shrank back.

With this shrinkage, his arm that was holding on the ground accidentally pressed something hard:

"cell phone?"

"Who fell here?"

Misda picked up the phone curiously and tried to open his eyes wide and looked at it:

"Why did I call it? Did I accidentally touch the dial button just now?"

"Call the boss?"

"Who is the boss? Whose phone is this? Where am I?"

His consciousness became dizzy during this series of doubts, and his headache became more and more severe.

At this time, the phone number has been called:

"Hello?"

A very oppressive voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Fernando?"

Fernando is the boss's personal guard, so he naturally got angry with Diapolo before arriving at the scene.

So, without waiting for the "Fernando" over there to speak, Diaporo immediately asked with some helplessness:

"The Bugalati team should have arrived at the scene before you, but they have not reported it to me yet."

"Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"ah?"

Misda was groggy and replied subconsciously:

"Fernando?"
To be continued...