Pesci suddenly swung his Stand towards Johnson Joffrey, and the hook of Beach Boy gleamed brightly.
This time, he, Pesci, would protect Melone!
Beach Boy's fishing line could extend infinitely and was very fast. Moreover, it was dark now, and his fishing line was almost invisible in the darkness, making it impossible for Johnson to clearly see the hook's movements. However, he could hear the sound of the fishing line crystal clear.
The fishing line whizzed past Johnson Joffrey, a sharp sound piercing his ear.
Johnson Joffrey's legs transformed into the legs of Reversed Hierophant, springing up with extreme speed. However, the hook was too agile, and its attack range was very large, forcing him to dodge with difficulty.
Just as Johnson Joffrey was about to counterattack, the hook on the fishing line slipped past Johnson's eyes, snagged Melone's back collar, and pulled him away directly.
So, it was a feint attack on me, just to take Melone away.
Take this pervert away quickly; no one is fighting you for him.
A remarkable light shone in Pesci's green eyes, a dazzling brilliance that seemed to come from the pitch-black coconut grove.
Melone, this pervert, whether he was overly excited or something else, didn't speak for a long time, his mouth full of blood, which only deepened Pesci's misunderstanding.
"Melone-san, can you still move?" Pesci asked Melone sorrowfully, "You go back to the tavern first; I'll hold him off!"
Pesci was now hot-headed; he had personally witnessed Melone being knocked to the ground by Johnson with a single punch, unable to speak from pain.
He was originally a mama's boy. Whatever Prosciutto said, he agreed with. If Prosciutto said Johnson was problematic, then in his eyes, Johnson truly wasn't a good person.
Johnson Joffrey expressed that he truly felt like he had been screwed over; a surge of anger rushed to his head.
Pesci freely manipulated his fishing rod with great speed, but Reversed Hierophant could still dodge nimbly.
Pesci specialized in long-range combat, while Johnson excelled in close combat.
Pesci's Beach Boy was far stronger than he had imagined. The hook had a direct damaging effect; once it entered the human body, it would burrow inward, and attacking the fishing line would cause reflective damage within one's own body.
Damn it, I can't counterattack at all.
Moreover, Pesci didn't need to expend stamina to manipulate the fishing rod, but Reversed Hierophant's endurance was only C.
Reversed Hierophant's speed was very fast, Beach Boy couldn't keep up, but its attack range was very large, and Johnson couldn't get close to Pesci.
The smaller the object, the easier it is to draw a line from it.
Fishing lines are no exception. The moment the lines intertwine, a punch will definitely hit a line. But if I want to draw it out, to whom should it be connected?
Not with the arrow. The arrow absorbs too quickly. If Reversed Hierophant accidentally kills Pesci, it would truly be a loss greater than the gain.
With myself? It's not impossible. Reversed Hierophant can flexibly manipulate the line, including controlling whether it absorbs or not. As long as the line is connected to himself, he can directly pull Pesci over.
Johnson was a bit reluctant at the thought that this big oaf might bump into him. Most importantly, connecting another Stand User to himself was a very foolish thing to do, akin to pulling an enemy towards his defenseless self.
Johnson glanced sideways and saw a huge rock nearby, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face.
Pesci followed his gaze and also spotted the boulder, guessing that Johnson Joffrey wanted to connect his Beach Boy to the rock.
Pesci's eyes glinted ferociously, his rage soaring to the heavens. "I will absolutely not let you succeed! I will execute you here and now! And earn the recognition of the rest of the group!"
The speed of Beach Boy was like the difference between a motorcycle and an electric scooter compared to Reversed Hierophant. Once one had experienced the speed of Reversed Hierophant, it was like riding a motorcycle; one would never want to ride an electric scooter again.
However, Beach Boy's large attack range was very troublesome.
Pesci looked at Johnson Joffrey, knowing full well that his ability was to pull strings, so he had to be careful. He watched as Reversed Hierophant nimbly dodged his attacks under Johnson Joffrey's control, and he felt a little flustered.
He must be inexperienced, unable to flexibly utilize his excellent Stand.
Reversed Hierophant punched the ground.
"Muda Muda Muda Muda—"
The surrounding sand was sent flying into the air by his rapid, wild punches!
Just as Pesci was wondering what was happening, Johnson exploited the advantage of the beach.
Reversed Hierophant's speed was very fast, and it started moving on the beach again—
Jumping back and forth?!
Reversed Hierophant seemed to use a cloning technique, splitting into several bodies, simultaneously stirring up the sand on the beach. Aided by the sea breeze, the sand on the beach was instantly kicked up and blown high into the air—
Forming an effect like a hurricane!
The entire beach became completely obscured!
"Johnson Joffrey! Do you think I can't see you?!" Pesci laughed loudly. "My fishing hook cannot be obstructed even by sand. No matter where you run, I will find you!"
Pesci's smile suddenly froze.
The scene before him deeply shocked him.
That was—
Every single grain of sand that had been kicked up was now motionless!!
Yes! Every grain of sand floated in mid-air, as if time had paused… Johnson Joffrey and his Reversed Hierophant stood in the middle of the sand, the sky-full of sand overwhelming, filling the entire space of the beach.
How did he do it?
Pesci's eyes widened, looking incredulously at the sky full of yellow sand, as if he had seen something sparkling and shining.
—This is, string?
This guy pulled a string from every single grain of sand?
In the darkness, only the dark red Reversed Hierophant could be seen, expressionlessly manipulating its right hand, as if guiding a stringed puppet, controlling a giant beast made of sand… In an instant, Pesci was so scared that he almost dropped his Beach Boy.
This guy! He's too terrifying!
A giant hand made of sand lunged at Pesci!
Actually, it wasn't really a hand, because the Reversed Hierophant's control was very low, only barely managing to form a rough shape.
Pesci gasped for air like a fish on the shore... Just then, the stern face of his elder brother, Prosciutto, suddenly appeared before his eyes.
—[ Pesci, glory be with you! ]
Pesci watched with wide eyes as the 'giant hand' rushed towards him. If he wasn't mistaken, it would tightly envelop Pesci, wrapping him into a ball. Since the threads were incredibly strong, it would form a net woven from threads and sand, trapping him firmly.
Johnson watched Pesci, only intending to scare him, but he didn't expect him to not dodge at all. He then thought that letting him go would be troublesome, and he might pounce again, so he simply decided to really wrap him up.
Pesci was trapped inside a ball made of sand and netting.
Johnson Joffrey breathed a sigh of relief, watching the Reversed Hierophant hold a thread, guiding the ball, and simultaneously opening a hole at the top for him to breathe.
How did a fight suddenly break out? Johnson Joffrey thought in surprise, then prepared to go forward and explain to Pesci.
Just then, he suddenly felt a slight sting in his arm. He was startled, and as he raised his hand, he discovered—
His fingertip was hooked by Beach Boy's fishing hook!
He immediately followed the fishing line with his gaze and found that it was emerging from the ground!
Did he deliberately not run, just to use the line to pierce through the ground and stab me?
"Pesci!" Johnson finally shouted. In that case, wasn't he also caught by me? Is this... a mutual kill? You want to play a one-for-one extreme trade with me, you motherfucker?!
Unexpectedly, Pesci completely ignored Johnson Joffrey and instead shouted from inside the sand ball: "Melone, run! I've already prepared myself for death. You guys quickly leave the island; there must be his accomplice here!"
"It doesn't matter if I sacrifice myself! I'm already prepared!"
Pesci let out an unwilling roar as if from the depths of his soul—
"Brother!!!"
Johnson & Melone: "..."
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Once I start writing a battle, I can't stop. I originally planned for Mista to appear in this chapter. I love writing Mista!
This battle is my simplified version.
Your demands for more updates mean nothing to me — Muda Muda Muda!
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Oh, and here's a face-licking picture —