Although he appeared calm and confident, Lee Sin knew his current situation was dire. The damned zippers on his body were judged by the system as a powerful “control effect,” which meant his indestructible data-based body was genuinely affected.
Worse still, unlike the control skills in the game that usually lasted only a few seconds, these zippers wouldn’t disappear on their own. If he couldn’t defeat Bucciarati, his body wouldn’t recover. And without his body recovering, he would have to fight Bucciarati and Sticky Fingers, who were far superior in strength and speed, with only one crippled hand. Winning seemed nearly impossible.
It was clearly a death cycle.
So, in such a desperate situation, Lee Sin’s ultimate move to turn the tables was—
Running away!
Just after he finished saying his grand line about defeating Bucciarati with one hand, he swiftly turned and sprinted away like a mouse encountering a cat.
“What?!” Bucciarati, who had been fully focused on guarding against any potential “trick” from Lee Sin, was genuinely caught off guard by this move.
Although Lee Sin’s speed was slower than Sticky Fingers, he was much faster than Bucciarati. Sticky Fingers’ range was only two meters, meaning it could only operate within that range around Bucciarati, whose speed limited its mobility.
The distance between them and the alley entrance was not far. Within a few breaths, Lee Sin had already used his head start to sprint out of the alley and disappeared around the corner.
“This direction…”
“Is he trying to run to his companion and seek help from that ‘curly head’?”
Since Bucciarati didn’t know Giorno’s name, he casually gave him a descriptive nickname.
“That ‘curly head’s’ Stand ability is still completely unknown. If he and Lee Sin join forces, they could likely exhibit a combat strength far greater than the sum of their parts.”
“It was precisely because of this concern that Fugo, Narancia, and I planned to lure Lee Sin here alone.”
“Having gone through so much to separate the battlefield…”
“I absolutely can’t let them reunite!”
Bucciarati quickly made up his mind, and Sticky Fingers threw a flurry of punches: “ARI ARI ARI ARI!”
The blue fists moved like a gale, creating a long zipper on the ground. Bucciarati stepped onto the zipper and cleverly used the low friction of the rapidly closing zipper, sliding along it like riding a rail car.
The sliding speed was almost comparable to the physique-enhanced Lee Sin. Bucciarati dashed out, riding the zipper rail, and in a flash, he was out of the alley.
Lee Sin, who had disappeared for only a second or two, reappeared within Bucciarati’s sight—he was less than five meters ahead, desperately running towards Giorno on the street.
“What?”
“You… You can match my speed!”
Hearing the increasingly close sound of pursuit, Lee Sin couldn’t help but exclaim in slight panic. He had to stop and turn to face Bucciarati.
“Damn it!”
“There’s no other way… I have to fight!”
Lee Sin stood his ground and, with great difficulty, swung his crippled left fist towards the charging Bucciarati and Sticky Fingers.
This was clearly a desperate struggle. Facing a far stronger opponent head-on would only result in—
“ARI ARI ARI ARI!”
“ARI ARI ARI ARI!”
“…….”
Lee Sin’s weakened left punch was easily parried, and Sticky Fingers unleashed a brutal barrage of punches to his chest.
From a user experience perspective:
King Crimson’s punches were like highly concentrated vodka—one sip, and the spice hit the nose, delivering a powerful short-term impact. Sticky Fingers’ punches, although less deadly, were more like a richly fragrant sauce-flavored liquor—after drinking, the flavor lingered, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste, causing a continuous state of drunkenness.
Lee Sin still preferred the quick, decisive blow of King Crimson. If he had to die, he’d rather it be quick. This feeling of being beaten like a sandbag was unbearable.
His body was like a tattered boat struggling against the tide, rapidly retreating under the onslaught of the violent storm. But before he could even be sent flying, the relentless storm continued to hammer him without pause.
And worse still…
Like a flag bearer running forward, the flag would inevitably flutter backward. Similarly, Lee Sin’s right arm, riddled with seven zippers and hanging down like segments of a sausage, was pulled backward by the force of his retreating body.
He had no control over his right arm. As Lee Sin was sent flying backward, his right arm flailed forward in a ridiculous manner.
Then…
Bucciarati’s confident expression froze.
At that moment, he realized:
Lee Sin’s “sausage hand,” which hung limp, had been carried by the force of Sticky Fingers’ relentless punches—lifting it forward and upward—
It had bypassed Sticky Fingers and reached the level of Bucciarati’s abdomen.
Lee Sin’s uncontrolled right fist was now pointing straight at Bucciarati’s stomach.
And to make matters worse—
Gripped tightly between the fingers of that right fist was a handgun!
The handgun, along with Lee Sin’s upward-moving arm, was now aimed directly at Bucciarati’s abdomen!
“Haha.”
“You also made the mistake of being too eager to win, Bucciarati!”
In the life-or-death moment, time seemed to freeze.
“The world where conversations can’t stall for time is truly troublesome. My Sonic Wave still has one second on cooldown.”
“So…”
Lee Sin’s face, tilted sideways from the beating, bore a sly grin:
“I’ll just use the gun.”
“Damn it!”
As astute as Bucciarati was, he instantly grasped the situation without needing Lee Sin to spell it out:
“This guy wasn’t running towards the ‘curly head.’ He was just running out of the alley.”
“Because once he was out of the alley…”
“He could use the buildings at the corner to block my view and stealthily attach the gun to his right hand!”
“And then…”
His gaze towards Lee Sin filled with shock and admiration:
“He couldn’t move his right arm, so he pretended to make a desperate stand, tricking me into ordering Sticky Fingers to pummel him!”
“In doing so, he not only used Sticky Fingers to lift his arm but also made me let my guard down!”
Just as Bucciarati said, he thought he was delivering blows but was actually helping his enemy aim the gun at himself.
“Hahaha.”
“I have to say, your ability is truly marvelous!” Lee Sin’s smile grew more relaxed. “Although the zipper-disjointed arm is limp and unusable, it remains mysteriously connected.”
“The joints and muscles are separated by the zippers, so I can’t punch with force.”
“But…”
“The nerves inside the arm are intact, thanks to your zipper’s spatial ability—”
“As long as the nerves are connected, I can still control my fingers!”
Saying this, Lee Sin’s right hand, holding the gun’s trigger, began to squeeze it slowly:
“Bucciarati, I said I would defeat you with one hand.”
“And as fate would have it…”
“I’ve never broken a promise in my 23 years of life!”
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