"Click!"
The metal railing made a sound, its terrifying metallic tone blowing the horn of death.
"Pfft." Johnson suddenly laughed. After all, his combat experience was still too little; he was a bit impatient.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Your Stand is indeed very strong, but its speed is genuinely slow. The old me didn't know what fast was, but I can feel that although my Stand lacks power, it is very fast."
"If it's just to deal with your Stand, your Stand could probably possess even the earth."
"Heh, the Possession Assassin can attach to a hundred feet of land, but just possessing this house will be enough to take your little life."
The sharp end of the metal railing began to cut through the soft, flowing air like an arrow. Tang En smiled; this kid was definitely dead this time.
Johnson's Stand held the line connecting the ceiling and floor with one hand, and extended its pinky finger with the other.
Tang En was aghast, watching a line, like a spider's silk, connected to the Stand's right finger.
"I've found that the smaller the object, the easier it is to find the point from which to draw the line, and the finer the line."
Johnson spoke calmly. Tang En suddenly understood, but he had already flown out along that line, his right thigh pulled along with him.
That bullet that had entered his bone?
Generally speaking, a bullet lodged in bone, when pulled out, might follow its trajectory. Bullets in bone and muscle would encounter resistance, but in a short amount of time, it was enough to pull him into range.
Johnson flashed out quickly, grabbed Tang En's neck as he flew by, and flung him towards the metal railing. The speed was too fast, the distance too close, and his Stand couldn't stop immediately.
Flesh tore, and blood spurted out again like a fountain. The metal railing completely pierced Tang En's neck by several centimeters. The force abruptly stopped when it reached Johnson's brow.
"Damn it! You little brat." Tang En's eyes were bloodshot, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and mouth. His once cold and handsome Northern face was now covered in blood, and fury had twisted his features... He now looked like a living demon.
"I'll kill you!" He extended his pale hands with long black nails, and with the unique strength and speed of a vampire, he grabbed Johnson's skin, directly tearing off a layer of flesh. Blood gushed out, arteries exposed to the air, rapidly draining life like a faucet. At the same time, he twisted his arm, which made a crisp sound, completely dislocating it.
But it wasn't enough. Tang En opened his gaping maw, his teeth visibly lengthening. His dark oral cavity was like a black hole, with strands of saliva stretching.
The blood loss caused his face and body to shrivel, making him look exactly like a zombie.
Johnson tried to shake him off, but he had already dug his fingers into Johnson's body.
"Let's become a Corpse-Born together, and live in the dark, cold corners!"
He pulled Johnson by the shoulder, tearing his T-shirt, and saw that mark. A surge of pure rage filled him, and just as he was about to bite down, he stopped...
"You forgot, you still have a bullet in your head."
Following an extremely thin thread pulled from the back of his head, the golden-red Stand held his head, preventing him from biting.
"And, you are within my attack range."
Johnson's Stand connected the tiny thread to the threads on the ceiling and floor, grabbed Johnson's collar, and swiftly shot him out of the ceiling's collapse zone.
Tang En, however, was caught inside.
"Bang!!"
Rocks shattered, the floor collapsed, and a massive cloud of ash blurred everything.
The ceiling and floor were pressed tightly together.
The entire room was plunged into complete darkness.
Johnson choked on the smoke, coughing several times, his head began to spin, and there were signs of nausea. He quickly pressed down on his veins, his right hand turning a deathly pale due to blood loss.
He was bleeding too much.
But, thankfully, the black mist that enveloped the entire house began to dissipate, proving that Tang En had lost the ability to control his Stand.
As the raised dust completely cleared, Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, but the house was already starting to crumble. The villa was about to collapse, and he had to leave quickly.
"Your... Stand's speed is very fast."
Just as Johnson turned around, he and his Stand heard a voice from behind them. He and his Stand turned back in surprise, finding Tang En standing on the ceiling, swaying unsteadily.
Had this guy already broken through the ceiling and dug out the bullet from his head?
Didn't they say that if your brain was damaged, you would die? Why could this guy live so long?
Tang En's face was a disgusting mix of yellowish fluid and dark red blood.
He staggered over, looking extremely weak. In this state, he still calmly said, "Your... ar... artery is broken. You will die soon, in five seconds."
"Five seconds is enough for me to beat you up," Johnson muttered.
His Stand suddenly appeared behind him, clenching its fists—
"Muda Muda Muda Muda—"
Tang En was almost beaten to a pulp by Johnson's Stand, crashing through the wall and flying outside.
"Well, this is the correct exit for me to escape this room." Johnson leaped out of the hole.
At that instant, the interior of the house collapsed with a roar, and the ceiling fell.
"You..." Tang En actually got up again.
This guy was like a sandbag, impossible to break no matter what.
His body was as tattered as a ripped piece of clothing.
'My God, what happened to him?'
'Call the police!'
'Joffrey's house collapsed!'
The neighbors finally heard the commotion and started to discover everything.
Johnson's Stand raised its hand, revealing a thick thread connected in the middle of its palm, and at this moment, Tang En couldn't even think.
He slowly followed the thread to its other end... "My... heart..."
Johnson's Stand raised its other hand, similarly connected to a thick thread, and Johnson said with a pale face, "Let's play a game of 'clash' with my house."
"Bang!"
The Stand clapped its hands together, and the two threads connected. Tang En was pulled by the retracting force of the threads directly into the house.
But... what was going on? Johnson wondered, did this guy have any more tricks? Or... was this my Stand Ability?
In any case, a bizarre scene unfolded: Tang En's body began to devour the entire house. The house completely expanded his body, but his body stretched as freely as rubber.
Johnson had never used his ability on a living organism and had no idea it would have such an effect.
Tang En's flesh incorporated the dilapidated villa into his body, forming a twisted monster... How to describe it? It was like a layer of skin on the outside with a house inside. Johnson estimated that Tang En's bones and flesh had been completely pulverized by the house.
The most terrifying thing was — he was still alive.
"Ahhh!!!" Passersby screamed. Fortunately, in 1998, there were no smartphones, otherwise this would have definitely exploded on social media.
"So disgusting, ugh—"
Johnson ran to a corner, not wanting others to discover him, and in a flash, he finally understood the true purpose of these threads... Just then, the sun rose, the first ray of sunlight peeked out, gently kissing the earth. Tang En's mouth opened and closed, bewildered.
At that moment, what he thought was —
I finally saw the sun again.
If possible, I never want to hide in a cold corner again.
Johnson's eyes widened as he quietly watched Tang En shatter into dust, disappearing into the clear sky.
Like snow melting into the sun.