"Damn it," Ghiaccio cursed under his breath. "Seeing those two guys chatting so leisurely, I just want to smash their heads in."
"Calm down, Ghiaccio," Risotto said, his gaze fixed on the harbor. "The one with blue hair should be Meg, and the one with black hair and a beard is Carlson. Both are from the Bodyguard Team."
Carlson's ability should be long-range manipulation. Do people within his range all slow down?
"Drive the boat over!" Ghiaccio said.
"No, we don't know the extent of the opponent's ability. Rushing out might lead to a complete wipeout," Prosciutto said in a deep voice, then looked at Pesci. "Pesci, use your Beach Boy."
"Yes, Big Brother!"
Pesci's face contorted, and a sharp glint flashed in his green eyes. With a newfound aura that wasn't his own, a fishing rod burst from his fingertips.
It was also dangerous to let Pesci's fishing rod go over, as they were unsure of the opponent's ability. Pesci's fishing line was part of his Stand, and while an attack would cause reflected damage, it wouldn't have a miraculous effect until it entered a person's body.
But Risotto suddenly spoke, "Carlson, I know him. I once guessed his ability; it seems to be gas. Inhaling his gas affects one to a certain extent."
If it was gas, Pesci's Stand was an object type and couldn't inhale gas.
"Boom!!!"
With a loud bang, the boat lurched violently. To everyone's surprise, a large hole was gouged through the bottom of the boat, and seawater gushed in like a fountain.
"White Album!"
As Ghiaccio finished speaking, the sea surface around the boat completely froze into ice. With the cold air spewing out, the pitching fishing boat instantly solidified like a work of art.
"There are enemies underwater too," Illuso whispered.
"Pesci, retract Beach Boy," Prosciutto said. "First, let's pull out the enemy underwater."
Suddenly!
A huge, ugly shark burst out of the sea at an extremely fast speed, charging towards Ghiaccio.
"Snap!"
It bit Ghiaccio's neck in an instant.
"Ugh..." Ghiaccio's blue eyes widened instantly, and he quickly used White Album to counterattack!
But!
It vanished! The enemy disappeared! Then it suddenly reappeared on the distant sea surface!
"So fast!" Formaggio exclaimed in surprise. Ghiaccio casually froze the spurting artery on his neck.
Johnson Joffrey was greatly alarmed. Was it the Venice duo, Clash? It could teleport in water, and its strength also increased. It wasn't a matter of speed but instantaneous movement in terms of space. The other one, Facial Feature, was also nearby, but that ability wasn't very offensive, though his companions around him became untrustworthy.
He manipulated Clash to rush out of the sea and bite the enemy, then instantly teleport back into the sea when the enemy launched an attack.
However, in the original work, they seemed to need to be nearby to control their Stand.
Tsk, Johnson thought to himself, 'This isn't good.' All around was seawater. Where could they be? In the sky? Johnson looked up and indeed saw an airplane not far away.
Squalo and Tiziano should be there; they must be eliminated.
Ghiaccio's ability was the key to victory.
"Pesci!! Hurry up and wrap the entire boat with your fishing line!!" Prosciutto shouted. "Fish that fish out."
Clash's speed in water should be almost identical to Beach Boy's.
Beach Boy's fishing line was wrapped around the entire fishing boat, but the ugly black shark was still visible outside Pesci's Beach Boy's range, moving quickly around the fishing boat. The splashing waves formed a white waterline, encircling the boat.
"Damn it!" Ghiaccio cursed. "I won't give him another chance. I'm going ashore now. If that guy is gas, I can freeze it."
But if Ghiaccio froze the gas, we wouldn't be able to breathe either, so the moment we go ashore will be the beginning and end of the battle.
Ghiaccio rolled over and walked to the bow of the boat. White cold air enveloped him, and as it dispersed, the blue and white outer armor of White Album was already donned.
Is the opponent's ability to release gas within a certain range, slowing things down?
"It's not necessarily deceleration; it could be another gas. I've seen him poison enemies directly," Risotto said. "But it doesn't matter; Ghiaccio can freeze any gas."
Before the gas could be frozen, even sending Prosciutto to confront him wouldn't work. They had already acquired Prosciutto's ability, and perhaps they had already prepared ice.
Moreover, Ghiaccio must constantly ensure the surrounding sea surface is frozen, otherwise enemies in the sea will surely ambush him, and Prosciutto's ability would be useless.
Ghiaccio froze the surrounding oxygen into blocks, which then entered his pores, completely sealing them to prevent toxic gas from entering.
"Be careful of Babyface," Melone suddenly whispered. "He gives me a completely different feeling. Losing control and not being injured is very suspicious."
Inside the greenish-yellow helmet mask, Ghiaccio frowned slightly and asked, "Tell me more specifically about Babyface's ability."
"It's Ghiaccio," Meg said, lowering the binoculars. "His ability is to manipulate temperature. I don't know if he can freeze the air, but because he froze the ground, your toxic gas swamp is useless. It's very troublesome for you."
"Then I'll leave it to you. Release toxic gas? Or continue with the slow gas?"
"It's useless. When he comes ashore, you can deactivate your ability, and Babyface's suppression will also be lifted. He will attack him."
Meg lowered his gaze slightly, the starry sky reflected in his dark eyes becoming a bottomless black hole. "Even Babyface might not be able to take down Ghiaccio, but I heard Ghiaccio isn't very smart. And that's not right; according to the intelligence, Ghiaccio can freeze thousands of meters. Does he really need that Reversed Hierophant to transmit energy?"
Ghiaccio stepped onto the bow, using his ability to form an ice path, preparing to use his White Album to create ice skates and glide across. That speed would be very fast, but Clash's speed in the sea clearly exceeded Ghiaccio's skating speed, and at the same time, it exceeded Ghiaccio's ice-forming speed.
Clash's speed and strength in the sea were greatly enhanced.
The only one who could defend was Pesci, who was also in the sea, but Pesci, while ensuring the safety of the boat, could not also ensure Ghiaccio's safety. Clash would surely attack during the time Ghiaccio went to the opposite shore.
"Pesci," Johnson Joffrey said, "I have seen through Clash's attack. Put away your ability."
"Ah? If I put it away, the enemy will..."
"His speed bursting out of the sea is not as fast as Reversed Hierophant's," Johnson Joffrey said, his speech still very slow in an emergency, earning the respect of Mista, Pesci, Ghiaccio, and the others.
(Big Brother: He just can't speak italian.)
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Name: Carlson
Stand Name: Old Town Road
Ability: Forms a toxic gas swamp within a radius of one hundred meters. The Stand can move freely on the swamp. [Provided by reader Light of Hope, I have modified it to a certain extent.]
Modifications are as follows:
The released gas is not necessarily toxic gas; it can also have other effects, such as excitement, slowness, laziness, decreased intelligence, etc. ... It has been changed so that by sticking white paper under his feet, he can move freely, allowing his companions to move freely as well.