In the world of JoJo, we are taught a truth: no matter how far your comrades are from you, they might not be able to hear or see you for various reasons (see the original work, Giorno's battle with Babyface and Josuke's solo fight against Kira Yoshikage, where comrades were less than ten meters apart but still couldn't see or hear each other).
Always relying on comrades is impossible. Mista is truly excellent; he dared to shoot himself twice in the arm to sever it, all while remaining unfazed. He is already very good.
"I fired five shots just now, and they definitely heard it, but they haven't come out," Johnson said. "Because I told them not to come out."
Mista: Then you're really clever.
"Mista, you must embrace the resolve to die and carve a bright path through the darkness."
"Given Ghiaccio's temper, he will definitely charge over. From here to the private compartment, Ghiaccio will surely be attacked, and his White Album won't be 100% effective." Johnson Joffrey's red eyes reflected Mista's surprised expression, appearing even colder in Sardinia's exclusive color palette.
"What do you mean?"
"I believe this creature can still move at low temperatures," Johnson said. "And we absolutely cannot abandon this train, because we have now entered a sparsely populated valley area. We can't get a taxi, and if we abandon this car, we won't be able to reach Cagliari by sunrise."
Mista took a deep breath, suddenly realizing the gravity of the responsibility. The so-called resolve was not a determination to sacrifice oneself, but to forge a path forward in the dark wilderness!
Mista's determined eyes reignited with fire. Johnson Joffrey continued, "And, I've already seen through its attack."
"According to previous observations, its speed is always faster than mine," Johnson Joffrey looked at the ceiling. "The distance from here to the ceiling is about two meters. The opponent's speed is 1.2 times mine. Reversed Hierophant's average speed can reach the speed of sound, which is 340 meters per second. His speed is 1.2 times that of Reversed Hierophant, so it's 408 meters per second."
"Calculating from this, it would take 0.006 seconds to hit the ceiling. At his speed, it would take 0.03 seconds of reaction time from the moment Reversed Hierophant makes a move. After I precisely calculate this time, I will use the limit of my speed to deal with him."
"I'll use acceleration to deal with him."
"What is that?"
Johnson didn't explain to him, but continued, "After I hit the ceiling, my ordinary human punch strength (C) cannot break it. But the 'ordinary human' here refers to my other father."
"So, after hitting the ceiling, it can be completely broken. My acceleration will immediately become negative, and my speed will instantly slow down, but he won't. He will still continue forward at my highest speed."
"Then what?"
"Then I will immediately make Reversed Hierophant disappear, but there's only 0.03 seconds. Losing its target, it will continue forward at its original speed and won't be able to attack me."
"Although I don't understand, 0.03 seconds definitely isn't enough to…"
"Bang!!"
Before Mista could finish his sentence, his eyes widened in surprise. He heard a huge sound from the ceiling, and then a mass of BIG flew out from the broken ceiling.
At the same time, a shout of "Muda!!!!!" reached his ears.
"If it were anyone else, they couldn't do it, but I can," Johnson Joffrey said calmly, having already completed his ultimate maneuver.
"...That was too fast," Mista's face twisted in surprise. After realizing what happened, he quickly asked, "Did it work?"
"No, it's not perfect." Johnson lowered his head to look at a mass of BIG wrapped around his right arm. Johnson coolly drew a small knife from his waist and cut off the flesh from his arm.
"But it won't happen next time. Reversed Hierophant won't make the same mistake."
"But it's still not enough!" Mista shouted, "There are still so many chunks of flesh here, it's impossible to get them all out. You only threw a small part out just now."
Mista looked at the next car, which was full of wriggling chunks of flesh, looking like a living hell.
"I know, but that's not my goal. That punch just now was only to prove that this experiment works," Johnson Joffrey said calmly. Then, the golden and red figure of Reversed Hierophant appeared again and began a barrage of punches under Mista's astonished gaze—
"Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda!!!!!!!"
He saw fire and heard a huge sound echo in Mista's ears—
"Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda Muda!!!!!!!"
"My Reversed Hierophant's growth rate is very fast. Once it succeeds, it will be firmly ingrained in every inch of its muscles."
Johnson Joffrey used this speed in the same way, circling the entire car and punching it. A roaring sound came from between the two cars, and they began to decompose—
In an instant, only a few stubborn steel bars were still connecting to the previous train car.
"I know!" Mista shouted, "You're going to completely separate the last two cars from ours! But that still won't work, he'll still chase us!"
Johnson Joffrey didn't answer him, so he stopped asking—I have to do what I can do.
Mista immediately spun his revolver and fired several shots at the steel bars still connecting them. Then, the remaining small chunks of flesh all began to chase the bullets, pouncing on the connecting steel bars and tearing them all apart.
The metal car roared, completely detaching from the main car.
Johnson Joffrey smiled, "Before getting on the train, I looked at the map. We're on an uphill slope now. From the moment your arm broke, I made calculations. I'm just waiting for the train to reach halfway up the slope."
"So?"
"The downward car will be much faster than the upward one."
A strong wind blew into the car. The last two cars began to emit sharp, piercing sounds of steel bars colliding, completely detaching from the car Johnson Joffrey was in, and then rapidly falling down the slope. Countless small lumps of flesh pounced onto the last two cars; they would only track faster-moving entities.
Johnson Joffrey watched it get further and further away, that terrifying hell of dismembered flesh completely disappearing.