JOJO hiding in the hunter world

As it turned out, Jon still didn't know what Sigmon's Nen ability would do to a person. But it was clear that Sigmon was very restrained in using this move on people, so he only used his elbow to attack the rabid dog.

Jon was still inclined to help Sigmon; it would be awkward if he were accidentally killed by a hero.

When the strength of the enemy and ourselves was still unclear, it was time to show off some unique skills.

That's right, it was the ultimate secret technique inherited from the gentleman with the golden spirit, Joseph Joestar—the Secret Joestar Family Technique: Run Away!

As the saying goes, you can beat Ripple, but you can't beat running away. Its effect far exceeds Ripple. The reality is that sometimes, just by running, your opponent loses. Jon understood this deeply; Jon's debut battle was won this way.

As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Jon decided on a strategic retreat. That way, if Sheryl got killed, it wouldn't be his fault. It wasn't that our army didn't try hard enough, but the enemy was just too damn strong.

"I'll leave it to you, old man," Jon shouted and ran away. Silva wouldn't run. Although Silva Zoldyck was happy to see someone exhaust his opponent, he wouldn't avoid a fight if he encountered one.

Now, Silva's only thought was that this wave might be a loss.

Thinking this in his heart, his hands didn't stop throwing Nen bullets at tricky angles, sealing off Sigmon's movement trajectory. Silva's speed in condensing Nen bullets was extremely fast. Jon had only taken two steps when Silva had condensed five Nen bullets.

After throwing the Nen bullets to block Sigmon's path, Silva immediately rushed forward. This was a calculated move. Silva's Nen bullets were very fast, but because of the distance, they weren't impossible to dodge. However, if he dodged, it would be exactly what Silva wanted.

Silva's blockade forced Sigmon into close-range combat with Silva. Close-range combat wasn't hand-to-hand combat; Sigmon couldn't dodge Nen bullets at close range. Not only that, but Silva's speed was also faster than Sigmon's, so he could run away even if he couldn't win.

If Sigmon went against the grain and took the Nen bullets head-on, Silva could also take the opportunity to weaken Sigmon. Jon, seeing this scene, didn't run away but instead stopped to watch the battle between the two.

But Jon really couldn't intervene in their battle; there was almost no gap. Jon didn't have the confidence to kill Silva; if Silva wanted to escape, Jon couldn't stop him. If he took action, it would implicate many people. So now, watching was the best option.

Sigmon canceled his transformation after fighting Silva for half a minute. The mask returned to being a gray and white mask without any patterns.

Dodging, 'Flow' defense. Seeing that Sigmon didn't use the Second Apostle, Death's Kiss, he boldly approached for close combat. Once the patterns on Sigmon's mask showed any abnormalities, he would immediately distance himself, cautiously not giving the opponent any chance.

Sigmon was also very annoyed, constantly being kited by this white-haired, purple-clothed man. This pale-skinned guy was extremely cautious, and his attacks were vicious, specializing in vital points, without any hesitation for the lower body.

The white-haired man had a wealth of combat experience and good stamina, and he could actually fight such an Enhancement-type Nen user in close combat without showing any weakness.

From left to right, from front to back, from the ground to the ceiling, every part of the room had become Sigmon and Silva's battlefield. Gravel and broken glass shards splashed everywhere. Although Silva and Sigmon were fighting, they both kept some attention on Jon.

Sigmon didn't know what abilities Jon had, and with Silva holding the line, he didn't dare to attack. Silva had seen the terrifying speed of Silver Chariot and was also wary of Jon. Unconsciously, a stable situation had formed on the battlefield, but Jon was undoubtedly a force that could change the battle.

Jon slowly approached the rabid dog, looking at his comrade who had partnered with him for a few hours. He could no longer see his original gloomy face; now, he could only see a face twisted and deformed by great force. He weakly opened his mouth, as if telling the injustice of life.

Jon looked at him with schadenfreude, and his facial expression fluctuated. It must be said that the rabid dog was very funny now. His mouth was wide open, and a front tooth was missing. His nose was spitting blood bubbles like a goldfish. One eye could only see a slit because his cheek was swollen, and the other eye was staring blankly at the ceiling. Thinking of the rabid dog's pretense before, Jon took great effort to hold back his laughter and quickly walked away.

Jon walked towards the stage's storage room. The entrance to the storage room was behind the stage, and the entrance was very low, requiring him to bend over to enter.

The girl was sitting against the wall, her left hand holding a pistol weakly drooping. Several laps of gauze were wrapped around her abdomen, but blood was still flowing non-stop. It could be seen that the bullet should have entered her abdomen, and a pool of blood had formed under Kavina.

Although Kavina's injury was very serious, Jon was inexplicably attracted to Kavina's chest, his gaze completely drawn to her 'big evil'.

Jon nodded. It was indeed a 'big evil'. No matter how many times he looked…

"Little brother, where are you looking? Hurry up and leave; don't attract the masked man. This sister has no fighting power anymore!" Kavina looked at Jon with a displeased expression.

"So young, why do you keep looking there?"

Jon shyly lowered his head. This must be because Jon was single for too long in his previous life. Jon blamed everything on his previous life. Calming down, he realized that Kavina's wound was not bandaged well; the technique looked amateurish, and blood was still flowing continuously.

Jon used Stone Free's threads to take the bullet out of the wound.

What they didn't know was that the battle on the field had taken another turn. Sigmon ran and jumped, distancing himself from Silva.

"We've been fighting for five minutes, right? Now, everyone who should come here has come. That is to say, this should be the main force Sheryl recruited this time."

Silva raised his eyebrows, wondering what Sigmon was going to say. Sigmon continued, "Sheryl has at most one or two people left by his side, and they shouldn't be particularly strong fighters because it's difficult for him to buy so many powerful bodyguards with his wealth and channels. That is to say, as long as you are dealt with, most of the mission will be completed."

Silva didn't know what Sigmon was going to do and felt very uneasy for no reason.

The mask on Sigmon's face didn't appear, but instead seemed to have changed its material, full of metallic luster, with gold and silver shining together. A suit of armor composed of gold and silver enveloped his entire body.

Jon and Kavina, separated by a wall, felt Sigmon's terrifying aura. The terrifying aura was still rising steadily, and Silva had already jumped far away.

Sigmon's whole body glowed with a golden light like the sun.

"First Apostle, Champion of Justice!"

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