Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Of course Diavolo didn't just jump out with a stupid roar.

His style is more that of a sneaky assassin than a reckless berserker.

In fact, the moment Diavolo jumped out of the shadows, he had already entered his own timeline through the power of the Crimson King.

Even that roar to vent his emotions was only shouted after the time cut was turned on.

At this moment, Polnareff, Giorno and Mista didn't notice Diavolo's presence at all.

Diavolo jumped in front of Giorno and Mista as if there was no one in sight, and then quickly climbed up the stone steps in the precious time, quickly climbing from the ground of the Colosseum. Go up to the second floor where Polnareff is.

Polnareff was sitting at the top of the stairs, next to a thick stone pillar.

Time cutting continues.

Although the journey was not short, Diavolo's agility allowed him to get here in less than 8 seconds.

At this time, Polnareff was exposed to Diavolo without any precautions.

Of course, there is also the insect arrow that he holds tightly in his hand.

It's mine!

Diavolo's red and bloodshot pupils shrank.

The Crimson King then stretched out Qiujie's arm and firmly grasped the arrow shaft with his broad and powerful palm.

At this moment, the time cut ends.

Polnareff didn't react at all.

The phone call that made his dream come true just now, as well as the conversation with Giorno and Mista, caused his attention to be distracted unknowingly.

Although he had already prepared using the blood drop timing method, he failed to pay attention to the inspection at the first time due to mental distraction.

By the time Polnareff noticed that the attack had begun, it was too late.

The evil arm covered with red and white lines was already lying in front of his eyes.

What?

Polnareff's expression changed drastically:

It's Diavolo!

The sudden attack was horrifying.

But as a veteran warrior, he did not panic because of this. Instead, he instinctively wanted to increase the strength in his hands and hold the insect arrow tighter.

However, compared with the infinite strength of the Crimson King, how long can Polnareff, who is now physically disabled, be able to hold on.

It is undoubtedly a fantasy to want to compete with the Crimson King for arrows.

He couldn't even delay it for a second, no, a millisecond:

The Crimson King only exerted a little effort.

That insect arrow was like a goddess that a loser couldn't keep, and ran away with the newcomer without looking back.

arrow!

It has to be said that Polnareff's combat literacy is far better than ordinary people.

The series of shocking changes just happened only in a split second, but he was still able to react decisively after suffering repeated shocks and shocks.

Silver Chariot!

Polnareff summoned his substitute without hesitation.

He wanted to use his last meager strength to change this sudden change.

Silver Chariot looks like a silver-armored knight holding a Western sword, and its stand-in ability is swordsmanship.

It sounds a bit cruel.

Compared with the flashy stand-in abilities of its peers, Silver Chariot is a blank slate in a sense.

It mainly relies on its own miraculous swordsmanship and unrivaled speed to bring the simple action of flat slashing to the extreme.

But it is a pity that Polnareff has lost both legs and his right arm now, and relies on mechanical prosthetics to fill in the missing parts of his body.

In this case, Silver Chariot also became a disabled person with broken arms and legs.

This swordsman, known for his flexibility and agility, could no longer display his amazing speed at this moment.

It can't even walk normally and can only move by jumping.

Hahaha.

Seeing the silver figure rushing towards him in front of him, Diavolo just wanted to laugh:

With such a disabled body, do you still want to take back the insect arrows from my hands?

Useless trash should stay in the garbage dump!

The Crimson King's figure suddenly twisted, like a crimson storm rising from the ground.

It threw the insect arrow it had just captured back to its master behind it with one hand, and made a fist with the other arm, hitting the silver chariot's cheek like a drum.

Diavolo caught the arrow without any doubt.

The Crimson King's fist also hit its target without any suspense.

The silver chariot's facial helmet instantly burst into pieces, and its entire body flew backwards under the tremendous force.

As the real body, Polnareff is naturally not immune.

He spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, and his mangled body fell from the wheelchair, collapsing on the ground without any resistance.

hateful.

Polnareff gritted his teeth stained red with blood and tried hard to climb down from the ground.

However, the Crimson King stepped on his back.

This great warrior who persisted in fighting until the last moment finally lost the power to fight against evil.

Polnareff was forced to lie on the ground, while Diavolo clutched the insect arrow tightly like a victor and said slowly in a bone-chilling voice:

I have always thought since yesterday that the biggest threat to me is that bald man Li Qing.

I didn't expect that it would be you, Polnareff, who was resurrected from the past, who pushed me to the edge in the end.

Sure enough, in the past, no matter how much things were decomposed, they would continue to come out of the ground like earthworms.

It's absolutely disgusting.

There was an irrepressible anger in Diavolo's voice, as well as naked ridicule:

I disappoint you and I am still the winner in the end!

The insect arrow you prepared for years to kill me finally helped me open my way to the top.

Destiny is really interesting, isn't it?

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Polnareff struggled to get up.

But he couldn't resist the power of the Crimson King at all, and finally collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Even so, his eyes still didn't flinch at all:

Diavolo!

Polnareff roared with a bloody voice:

Jotaro will be here soon.

The winner of this battle will not be you, it will only be him!

Yeah?

Diavolo was no longer as anxious and irritable as before.

He carefully played with the insect arrow in his hand and smiled playfully at Polnareff:

You just refused to tell me how to use the arrow, and you refused to give the arrow to those two brats.

Isn't this acknowledgment that the power contained in this arrow is so powerful that even the so-called Jotaro can't compete with it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious.

Polnareff fell silent.

His extremely ugly face indirectly confirmed Diavolo's statement and proved how terrifying the insect arrows were.

The one who wins the insect arrow wins the world, and Diavolo is now the eternal emperor.

So.

Can you cooperate a little and tell me how to use the arrow?

Diavolo asked coldly.

get out!

I would never let a piece of trash like you know how to use it!

Polnareff's eyes were filled with the will to die.

Now the use of arrows is the last hurdle to prevent Diavolo from achieving his goal. Of course, he will not reveal such an important secret just to survive.

Sure enough, it's just as I thought.

It doesn't matter. It's okay if you don't tell me. I'll go back and study it slowly.

At this point, Diavolo has given up on trying to figure out how to use it right away.

He just wants to end today's battle as soon as possible, then hide it with this arrow and study it carefully, and then go out to take revenge after gaining the so-called powerful power.

In that case.

Goodbye, my old friend.

Diavolo glanced coldly, and the Crimson King immediately raised his feet and quickly gathered strength.

boom!

A crisp gunshot.

Controlled by the Sex Pistol, the supersonic bullets drew an arc in the air, flying quickly like precision-guided micro-missiles.

The Crimson King's movements were stagnant.

But it's just a lag.

Diablo didn't even raise his head, and quietly muttered in his mouth like a prophet who predicted the future:

King Crimson, destroy time!

Time was cut off again, this time for just 0.5 seconds.

Then, the artificially guided bullet, which was said to be a sure hit, passed through Diavolo's empty body that was independent of time without any success.

How naive.

Do you think I forgot the existence of you two brats?

Diablo turned his head and looked down at the ground from the second floor:

On the floor tiles of the Colosseum that had gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, the two young men, Giorno and Mista, were clenching their fists and trying to look up at their enemies.

They already have the demeanor of gladiators who regard death as their own.

But the sudden change that happened without warning clearly caught them off guard.

At this moment, Diablo could even use the extremely dim light to clearly see the uncontrollable tremors on Giorno and Mista:

it's useless.

I've seen your little tricks a long time ago!