One Piece's Bizzare Adventure - Chapter 19
Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.
If Jon and Prosciutto swapped roles, he believed that Prosciutto would do the same.
With the death of the master, ‘The Grateful Dead dispersed in an instant.
Polnareff, despite his severe injuries, managed to hold up his body and gestured a thumbs-up to Jon. “Impressive, as expected of my dear friend!”
Jon waved his hand. “Enough talking for now. Let’s talk after the battle.”
“OK!” Polnareff didn’t waste words and decisively withdrew.
He trusted Jon, just as Jon trusted himself.
A few minutes later, Ghiaccio and Risotto Nero caught up, and at a glance, saw Prosciutto’s body.
“Prosciutto!”
Ghiaccio’s eyes instantly turned red.
Risotto Nero gritted his teeth, the killing intent in his heart growing thicker.
Illuso, Prosciutto.
Within a short period of time, two members of their Hitman Team had been taken out.
This disgrace must be washed away with blood!
“I told you, your companions would die.”
Jon chuckled lightly.
“You bastard, I’ll kill you!”
Ghiaccio roared, slashing fiercely with his ice blade.
Jon calmly stepped back.
“Swish.”
The ice blade cut nothing but thin air.
Risotto Nero frowned.
Attacks that missed were meaningless.
He couldn’t allow the opponent to keep dodging; he had to come up with a solution.
“Where are you? Show yourself!”
A missed strike, and Ghiaccio, who put himself within the White Album, was furious.
Face me head-on!
What was the point of dodging around!
If Jon heard Ghiaccio’s thoughts, he would surely disdainfully sneer.
Dodging around wasn’t skill?
That was called tactics, you know!
Just as Risotto Nero was thinking, Jon, like a ghost, stepped out of the ‘Inner World’ and threw a punch at the enemy’s neck.
The ‘White Album’ was as hard as iron, with its only weakness being the exhaust port hidden at the back of Ghiaccio’s neck.
Ghiaccio suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Without thinking, he covered the back of his neck with both hands.
Boom!
Ice shards scattered everywhere.
Ghiaccio was directly sent flying by the force of the blow!
However, there was no hint of joy on Jon’s face.
He clearly saw that Ghiaccio had protected his vital spot at the last moment.
Come to think of it, the ‘White Album’ was really tough.
Although he didn’t stack buffs with that punch just now, the power boost from Ripple breathing was not something an ordinary person can handle.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Suddenly, Jon’s peripheral vision caught several knives flying towards him.
Risotto Nero smirked.
Gotcha!
“Color of Arms Haki-enhanced Tekkai.”
Noticing the danger in advance thanks to Color of Observation Haki, Jon instinctively used Color of Arms Haki around his body, easily blocking Risotto Nero’s sneak attack.
Turning around, he looked at the sinister-looking leader of the Hitman Team. “Too bad, just a little bit off.”
Risotto Nero sneered.
“Take a look under your feet.”
Huh?
Jon looked down.
Before he realized it, the knives earlier had turned into viscous liquid, sticking to the soles of his shoes.
In the blink of an eye, a fierce wind rose from behind!
“Die!”
Ghiaccio exerted all his strength to slash a sword, hitting Jon squarely on the back of his head!
Gotcha!
Ghiaccio and Risotto Nero were convinced that they had won.
The next moment, they were dumbfounded.
The ice blade that struck Jon’s head actually shattered!
“Done playing?”
Jon shook his head, shaking off the shattered ice from his hair.
Ghiaccio staggered back three steps, almost tripping over the ice blade under his feet.
Monster!
Stands’ strength indeed varied, but Stand Users’ strength was still within the realm of humans.
But Jon?
He was clearly a superhuman!
His physical strength was absolutely insane, damn, it was beyond insane—completely off the charts!
Risotto Nero almost instinctively controlled the iron liquid at the enemy’s feet to transform it back into knives and shoot towards Jon’s face.
Relying on his powerful reflexes, Jon transferred the Color of Arms Haki from the back of his head to his teeth and chomped down the knives.
“Crack!”
The iron knives were easily bitten through, breaking into several pieces.
Ghiaccio and Risotto Nero: “….Retreat!”
To do what was known to be impossible was what warriors did.
But Risotto Nero and Ghiaccio didn’t want to be warriors.
They just wanted to live!
Jon narrowed his eyes.
Thinking of leaving?
It was not going to be that easy!
We weren’t done yet!
“Color of Arms Haki and Overdrive-enhanced Soru!”
Jon primarily used Shigan and Tekkai among all Rokushiki techniques, but that didn’t mean he was not skilled in the other four techniques.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Risotto Nero and Ghiaccio’s path of retreat, staring at them with a smirk.
“I’ll take you both on!”
A man still had his pride.
Seeing the enemy relentless, Ghiaccio also got serious.
He was willing to take the risk. He didn’t mind dying if he could at least take down Jon with him!
Ignoring Risotto Nero by his side, Ghiaccio didn’t hesitate and swung hard.
The ‘White Album’ emitted waves of cold air, drastically lowering the temperature around!
You know, this move was quite effective.
Although Jon’s physical defense was top-notch, his magic resistance was almost zero, causing him to shiver.
At that moment, a red light suddenly illuminated the entire abandoned factory!
Ghiaccio was shocked.
“Who’s there!”
Jon, seemingly sensing something, lifted his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
The chill gradually subsided.
A burly man walked closer.
Risotto Nero and Ghiaccio simultaneously felt a bad premonition.
Only Jon looked relaxed and called out the man’s name.
“Avdol.”
“YES I AM!”
Avdol thumbs-down, striking a very peculiar pose.
Looking at the Hitman duo who were on high alert, he said to Jon, “I’ve sent a telegram to Mr. Joestar. Because I was worried about you and Polnareff, I rushed back. It seems my decision was correct.”
“Of course, as always you’re so reliable.”
Jon pointed to Risotto Nero and Ghiaccio across from him.
“They’re Hitmen sent by the Passione. Polnareff has suffered greatly because of them, and we cannot let them go.”
At his words, Avdol’s expression darkened, and a semi-humanoid firebird suddenly appeared.
It was his Stand, the ‘Magician’s Red’!
“Damn it!”
Ghiaccio’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat.
A flame-type Stand was the nemesis of the ‘White Album’!
Without the ability to control temperature, he could only take a beating.
Risotto Nero remained silent, quietly calculating the distance between the two sides.
Meeting his gaze, Jon smiled, “Don’t bother wasting your energy. We won’t enter your firing range.”
Why engaged in close combat when you could wear them down from a distance?
With Avdol here, Ghiaccio’s ‘White Album’ was severely weakened, hardly a threat.
As for Risotto Nero…
Jon was confident he could toy around with him.
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