Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 208: Capture the arrow

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, neither Polnareff nor Giorno nor Mista noticed Diavolo's presence at all.

Diavolo just jumped in front of Giorno and Mista as if he was in a deserted place, and then quickly climbed up the stone steps in the precious time, and walked out from the Colosseum. The ground quickly climbed up to the second floor where Polnareff was.

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!"

Diablo'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 did not react at all.

The phone call that made his dream come true, 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 him.

"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 hand 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 to win the arrow.

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

The Crimson King just used a little strength

That insect arrow was like a god, following the newcomer without looking back.

"Arrow!"

It must 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.

The 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 fancy stand-in abilities of its peers, Silver Chariot is a blank slate in a sense.

It mainly relies on its own miraculous swordsmanship and unparalleled 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, can no longer display his amazing speed at this moment.

Even, it cannot 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 waste should stay in the garbage dump!"

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

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

Diablo 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 scarlet blood, and his damaged body fell from the wheelchair, collapsing on the ground without any resistance.

"Damn it."

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 never expected that it would be you, Polnareff, who was resurrected from the past, who pushed me to the edge in the end."

"Sure enough, no matter how much things like this are decomposed in the past, they will continue to emerge from the ground like earthworms."

"It's absolutely disgusting."

There was an irrepressible anger and naked ridicule in Diavolo's voice:

"Even if I disappoint you, I will still be the winner in the end!"

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

"Destiny is really interesting, isn't it?"

""

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 did not flinch:

"Diablo!"

Polnareff roared in a **** voice:

"Jotaro will be arriving soon."

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

"Really?"

Diablo 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? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious."

Polnareff fell silent.

His extremely ugly face indirectly confirmed Diavolo's statement and proved the terror of insect arrows.

Whoever gets the insect arrows wins the world, and Diavolo is now the eternal emperor.

"So"

"Can you cooperate a little and tell me how to use arrows?"

Diablo asked coldly.

"Go away!"

"I will never let 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, you don't have to 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.

Now 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.

"That's the case"

"Goodbye, my old friend."

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

Bang!

A crisp gunshot.

The supersonic bullets drew an arc in the air under the control of the Sex Pistol, flying quickly like precision-guided micro-missiles.

The Crimson King's movements stagnated.

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:

"Crimson King, destroy time!"

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

Then, the "artificially guided" bullet, which was a sure hit, passed through Diavolo's "nothingness" 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!"

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