Diablo certainly didn't jump out of a stupid roar.

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

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

Even that cathartic roar was shouted after it was turned on.

At this moment, whether it was Polunarev, Giorunor and Misda, they didn't even notice Diablo's presence.

In this way, Diablo leaped in front of Giorno and Misda as if no one was there, and then quickly climbed the stone steps in the precious time to climb from the floor of the Colosseum to the second floor where Polunarev was.

Polunarev sat at the top of the staircase, next to a thick stone pillar.

The time cut continues.

It wasn't a short journey, but Diablo's agility allowed him to get there in less than eight seconds.

At this time, Porunarev was already unguarded in front of Diablo's eyes.

And, of course, the worm arrow he clutched in his hand.

"It's mine!"

Diablo's red, bloodshot pupils shrank.

The Crimson King then reached out for his knotted arm and grasped the shaft of the arrow firmly with his broad, powerful palm.

At this moment, the time cut is over.

Polunarev did not react at all.

The phone call that had made his dream come true, and the conversation with Giorno and Misda, had distracted him unconsciously.

Although he had prepared for the blood drip method for a long time, he was unable to pay attention to the examination in the first place due to mental distraction.

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

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

"What?"

Polunarev's face changed drastically:

"It's Diablo!"

The sudden attack was horrifying.

But as a battle-hardened warrior, he didn't panic because of this, but instinctively wanted to increase the strength in his hand, wanting to hold the worm arrow tighter.

However, compared to the immensely powerful Crimson King, how long could the crippled Polunarev hold out.

Wanting to wrestle with the Crimson King for arrows is undoubtedly whimsical.

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

The Crimson King only exerts a little bit of force...

The insect arrow was like a goddess who couldn't keep the dick, and ran away with the newcomer without looking back.

"Arrows!"

It has to be said that Porunarev's combat quality is far superior to that of ordinary people.

The series of shocks just now only happened in a moment, but he was still able to react decisively after being frightened and struck a succession.

"Silver Chariot!"

Polunarev did not hesitate to summon his own stand-in.

He wanted to change the situation with his last modest strength.

A silver chariot with the appearance of a silver armored knight holding a Western sword, and a stand-in ability... Swordplay.

It's a bit brutal to say...

Compared to the bells and whistles of its peers, the silver chariot is in a sense a tabula rasa.

It mainly relies on its own amazing swordsmanship and unrivaled speed to bring the simple action of "flat slash" to the extreme.

But unfortunately, Polunarev has lost both legs and his right arm, and relies on mechanical prosthetics to fill in the mutilation.

In this case, the silver chariot also became a disabled manipulator.

This master of swordsmanship, known for his agility and swiftness, could no longer display his incredible speed.

Even, it can't walk normally, and its movement can only rely on fluttering.

"Hahaha."

Seeing the silver figure in front of him who was trying to pounce on him, Diablo just wanted to laugh:

"With such a crippled body, do you also want to take back the worm arrow from me?"

"Useless waste should be left in the garbage heap!"

The Crimson King's body twisted suddenly, like a crimson storm on the ground.

With one hand, it threw the arrow it had just captured back to its owner behind it, and with the other it clenched into a fist, slamming it into the cheek of the silver chariot like a drum.

Diablo caught the arrow without hesitation.

And the Crimson King's fist also hit his target without any suspense.

The face helmet of the silver chariot instantly burst into slag, and its entire body flew backwards under this tremendous force.

Naturally, Porunarev as the ontology was not spared.

He spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his mutilated body toppled out of his wheelchair, slumping to the ground without resistance.

"But... Evil. ”

Polunarev gritted his blood-stained teeth and struggled to climb off the ground.

However, the Scarlet King had a foot on his back.

This great warrior who insisted on fighting until the last moment has lost the power to fight evil after all.

Polunarev was forced to lie on the ground, but Diablo clutched the worm arrow like a victor, and said slowly in a cold voice:

"I've always thought since yesterday that the biggest threat to me is Li Qing's bald man."

"I didn't expect that in the end, it would be you, Polunarev, you guy who has been resurrected from the 'past'."

"Sure enough, in the past, no matter how much they decomposed, they would keep coming out of the ground like earthworms."

"It's disgusting."

There was an irrepressible anger in Diablo's voice, as well as a naked mockery:

"I've let you down... The final victor is still me! ”

"The worm arrow you prepared to kill me for years ended up helping me forge my path to the top."

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

“.......”

Polunarev struggled to get up.

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

Even so, his eyes still didn't flinch:

"Diablo!"

Polunarev roared in a bloody voice:

"Jotaro is coming soon."

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

"Really?"

Diablo was less anxious and irritable than before.

He carefully played with the worm arrow in his hand, and smiled playfully at Polunarev:

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

"Isn't this just a tacit acquiescence, the power contained in this arrow is so strong that even the so-called Jotaro can't compete with it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious. ”

Polunarev fell silent.

His extremely ugly face indirectly confirmed Diablo's statement and proved that the worm arrow was terrible.

Whoever gets worms and arrows wins the world, and Diablo is now the eternal emperor.

"So..."

"Can you be a little more cooperative, and tell me how to use the arrow?"

Diablo asked coldly.

"Get out!"

"I'll never let your kind of garbage know how to use it!"

Polunarev's gaze was full of death.

The use of arrows now is the final hurdle to stop Diablo from achieving his goal, and he certainly wouldn't tell such an important secret in order to survive himself.

"Sure enough, it was exactly what I thought."

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

By now, Diablo had given up on his plans to figure out how to use it right away.

He just wanted to end today's battle as soon as possible, and then take this arrow and hide it carefully, and wait until he gained that so-called great power before going out to the mountain to retaliate.

"In that case..."

"Goodbye, my old friend."

Diablo gave him a cold glance, and the Crimson King immediately raised the soles of his feet and quickly gathered strength.

Bang!

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Supersonic bullets arc through the air under the control of sexy pistols, flying like precision-guided miniature missiles.

The Scarlet King's actions are sluggish.

But that's just a stagnant.

Diablo did not raise his head, but said softly in his mouth like a prophet of the future:

"Scarlet King, cut time!"

Time was cut out again, this time just a short 0.5 seconds.

Then, the "artificially guided" bullet, which can be called a must, passed through Diablo's "nothingness" body independent of time without any achievements.

"What a naivety..."

"Do you think I've forgotten the existence of you two imps?"

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

On the millennial tiles of the Colosseum, two young men, Giorno and Misda, were clenching their fists and trying to look up at their enemies.

They already have the demeanor of gladiators.

But the shocking change that happened without warning just now obviously caught them a little off guard.

At this moment, Diablo could even see the uncontrollable tremor on Giorno and Misda through the extremely dim light:

"It's useless."

"Your little tricks have long been 'seen' by me!"

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