It's not surprising to see pink-haired middle-aged people, after all, there are people of all hair colors in this world.

It's not surprising to see middle-aged people wearing black silk see-through tights, after all, these days they are free to dress, and there are perverts who wear anything.

But outside the Colosseum, where Polunarev fought, it was worth caring for to see such a sneaky and mysterious fellow.

And this guy doesn't know if he's in a trance, or if he's just busy with something...

Jotaro walked five meters to his side before he finally noticed Jotaro's presence.

Then, Jotaro looked calmly and directly, and the pink-haired middle-aged man turned his head to look back.

As soon as the eyes of the two sides met...

The pink-haired and black-haired middle-aged man's gaze immediately shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.

"You..."

"Know me?"

Jotaro took another step forward.

The pink-haired middle-aged man, that is, Diablo, his face changed at a speed visible to the naked eye:

"I... I don't know. ”

"It's—it's just that your expression is a little scary, so..."

"Oh..."

The hostility surging in Jotaro's eyes suddenly eased.

It's as if he only regarded Diablo in front of him as an ordinary passerby, and he didn't doubt it at all.

Then, the next second...

"Platinum Star!"

The burly figure behind Jotaro flashed out.

"The Crimson King!"

Diablo's heart trembled, and he did his best to summon a stand-in to deal with it.

However, he was still a little slow after all.

Jotaro Kujo, who rushed here with monstrous anger, was a step faster than him in terms of movements, and a hundred times better than him in terms of fighting spirit.

Before the Crimson King could stabilize his body, Platinum Star had already activated its stand-in ability:

"The World!"

Time, standing still.

This time it's really still, and it's not like time is slowing down because of the commentary.

Diablo's panicked expression, the Scarlet King's unsteady figure, were frozen in this sudden stillness of time.

This is the ability of the platinum star, time stops.

Jotaro Kujo at his peak state can make time stand still for up to 5 seconds.

But in recent years, Jotaro has been busy getting married, having children, going on to study for a doctorate, helping his grandfather find illegitimate children, and observing starfish outside for his doctoral dissertation.

After so many years of no actual combat training, the ability of Platinum Star to stop from time to time gradually dropped from 5 seconds to 2 seconds.

At this moment, Jotaro can only stand still for 2 seconds.

But that's enough.

Because of Diablo's previous "distraction", Jotaro had already approached 5 meters around him.

With a short distance of five meters, two seconds is more than enough.

Second 1:

Jotaro stepped forward with a leap, like a tiger out of a stream.

The platinum star then soared into the air and landed in front of Diablo in one step:

"Do you think I won't be able to hear your voice?"

"Will anyone who harmed my companions be forgotten by me?"

"I still remember that phone call, the voice you shouted in front of my best friend.... Diablo! ”

Jotaro's extremely suppressed anger erupted at this moment.

But Diablo didn't know anything about it, his consciousness was already frozen in this still time.

Second 2:

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

“.......”

The storm suddenly dawned, and the phantom flashed.

In just a second, I didn't know that the platinum star threw hundreds of thousands of punches at Diablo.

The terrifying power of the fist continued to accumulate in the fragile flesh in the still time.

It's like a big river that has broken its flow.

The vast torrent that is enough to destroy everything is constantly accumulating and accumulating under the obstruction of the "dam" of time.

As long as this floodgate is opened, the flood will be poured out for thousands of miles.

Finally, the time stop is over.

Diablo didn't even realize what had just happened.

His body seemed to be stuffed with 10,000 bombs, and it began to explode wildly in the tsunami-like punch.

Bones shattered, skin shattered, blood spilled out.

Diablo's body was like a shredded paper bag blown away by a tenth-level typhoon, and it suddenly flew backwards and out.

However, he didn't even have time to fly out upside down...

The platinum star pushed his broken body down from mid-air, dragged Diablo back from the upside-down flight, and dragged him back to himself and Jotaro Kujo:

And then...

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola!"

The Crimson King was nearby, watching his master being beaten like a punching bag.

It's not that it's weak, it's because his master, Diablo, is now beaten to the point that he can't even come back to his senses.

The incessant thump flooded it out, and unspeakable pain rushed over his brain, leaving him so confused that he couldn't even give a valid command.

But Diablo is still Diablo in the end.

He is afraid of death, afraid of the depths of his soul, and there is no shame in saying this.

As a king, he was unwilling to die in shame in defeat like this.

This fear of death allowed Diablo to finally find the last shred of clarity in this endless pain:

"Crimson, Red, Of, King—"

"Cut through time!"

Click.

Jotaro's spirit was in a trance.

He only felt that the image in front of him flashed...

Diablo and the Crimson King were gone, leaving only the Platinum Star frantically punching into the air.

And I don't know how long this wave lasted, and when Jotaro's consciousness recovered, he felt a little tired.

"It's obviously only for a moment, but the platinum star is as tired as if he has punched for more than ten seconds in a row."

"And that guy disappeared silently."

"Is this the so-called time cut?"

Jotaro's face changed slightly.

He didn't know anything about Diablo's stand-in ability beforehand, and Polunarev mentioned it in his "last words" on the phone not long ago.

Now that he has experienced the power of time slashing with his own eyes, Jotaro can't help but be wary of such a tricky ability:

Although it may not be as good as stopping.

But if you let the other party take the lead, there is no doubt that you can't stop the other party's time cut.

"Diablo..."

Jotaro silently recited Diablo's name.

He looked around with a strong vigilance and a strong killing intent, but he still couldn't find the enemy.

Only a mottled trail of blood was left on the ground.

In the distance, the sound of stumbling footsteps could still be heard in the streets.

"Did you flee in that direction?"

Jotaro frowned slightly:

Although he is confident that he will defeat that Diablo head-on, there is no guarantee that he will be able to keep him.

After all, if Diablo could continue to use the Time Slash, even the Platinum Star would not be able to stop the enemy from escaping during the time it was removed.

“......”

Jotaro was silent.

He first looked in the direction where Nadiablo seemed to be fleeing, and then turned his head to look at the ancient Colosseum standing in front of him:

The Colosseum was steaming and the flames were dimming.

The atmosphere was incomparably calm, however, there was still a faint murmur of pain in the darkness.

"Polunarev..."

Jotaro couldn't help but think of his best friend again:

"Are you still alive?"

Most of his comrades-in-arms died in the battle of Egypt more than ten years ago, and only his grandfather and Polunarev survived.

Jotaro knew in his heart that he couldn't afford to lose another friend.

If Polunarev was still alive and seriously injured, then he would have to hurry to his friend's side to rescue him.

Thinking of this, he finally made a decision.

Jotaro turned around and took one last look in the direction in which Diablo might have fled.

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and stepped into the Colosseum, which had become calm.

It's over.

Jotaro disappeared into the shadow of the Colosseum.

And behind him, at his feet, which he hadn't paid attention to before...

Under a closed manhole cover, a faint breath was whispering.

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