Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 209 Capture the Arrow
Of course Diablo didn't just jump out with a roar.

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

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

Even the angry roar that vented his emotions was only shouted after the time was turned on.

At this moment, Polnareff, Giorno and Mista didn't even notice Diablo's existence.

In this way, Diablo jumped past Giorno and Mista in front of Giorno and Mista, and then quickly climbed up the stone steps in the precious time, and quickly climbed up from the ground of the Colosseum. Go up to the second floor where Polnareff is.

Polnareff was sitting at the foot of the stairs, next to a massive stone pillar.

Time cutting continues.

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

At this time, Polnareff was exposed in front of Diablo without any precautions.

Of course, there was also the worm arrow tightly in his hand.

"It's mine!"

Diablo's red and bloodshot pupils shrank.

The Crimson King stretched out his gnarled arm, and firmly held the arrow shaft with his broad and powerful palm.

At this moment, the time cut is over.

Polnareff didn't react at all.

The phone call that made his dream come true, as well as the conversation with Giorno and Mista, distracted his attention unconsciously.

Although he had already made preparations with the blood drop timing method, because of his mental distraction, he failed to pay attention to the inspection at the first time.

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

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

"what?"

Polnareff's expression changed dramatically:
"It's Diablo!"

The sudden attack was horrifying.

But as a warrior who has experienced many battles, he did not panic because of this, but instinctively wanted to increase the strength in his hand, and wanted to hold the worm arrow tighter.

However, compared with the powerful Crimson King, how long can Polnareff, who is now physically disabled, last.

It is undoubtedly whimsical to wrestle with the Crimson King for the arrow.

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

The Crimson King only exerted a little effort.
That worm arrow was like a goddess who couldn't be kept by a dick, and ran away with the newcomer without looking back.

"arrow!"

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

The series of shocking changes just happened in an instant, but he was still able to respond decisively after suffering repeated shocks and shocks.

"Silver chariot!"

Polnareff called out his substitute without hesitation.

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

The silver chariot has the appearance of a silver armored knight holding a Western sword, and the stand-in ability is swordsmanship.

It sounds a little cruel.
Compared with the flashy substitute abilities of its peers, the silver chariot is a blank slate in a sense.

It mainly relies on its own amazing swordsmanship and unrivaled speed to maximize the simple action of "flat cut".

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

In this case, the silver chariot also became a disabled person with severed arms and legs.

This master swordsman, known for his agility and quickness, could no longer display his astonishing speed at this moment.

Even, it can't walk normally, it can only move by fluttering.

"Hahaha."

Seeing the silver figure trying to pounce towards him in front of him, Diablo just wanted to laugh:
"With such a crippled body, do you want to take back the bug arrow from me?"

"Useless waste should be kept in the garbage dump!"

The Crimson King suddenly turned around, like a crimson storm rising from the ground.

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

Diablo caught the arrow without any suspense.

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

The face helmet of the silver chariot instantly shattered into slag, and the whole body flew backwards under this huge force.

Polnareff as the main body was naturally not immune.

He suddenly spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, his mutilated body overturned from the wheelchair, and collapsed on the ground without any resistance.

"hateful."

Polnareff gritted his blood-stained teeth and tried hard to get off the ground.

However, the Crimson King stepped on his back.

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

Polnareff was forced to lie on the ground, while Diablo was holding the insect arrow tightly like a victor, and said slowly in a icy cold voice:

"I've been thinking since yesterday that the biggest threat to hinder me is that bald man Li Qing."

"I didn't expect that it would be you, Polnareff, who was resurrected from the 'past'."

"Sure enough, in the past, no matter how they were decomposed, they would continue to emerge from the ground like earthworms."

"It's really disgusting."

There was an uncontrollable anger in Diablo's voice, as well as naked sarcasm:

"I let you down and the final winner is still me!"

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

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

"."

Polnareff struggled to get up.

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

Even so, his eyes still did not flinch in the slightest:

"Diablo!"

Polnareff roared in a bloody voice:
"Jotaro will be here soon."

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

"is it?"

Instead, Diablo was no longer as anxious and irritable as before.

He carefully played with the worm arrow in his hand, and smiled playfully at Polnareff:
"Just now you refused to tell me how to use the arrow, and you also refused to give the arrow to those two brats."

"Isn't this a tacit consent that the power contained in this arrow is so powerful that even the so-called Jotaro can't resist? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious."

Polnareff fell silent.

His extremely ugly face indirectly confirmed Diablo's statement, proving the horror of Worm Arrow.

The one who wins the worm arrow wins the world, Diablo is now the eternal emperor.

"So."

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

Diablo asked coldly.

"get out!"

"I'll never let a piece of crap like you know how to use it!"

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

Now the usage of the arrow is the last hurdle to prevent Diablo from achieving his goal. Of course, he will not tell such an important secret for his own survival.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I thought."

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

By now, Diablo had given up on his plan to learn how to use it immediately.

Now he just wants to end today's battle as soon as possible, and then take this arrow and hide it to study carefully, and wait for the so-called powerful force to come out to take revenge.

"In that case."

"Goodbye, my old friend."

Diablo glanced coldly, and the Crimson King immediately raised the soles of his feet, quickly accumulating strength.

boom!
There was a crisp gunshot.

Under the control of the sexy pistol, the supersonic bullet draws an arc in the air, flying towards it like a precision-guided miniature missile.

The Crimson King's movements froze.

But it's just a stagnation.

Diablo didn't even raise his head, and quietly muttered in his mouth like a prophet:
"King Crimson, cut time!"

The time was cut again, this time only for such a short 0.5 seconds.

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

"It's so naive."

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

Diablo turned his head away, looking down from the second floor to the ground:
On the floor tiles of the Colosseum that have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, two young men, Giorno and Mista, are clenching their fists, trying to look up at their enemies.

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

But the shocking change that happened without warning just now caught them by surprise.

At this moment, Diablo could even see the uncontrollable trembling of Giorno and Mista through the extremely dim light:
"It's useless."

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

(End of this chapter)