Chapter 208 Seizing the Arrow
Of course, Diablo didn't just jump out roaring .
His style is more like that of a stealthy assassin than a reckless berserker.
In fact, the moment he jumped out of the shadow, Diablo had already entered his own timeline with the power of the Crimson King.
Even the roar that was to vent his emotions was only shouted out after the opening of the time cut.
At this moment, Polnareff, Giorno and Mista, they didn't notice Diavolo's existence at all.
Diavolo leaped past Giorno and Mista as if he were no one around, and then quickly climbed up the stone steps in the precious time, quickly climbing from the ground of the Colosseum to the second floor where Polnareff was.
Polnareff was sitting at the top of the stairs, next to a thick stone pillar.
The time cutting continues.
Although the journey was not short, Diablo's agility allowed him to get here in less than 8 seconds.
At this moment, Polnareff was completely exposed to Diablo .
Of course, there was also the insect arrow that he was holding tightly in his hand.
"It's mine!"
Diablo's bloodshot pupils shrank.
The Crimson King then stretched out his gnarled arms and firmly grasped the arrow shaft with his broad, powerful palms.
At this moment, the time cut ends.
Polnareff didn't react at all.
The phone call that just made his dream come true, as well as the conversations with Giorno and Mista, had distracted his attention without him noticing.
Although he had already prepared using the blood-drop timing method, he was distracted and failed to check it immediately.
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 before his eyes.
"What?"
Polnareff's expression changed drastically:
"It's Diablo!"
The sudden attack was horrifying.
But as a warrior who had experienced many battles, he did not panic. Instead, he instinctively wanted to increase the strength in his hand and hold the insect arrow tighter.
However, compared to the powerful Crimson King, how long can the disabled Polnareff last?
Wanting to wrestle the arrow from the Crimson King is undoubtedly wishful thinking.
He couldn't even delay for a second, no, not even a millisecond:
The Crimson King only exerted a little strength...
That insect arrow was like a goddess that the loser couldn't keep, and it ran away with the newcomer without looking back.
"arrow!"
It has to be said that Polnareff's combat skills are far superior to those of ordinary people.
The series of shocking changes just now happened in just a moment, but he was still able to react decisively after suffering a series of shocks and blows.
"Silver Chariot!"
Polnareff summoned his Stand without hesitation.
He wanted to use his last bit of meager strength to change this sudden change of situation.
Silver Chariot, appears as a knight in silver armor holding a rapier, and his stand ability is... swordsmanship.
It sounds a bit cruel...
Compared to the fancy stand abilities of its peers, Silver Chariot is, in a sense, a blank slate.
It mainly relies on its own superb swordsmanship and unparalleled speed to bring the simple action of "plain slashing" to the extreme.
But unfortunately, Polnareff has lost both legs and his right arm, and relies entirely on mechanical prosthetics to fill the gaps in his body.
In this situation, the Silver Chariot also became a disabled person with broken limbs.
This sword master, who was known for his agility and swiftness, could no longer display his amazing speed at this moment.
It couldn't even walk normally and could only move by jumping.
"Hahaha."
Seeing the silver figure trying to pounce on him, Diablo just wanted to laugh:
"With such a crippled body, you still want to take back the insect arrow from me?"
"Useless trash should stay in the garbage dump!"
The Crimson King's body suddenly twisted, like a crimson storm rising from the ground.
With one hand, it threw the insect arrow it had just seized back to its owner behind it, and with the other arm, it clenched its fist and smashed it heavily on the face of the silver chariot 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 pieces, and the entire body flew backwards under this huge force.
Polnareff, as the original body, was naturally not immune.
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and his mutilated body fell off the wheelchair, collapsing on the ground without any resistance.
"hateful."
Polnareff gnashed his blood-stained teeth and tried hard to climb down from the ground.
However, the Crimson King stepped on his back.
This great warrior who fought till the very last moment ultimately lost the power to fight against evil.
Polnareff was forced to lie on the ground, while Diablo held the insect arrow tightly like a victor and spoke slowly in a bone-chilling cold voice:
"Since yesterday, I have always believed that the biggest threat to me is that bald guy Li Qing."
"But I never expected that the one who pushed me into despair in the end would be you, Polnareff, the guy who was resurrected from the 'past'."
"Sure enough, in the past, no matter how much these things were decomposed, they would continue to come out of the ground like earthworms."
“It’s absolutely disgusting.”
There was an irrepressible anger in Diablo's voice, as well as naked sarcasm:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you...I'm still the final winner!"
"This insect arrow that you prepared for years to kill me ended up helping me pave the way to the top."
"Fate is really interesting, isn't it?"
“…”
Polnareff struggled to get up.
But he was unable to resist the power of the Crimson King, and finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly.
Even so, his eyes still did not flinch at all:
"Diabolo!"
Polnareff screamed with a bloody voice:
"Jotaro will be here soon."
"The winner of this battle will not be you, but him!"
"Yeah?"
Diablo was no longer as anxious and irritable as before.
He carefully played with the insect arrow in his hand and smiled at Polnareff playfully:
"You just refused to tell me how to use the arrows, and you refused to hand them over to those two little devils."
"Isn't this a tacit admission that the power contained in this arrow is so strong that even that so-called Jotaro can't resist it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious."
Polnareff fell silent.
His extremely ugly expression indirectly confirmed what Diablo said, proving the horror of insect arrows.
Whoever gets the insect arrow will get the world, and Diablo is now the eternal emperor.
"So…"
"Can you cooperate a little and tell me how to use the arrow?"
Diablo asked coldly.
"Go away!"
"I'll never let a piece of trash like you learn how to use it!"
Polnareff's eyes were filled with the determination to die.
Now the use of arrows is the last hurdle to prevent Diablo from achieving his goal. He certainly won't reveal such an important secret just to survive.
"Sure enough, it's just as I thought."
"It's okay. You don't have to tell me. I'll go back and study it slowly."
At this point, Diablo had given up on figuring out how to use it right away.
All he wanted now was to end today's battle as quickly as possible, then hide away with the arrow and study it carefully, and then come out to take revenge after obtaining the so-called powerful force.
"In that case..."
"Goodbye, my old friend."
Diablo gave him a cold glance, and the Crimson King immediately raised his feet and quickly gathered strength.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out.
The supersonic bullet drew an arc in the air under the control of the sexy pistol, flying as fast as a precision-guided micro missile.
The Crimson King's movements paused.
But it was just a stagnation.
Without even raising his head, Diablo silently muttered to himself as if he knew the future:
"Crimson King, erase time!"
Time was cut again, this time just for a brief 0.5 seconds.
Then, the "artificially guided" bullet, which was sure to hit the target, passed through Diablo's "empty" body that was independent of time without any success.
"How naive..."
"Did you think I forgot about the existence of you two little brats?"
Diablo turned his head and looked down at the ground from the second floor:
On the weathered tiles of the Colosseum, two young men, Giorno and Mista, were clenching their fists and trying to look up at their enemies.
They already have the courage of gladiators to face death head-on.
But the sudden change that just happened without any warning obviously caught them off guard.
At this moment, Diavolo could even see the uncontrollable trembling of Giorno and Mista in the extremely dim light:
"it's useless."
"I've seen through your little tricks!"
