Chen Li: Save the big head or the little head-pick one! (11,000 words, continued)

"Make your Stand's body lighter, then fence faster!"

"..."

"Not only that, the sword in my Stand's hand can be fired out too!"

"And if you can't get it back, you're done for, right?"

"...That's beside the point. Who said my Stand didn't have any special abilities?"

"...Go play with the Requiem Arrow somewhere else."

"Oh."

Polnareff still yielded.

The more Polnareff talked about it, the more he felt that his Stand's ability really did seem rather plain.

Since Avdol had not died for Polnareff, Polnareff no longer clung to thoughts like, Why wasn't I the one who died back then...? Thus, Silver Chariot Requiem's abilities might differ somewhat. But no matter what, it would still be better than being called the Mysterious Sword-Fighting Man.

No one would have imagined that a Stand User's ability could truly be this plain and unadorned.

In the original timeline, Diavolo had waited until his death and still never seen Polnareff's imagined ultimate move!

Oh, no, Diavolo couldn't die. Never mind, then.

Hopefully Silver Chariot Requiem's ability would not just be super-fast fencing.

Because he had become friends with Polnareff, Chen Li could use Polnareff's Stand as well. Right now, Chen Li was even more anxious than Polnareff.

How could a Stand's Stand ability have no abilities at all?!

Other than a sword, it had nothing!

And its swordsmanship had been trained by itself!

"Chen Li, your Two-Faced Emperor is here." Sparkle suddenly appeared and tossed a figure lying on the ground before Chen Li.

"Great!" Chen Li's eyes lit up. He immediately threw a punch at Two-Faced Emperor Diavolo's face.

Diavolo's body was covered in patterns glowing white, and he instantly turned into a jigsaw puzzle. Yet Chen Li did not seem particularly happy.

"What's wrong? Did you run into some trouble? Tell