"I really feel like this move could steamroll the entire third season."
Seeing Hol Horse's horrified expression, Fang Mo sighed helplessly. "Why did you have to reach out and catch what I threw? Aren't you afraid I might've thrown you a lump of shit?"
"Who the hell throws shit?"
Hol Horse retorted instinctively, but before long, blood began spraying from his palm. "It hurts... What the hell is this Ghost-level thing?!"
As he spoke, Hol Horse instinctively shook his hand twice, seemingly trying to fling it off. However, the golden slime was completely unaffected, slowly yet relentlessly gnawing away at the flesh in his palm.
"You've heard of someone named Rappaso, right?"
Seeing this, Fang Mo explained, "That thing on your hand is his Stand, Yellow Temperance. It's an amorphous slime that can devour living flesh. Fire, ice, blades, bullets—none of them can deal with it."
"What?! Rappaso?!"
Hol Horse had clearly heard the name before. "Wasn't he a Stand User sent by Enya to ambush you? Don't tell me he betrayed..."
"Oh, not exactly."
Fang Mo shook his head. "Rappaso has already been completely defeated. I merely used magic to take his Stand from him. It just happens to be useful against hostile Stand Users like you."
"W-What?"
Hol Horse stared at Fang Mo in disbelief. "You can take other people's Stands?!"
"Didn't Dio tell you?" Fang Mo did not seem to care. Instead, he raised one hand and showed it to him. "Though I suppose it makes sense. If you knew that, you probably would've run away overnight, wouldn't you?"
"So..."
Hol Horse's expression darkened. "Are you trying to take my Stand, Emperor?"
"Sorry, you're overthinking it."
A faintly disdainful look appeared on Fang Mo's face. "I already have a little guy better than Emperor, so I'm not