"Do you know what a concept more than five hundred years is?"
Fang Mo spoke with absolute conviction. "Even the Great Sage would fucking go into shock for a while after hearing that. Back then, when he heard those words at the foot of Spirit Mountain, he immediately grabbed his staff and joined me in flattening the Great Thunderclap Temple. Our master and disciples beat them so badly they had to write the swastika backwards!"
"Huh?"
Hol Horse was clearly stunned as well. "Wait a second, if you write that thing backwards, isn't it..."
"You really shouldn't write that thing backwards!"
Joseph had actually lived through that era, and he couldn't help rubbing his forehead. "Putting that aside... who the hell taught This Guy math? Is that godlike method of calculation really correct?"
"Maybe his art teacher taught him."
Hol Horse instinctively added another jab.
"And he failed the entrance exam too, right?" Joseph wiped his face as well. "No... why did the conversation suddenly veer into this? As expected, it was because Polnareff started something on his own. Honestly, I told him long ago not to provoke Iggy..."
"Hey, hey, don't blame this on me!"
Polnareff was clearly having trouble saving face. "Wasn't it because you guys kept mocking me for not being this guy's match? Who likes having their strength questioned?"
"But it's the truth."
Avdol couldn't help sighing. "This guy's Stand is extremely troublesome. Ordinary close-range physical Stands are no match for it at all. Forget you—even Jotaro would find it very difficult to deal with."
"But..."
"Alright, alright, Polpol."
Just as Polnareff was about to say something else, Fang Mo patted him on the shoulder. "It's fine. I'll avenge you next."
"Fang Mo..."
Polnareff was clearly touched. "As expected, it has to be you..."
Fang Mo