Seizing the Arrow
Diavolo certainly didn't just jump out with a crazy roar.
His style is more like that of a sneaky assassin than a reckless berserker.
In fact, the instant Diavolo leaped out of the shadows, he had already entered his own timeline using the power of the King Crimson.
Even that roar of venting his emotions was only shouted after the Time Erasure.
At this moment, neither Polnareff, Giorno, nor Mista were aware of Diavolo's presence.
Diavolo leaped past Giorno and Mista as if they were nothing, and then, in the precious Time Erasure, he swiftly climbed the stone steps, quickly ascending from the ground floor of the Colosseum to the second floor where Polnareff was located.
Polnareff sat at the top of the stairs, next to a thick stone pillar.
The Time Erasure are still ongoing.
Although the journey was not short, Diavolo's agility allowed him to arrive here in less than 8 seconds.
At this moment, Polnareff was completely exposed to Diavolo without any precautions.
Of course, there was also the Bug Arrow he was clutching tightly in his hand.
"It's mine!"
Diavolo's bloodshot pupils contracted.
The King Crimson then extended his tangled arms and firmly grasped the arrow shaft with his large, powerful hands.
At this moment, the Time Erasure ends.
Polnareff had no time to react.
The phone call that made his dream come true, along with his conversation with Giorno and Mista, had subtly diverted his attention.
Although he had prepared using the blood-drop timing method, he failed to pay attention to the examination immediately due to his distraction.
By the time Polnareff realized the attack had begun, it was too late.
The sinister arm covered in red and white stripes was already blocking his way.
"What?"
Polnareff's expression changed drastically:
"It's Diavolo!"
The sudden attack was horrifying.
But as a seasoned warrior, he did not panic. Instead, he instinctively tried to tighten his grip on the Bug Arrow.
However, compared to the immensely strong King Crimson, how long can the now crippled Polnareff last?
To try and wrestle the arrow from the King Crimson is nothing short of wishful thinking.
He couldn't even delay for a second, no, a millisecond:
The King Crimson exerted only a slight effort.
That Bug Arrow was like a goddess that a loser couldn't hold onto; it ran off with the newcomer without looking back.
"Arrow!"
It must be said that Polnareff's combat skills far surpass those of ordinary people.
The series of shocking events just now happened in an instant, but he was still able to react decisively after being repeatedly shocked and hit.
"Silver Chariot!"
Polnareff summoned his Stand without hesitation.
He wanted to use his last bit of strength to change this sudden turn of events.
Silver Chariot is a silver-armored knight wielding a rapier, whose Stand ability is swordsmanship.
It's a bit cruel to say.
Compared to the flashy Stand abilities of its peers, Silver Chariot is, in a sense, a blank slate.
It mainly relies on its superb swordsmanship and unparalleled speed to bring the simple action of "slashing" to its extreme.
Unfortunately, Polnareff has now 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 cripple with missing limbs.
This swordsman, renowned for his agility and speed, could no longer display his astonishing speed.
It can't even walk normally; it can only move by lunging.
"Hahaha."
Seeing the silver figure struggling to pounce on him, Diavolo could only laugh:
"With such a crippled body, you think you can take the Bug Arrow back from me?"
"Useless trash should stay in the garbage dump!"
The King Crimson suddenly twisted his body, like a crimson storm rising from the ground.
With one hand, it threw the Bug Arrow it had just seized back to its master behind it, while with the other hand, it clenched its fist and slammed it heavily into the Silver Chariot's cheek like a drumbeat.
Diavolo caught the arrow without any doubt.
And King Crimson's Riot Games struck its target without any doubt.
The Silver Chariot's helmet shattered instantly, and its entire body was sent flying backward by the immense force.
Polnareff, being the original being, was naturally not spared.
He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood, and his mutilated body tumbled off the wheelchair, collapsing to the ground without any resistance.
"Hateful."
Polnareff gritted his blood-stained teeth, struggling to climb down from the ground.
However, the King Crimson stepped on his back.
This great warrior, who fought to the very last moment, ultimately lost the power to fight against evil.
Polnareff was forced to lie prostrate on the ground, while Diavolo, like a victor, gripped the Bug Arrow tightly and spoke slowly in a chillingly cold voice:
"Since yesterday, I've thought that the biggest threat to me is that bald guy, Li Qing."
"But I never expected that you would be the one who drove me to the brink of despair in the end, Polnareff, you guy who was resurrected from the 'past'."
"Sure enough, in the past, no matter how much these things were decomposed, they would keep crawling out of the ground like earthworms."
"It's absolutely disgusting."
Diavolo's voice now carried an barely suppressed anger, and a blatant sarcasm:
"You've been disappointed, but I'm still the ultimate victor!"
"The Bug Arrow you prepared for years to kill me has ultimately helped me pave the way to the summit."
"Fate is truly fascinating, isn't it?"
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Polnareff struggled to get up.
But he was no match for the power of the King Crimson and eventually collapsed helplessly to the ground.
Even so, his eyes showed no sign of fear:
"Diavolo!"
Polnareff roared in a blood-stained voice:
"Jotaro will be here soon."
"The victor in this battle will not be you, but him!"
"Yeah?"
Diavolo, on the contrary, was no longer as anxious and irritable as before.
He carefully examined the Bug Arrow in his hand, then smiled knowingly at Polnareff:
"You just refused to explain how to use the arrow, nor did you hand it over to those two brats."
"Isn't this tacitly admitting that the power contained in this arrow is so great that even the so-called Jotaro cannot resist it? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cautious."
Polnareff fell silent.
His extremely ugly expression indirectly confirmed Diavolo's statement, proving the horror of the Bug Arrow.
He who possesses the Bug Arrow possesses the world; Diavolo is now the eternal emperor.
"So."
"Could you cooperate a little and explain how to use an arrow?"
Diavolo asked coldly.
"Get out!"
"I'll never let trash like you know how to use it!"
Polnareff's eyes were filled with a death wish.
The arrow is now being used as the final obstacle to prevent Diavolo from achieving his goal, and he certainly wouldn't reveal such an important secret just to save his own life.
"Just as I thought."
"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I'll go back and study it slowly."
Now that things have come to this, Diavolo has given up on his plan to figure out how to use it right away.
All he wanted now was to end today's battle as quickly as possible, then hide the arrow away and study it carefully, waiting to obtain that so-called powerful force before emerging from the mountains to take revenge.
"Since that's the case..."
Goodbye, my old friend.
Diavolo gave him a cold glance, and the King Crimson immediately raised his foot, rapidly gathering power.
Bang!
A crisp gunshot rang out.
The supersonic bullet, guided by the Sex Pistols, traced an arc in the air, flying at high speed like a precision-guided miniature missile.
The King Crimson paused for a moment.
But it was just a brief pause.
Diavolo didn't even look up, but silently murmured to himself as if he had a premonition:
"King Crimson, erase time!"
The time was cut off again, this time by a mere 0.5 seconds.
Then, the seemingly infallible "manually guided" bullet passed right through Diavolo's "nothingness" body, which existed independently of time, without achieving anything.
"How naive."
"Do you think I've forgotten about you two brats?"
Diavolo turned his head, looking down at the ground from the second floor:
On the ancient, weathered tiles of the Colosseum, Giorno and Mista, two young boys, clenched their Riot Games and strained to look up at their enemy.
They have already displayed the gladiator-like spirit of facing death without fear.
But the sudden and unexpected change that just happened clearly caught them off guard.
At this moment, Diavolo could even see, in the extremely dim light, the barely suppressed trembling on Giorno and Mista's bodies:
"It's useless."
"I've already seen through your little tricks!"