Polnareff's Stand Ability

"Your Stand ability?"

Upon hearing this, Illuso was instinctively taken aback.

He was stunned by Polnareff's sharp and aggressive aura, and for a moment he thought that the enemy had come up with a way to break through the Mirror Space and then quietly brought his Stand in.

However, reality clearly tells Illuso:

The Stand named Silver Chariot still stands blankly in the real world; it has not appeared beside Polnareff at all.

Polnareff's condition was no different from before, except that he now had an ordinary cane.

Does a cane make you so arrogant?

Who gave you this courage?!

"Ha, just bluffing."

"Your Stand is still trapped outside, where did you get your Stand ability from?!"

Illuso spat out a hateful spit.

But even he himself didn't realize that the disdain in his voice had quietly disappeared, replaced by a subtle air of solemnity.

Because he simply couldn't understand where Polnareff's confidence came from.

The unknown is the greatest threat, and a shadow fell over Illuso's heart.

"The Mirror Man"

"Take care of him quickly!"

Illuso thought it over and over but couldn't see anything suspicious.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and let the Mirror Man launch an attack, using heavy, solid Riot Games to test Polnareff's trump card.

Then, at the instant the Mirror Man made their move...

Polnareff's gaze was fixed on the man's Riot Games in the Mirror Man, imprinting every subtle movement of the enemy's attack into his mind.

Although nothing supernatural actually happened, at that moment, the Mirror Man seemed to move at an infinitely slower pace in his eyes.

"I've spotted a flaw!"

Polnareff twitched his wrist slightly.

The cane that was held upright in front of his chest suddenly began to dance as if it were a phantom.

In a daze, this ordinary cane seemed to have truly become a sharp sword.

The blade suddenly traced a dazzling trajectory in mid-air, and soon pointed straight ahead with a precise and powerful motion.

The sword thrust straight out, its blade aimed directly at the throat.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. Before the Riot Games of the Mirror Man could even get close, Polnareff deflected its arm with his sword and stabbed it straight in the throat.

Although there is a saying that "only a Stand can defeat another Stand", in any case, a Stand will always have a definite physical entity when it makes a physical attack.

Since the Stand can actually break the brick, the brick can obviously also actually come into contact with the Stand.

Therefore, even an ordinary object like a cane can still cause harm to a Stand if used properly by the user.

Just like now, the Mirror Man has been pierced solidly in the throat by the cane.

Its body trembled, and it froze on the spot.

And this damage was directly reflected back onto Illuso, making him suddenly feel the heavy blow that pierced his throat.

"How... how could this be?"

Illuso clutched his throat with difficulty, his entire face flushed red from the pain.

But he instinctively thought this accident was just a slip-up, so he immediately ignored the pain and ordered the Mirror Man to continue attacking Polnareff.

However, the situation took an even more dramatic turn for the worse.

Just as the Mirror Man raised their Riot Games, Polnareff, as if he had foreseen it, swung his cane.

He first used a clever force to pry open the arm of the Mirror Man to deflect the attack, and then with lightning speed, he thrust three swords forward in succession, each sword accurately piercing the vital point of the Mirror Man's chest.

The brute force of the Mirror Man had absolutely no effect.

It's like a clumsy elephant with great strength, being toyed with by a nimble and ruthless lion.

Under Polnareff's three consecutive thrusts, its body immediately began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah--"

Illuso had just covered his throat, and now he's covering his chest.

He felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, and the area where he had been directly stabbed was in excruciating pain.

This was only because Polnareff wasn't using a real weapon; if he had been using a real sword, Illuso would have died countless times in those few seconds.

"Damn it. Could it be..."

At that moment, Illuso's doubts were answered.

He finally experienced firsthand, in a very unfortunate way, what Polnareff meant by "Stand ability":

"Swordsmanship, that kind of swordsmanship."

"So this is a skill he developed himself?"

Illuso roared in disbelief.

Although Polnareff has never revealed his Stand's ability, Illuso can tell from Silver Chariot's various actions that the Stand's ability is probably that unfathomable swordsmanship.

After all, in the absence of any other signs of ability, this incredible swordsmanship could be considered a kind of Stand ability.

But Illuso never expected this.

The only skill the Silver Chariot possesses that could be considered "ability" was actually Polnareff's own accumulated training over many years.

The one who knows swordsmanship is not a Stand, but Stand User.

Stand ability, Stand ability, the word even changes its meaning here - Silver Chariot is a Stand, Polnareff has the ability.

But looking back at the Silver Chariot itself...

"Isn't this just a blank slate with absolutely no capabilities?"

Illuso couldn't help but express the shock he felt.

That's a really rude way to put it.

"The Silver Chariot is not a blank slate; it's a companion I've relied on since childhood."

"If it weren't for the desire to fully utilize its capabilities, I wouldn't have developed such exquisite swordsmanship as I do now."

Polnareff gripped the "sword" tightly in his hand.

He couldn't help but recall the surprise and joy he felt when he unexpectedly awakened his Stand as a child, as well as the beautiful and peaceful days he spent practicing swordsmanship with Silver Chariot over countless days and nights.

Those memories, that past, have ultimately shaped the powerful person I am today:

"That's right, the swordsmanship I honed in countless battles with the Silver Chariot."

"It's my 'Stand ability'!"

Polnareff suddenly stepped forward and drew his sword.

He turned the tables and launched an attack on the Mirror Man with agility and speed.

Although the Mirror Man has a significant advantage in strength, at this moment, facing the battered Polnareff and an ordinary cane, Illuso felt an inescapable fear.

"Mirror Man, stop him!"

Such cries are meaningless.

With his longsword in hand Polnareff was like a completely different person.

Although his strength and speed did not increase, his movements became more agile, skillful, swift, and unpredictable.

The cane seemed to become an extension of his limbs, allowing him to channel his relatively weak strength into the enemy's weakest point in the most perfect and precise way.

And so, Polnareff stabbed the Mirror Man in the knee joint with his sword, and then raised his hand and swung the sword to knock away his shoulder and arm.

Every movement of the Mirror Man was precisely interrupted by the serpentine sword.

Polnareff, as if entering an empty field, easily broke through the Mirror Man's defenses, his sword pointing directly at Illuso's real body standing not far away.

Illuso finally realized that his chances of winning were slim.

With his relatively clumsy fighting skills and the extremely limited strength of the Mirror Man, he had no chance of fighting Polnareff, who had become a master swordsman, head-on.

Now he could only stand there helplessly, watching Polnareff easily broke through the barrier of the Mirror Man with his cane, and then attacked him with murderous intent, making him, the real person, who had lower "armor" and was easier to kill compared to his Stand.

There's no other way.

Illuso's eyes gleamed.

Facing Polnareff, who was charging at him with his sword drawn, he did not hesitate to raise the car rearview mirror he was holding tightly in his hand.

He turned the rearview mirror to face himself and then stretched his arm straight into the mirror.

At that moment, the mirror in front of Illuso seemed to turn into liquid, and strange, wonderful, and visible ripples began to appear on the originally flat surface.

For Polnareff, the mirror was merely a "display screen" through which he could see the outside world, but for Illuso, the master of the Mirror World, it was a portal through which he could travel at will.

He can return to the real world at any time through the mirror in his hand, whenever he wishes.

Just like now, Illuso's body quickly disappeared from in front of the mirror, about to escape to the real world on the other side.

"Oops!"

Polnareff's heart skipped a beat.

Because Illuso decisively took the approach he was most worried about:

He is indeed very powerful when he enters Sword Master mode, but what he holds in his hand is a cane, not a real sword.

Reality isn't a martial arts novel; a gun without a tip can't kill.

The cane's lethality was extremely limited; no matter how skilled he was with his sword, he couldn't possibly kill an opponent instantly with just a wooden stick. Let alone kill, he didn't even have a way to disrupt an enemy's mobility in a short period of time.

But Illuso is the master of this Mirror World.

He can escape to another world at any time by simply looking in the mirror.

At that point, Illuso won't even need to do anything more.

If he just waits patiently in the real world, Polnareff, trapped in the Mirror World, won't last more than a few days before starving to death.

This was exactly the situation Polnareff was worried about, which is why he recklessly charged directly at Illuso's true form.

But Illuso reacted even faster than he had feared.

Polnareff had just charged forward with his sword when Illuso had already escaped halfway.

"Stop!"

"Don't even think about running away!"

Polnareff instinctively tried to grab the remaining half of the body, doing everything he could to stop Illuso's escape.

Then, in that instant when he hurriedly reached out his hand...

Suddenly, another hand reached out from the car's rearview mirror.

Illuso, who hadn't fully escaped into the real world, actually went back into the Mirror World on his own initiative.

He turned and grabbed Polnareff's outstretched hand, a cold smile creeping across his previously serious face.

"Running away? You think I'm running away?"

"Fool. I'm just luring you closer to this open 'passage'."

Illuso gripped Polnareff's arm tightly, pulling him with all his might toward the mirror that had transformed into a spatial passage.

Caught off guard, Polnareff felt his body uncontrollably tilting toward another world.

He didn't know why Illuso did that.

But he instinctively sensed an unprecedented danger.

Polnareff immediately raised his cane and thrust it straight at Illuso, trying to force him to let go with his powerful sword strike.

But Illuso didn't flinch or dodge, he just kept going, even when he was beaten bloody, he gritted his teeth and didn't let go.

"Hahaha"

You still can't kill me!

"I will never let go as long as I live."

Illuso bit his blood-stained lips and laughed wildly and resolutely:

"So, broom-head, you must really want to go back to the real world, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll let you out right now!"

"But--"

"You can only walk 'half' of the way!"