With Jotaro unleashing his ultimate attack right in his face, Avdol knew that the boy's muscular, sharply defined Stand had to be just as good a fighter as the purple-suited thug who had grabbed him and given him an Ora beating!
So he gave a gracious little smile, showing no sign of anger.
Avdoodoo: I, Avdoodoo, am no fool who would offer himself up again right after taking an Ora beating!
Joseph also suppressed his anger and brought out his most useless Stand, Hermit Purple, sacrificing a thirty-thousand-dollar camera to activate his Stand Ability, Spirit Photography.
Only after remotely taking a beautiful, half-naked photo of a certain Egyptian seductress did he get his unlovable grandson to take the existence of the Joestar Family's archenemy, Dio Brando, a little more seriously.
Meanwhile, in a mansion in Egypt.
A figure with fair, smooth skin but an exceptionally muscular back sat up from a seductive, side-lying pose on the bed, raising his left hand to touch a star-shaped birthmark where his back met his neck.
"There it is again, again... that feeling of being watched..."
The man rose as he murmured in a rich, magnetic voice.
"Jonathan's body has somehow transmitted signals between souls to his descendants, the bloodline of the Joestar Family a hundred years later."
"Very good. This must be that inextricably tangled fate..."
"A fate that must be ended, a feud that must be settled."
A voice utterly dripping with DIO rang out as the tall man, his face hidden in the darkness, rose barefoot from the bed.
An innate charisma that inspired submission and even fascination radiated from his tall, powerful body, as though he had been born the king of villains, an evil being a hundred million ranks above everyone else!
For an instant, purple vines identical to