The flickering muzzle flashes vanished into the darkness, and an eerie stillness briefly settled over the alley.
Hol Horse held his firing stance, his eyes grave yet expectant, roaring viciously inside.
-You damned bastard! One bullet couldn't kill you, but the entire rest of the magazine hit you at once. Now... surely you're finally dead!!
"You called someone else underhanded, then suddenly emptied your magazine. You really are something!"
Josen's calm voice suddenly rang out, giving Hol Horse, who was eagerly awaiting the results of his sneak attack, a violent start!
He looked up and saw wisps of smoke rising from seven bullet holes in F-kid's suit!
-Wait, those aren't bullet holes...
Suddenly, as though he had discovered something unbelievable, his expression changed drastically!!
With a casual sweep of F-kid's hand, seven twisted, deformed handgun bullets fell limply to the ground!
And before Hol Horse's eyes, F-kid's splendid, elegant dress suit remained as smooth as ever!
In other words, his Stand Attack had not even broken through his opponent's outermost defense!!
"Ah, wh-wh-what..."
Hol Horse was dumbfounded!
He had no idea whether Josen's Stand was fast, but its defense was absolutely unlike anything he had ever seen!
-So that suit absolutely has to be body armor, right!!
Though his inner self was screaming madly, Hol Horse's instincts as a top assassin had not given up!
A mechanical clicking sounded as the Emperor's cylinder completed a turn, and eight bullets-a full magazine-automatically appeared, already loaded inside!
That was the advantage of a Stand handgun: it never needed reloading!
Yet just as Hol Horse was about to exploit this enormous little advantage to launch a sneak attack on Josen, a purple blur suddenly flashed before his eyes!
Crack-
F-kid flashed forward with swift, ruthless movements, seized Hol Horse's wrist, and wrenched it