JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Ambrose's IQ was online, and he also felt the high temperature above his head, immediately conjuring a triangular shield.

“Haha, idiot, how could I not be prepared for you, you bastard! But I didn’t expect you, you shameless bastard, to actually be mixed up with that group of telekinetic trash.”

The fire spear of Divine Flame: Ignis Fatuus did not penetrate Ambrose's triangular shield, but the powerful impact still sent Ambrose flying.

His entire hand turned red due to the high temperature of the flames. Ambrose looked at Jon with a wary expression; his triangular shield couldn't defend against either the temperature or the impact.

“Hey, brat, there’s a limit to how arrogant you can be. I’m already uncontrollably angry! You dark scum!”

“Fierce-Eyed Vajra!”

The Vajra statue's originally gray eyes flashed with golden light, like a car that had just had its oil changed.

The Vajra statue didn't use the Vajra Subduing Demons technique it had used against that dog couple earlier. That move, while powerful, consumed too much psychic energy.

Now that the director had been assassinated, seriously injured and lying on the ground, his life unknown, Ward didn't dare to rashly use the Fierce-Eyed Vajra.

He didn't know how many enemies were still on their way; he had to save some strength to deal with unexpected situations.

The Fierce-Eyed Vajra looked down at Ambrose, a high and mighty god overlooking an ant on the ground.

The monk's staff in his hand swept across the ground like a broom.

Wherever it touched, the concrete cracked inch by inch, leaving a terrifying gully dragged across the ground.

Jon and the Bat-Man flying in the sky both felt terrified.

This move, with the added reach of the arm, approached the speed of sound.

Ambrose immediately began to draw some shape again, but he hadn't recovered from Jon's attack just now.

His arm was numb from the impact, and his skin was burned. He couldn't even hold the triangular shield steady, let alone draw any shape.

He could only pick up the triangular shield again and hold it in front of him, using the cross-defense method with both hands.

This was the best defense method to reduce the impact. Many boxers liked to use this move. For Ambrose, the only drawback was that the posture change was a bit difficult.

But he never expected that the Fierce-Eyed Vajra would send Ambrose flying along with the triangular shield.

No, it should be said that Ambrose and the shield seemed to be stuck to the monk's staff, or rather, they were forcibly pressed onto the staff.

In just half a second, Ambrose's only reliance, the triangular shield, turned into fragments and scattered with the wind.

Ambrose was then thrown against the concrete wall by this tremendous force. With a bang, it was like a meteorite falling to the ground, a frightening scene.

Dust billowed, sand and stones flew, as if there had just been a major explosion.

Only when the dust cleared could Jon and the others see that a large area of the thick concrete wall had been dented inward.

The surrounding cement had already cracked, and the white paint was peeling off inch by inch and falling to the ground.

Ambrose's whole body was embedded in the wall. It felt like if no one helped him pry it off, he might stay hanging there forever.

But now, no one had the leisure to help him. It was unlikely that this person, who had been flattened like this, could survive. No, it should be said that it was absolutely impossible.

His face was crushed flat, and blood flowed from his seven orifices. Even a powerful deity would have a headache. His skull was probably shattered.

He had taken that monk's staff head-on. The triangular shield had already been on the verge of collapse after being ravaged by Jon and multiple attacks.

Old Man Ward's Fierce-Eyed Vajra was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

In fact, even without Jon's attrition attacks, his shield probably wouldn't have been able to withstand this staff strike from the Fierce-Eyed Vajra.

“Ah — —! ! ! Ambrose! Die!”

The Bat-Man behind him didn't expect his good brother to die so suddenly, and only then did he react.

He attacked Jon wildly, but Jon dodged them all.

Although rocket propulsion has a relatively simple and straightforward trajectory and poor maneuverability, the speed is undeniable.

Jon no longer supported the flames under his feet and fell directly from the air.

Because ultrasound has no shape and attacks the opponent at the speed of sound, Jon had been unable to effectively dodge the ultrasound attacks.

However, apart from brief tinnitus and physical discomfort that made him want to vomit, he didn't feel anything else. Jon judged that this move should be a disruptive technique.

The real killing move should be the attack after the interference. Jon wasn't in a hurry; he was least afraid of the Bat-Man's physical attacks.

Whether it was Silver Chariot or King Crimson, they could take his life the moment he got close.

But now Jon was only beginning to see the clues; only now did Jon understand the horror of this move.

His internal organs had been unknowingly damaged by his ultrasound, and a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

He spat it out like phlegm; it was a mouthful of blood. Jon realized that the Bat-Man's ultrasound was attacking his internal organs.

He wanted to attack, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly felt a terrifying aura.

A sonic boom came from his ear. Jon saw out of the corner of his eye that the “Gundam” had been activated again, and its target should be that Bat-Man.

Jon immediately lay down; wouldn't it be embarrassing if he was affected? It was better to just watch the “Gundam” fight.

The Bat-Man showed no panic in the air, but instead provoked the muscular old man.

“Muda muda, this thing is like trash to me. It can't even touch the corner of my clothes. It's simply turtle-speed…”

The muscular old man didn't have such a foul mouth. After all, he was just an older generation who had stayed here for many years and had no chance to come into contact with fresh cursing vocabulary, but he just gritted his teeth.

“Bastard, bastard!”

Hearing the muscular old man's rage, Jon couldn't help but sigh at the horror of being uncultured. He was already running out of words to curse so quickly.

Of course, he only slandered in his heart; he didn't dare to say it out loud. He still valued his life.

The scene was a bit comical, using a Gundam to swat a fly, using a cannon to shoot a mosquito.

You should know that bats can fly freely in dark caves through ultrasound without bumping into walls. This time, he should be using a similar evasion technique, right?

The Bat-Man's appearance was indeed mocking, but strangely, no matter how the muscular old man attacked, the Bat-Man's gaze was always fixed on Jon.

Jon was very sure that the Bat-Man's primary target was himself, with undisguised killing intent and contempt.

During the period when the Fierce-Eyed Vajra restrained the Bat-Man, Jon's Ripple Breathing was opened to the maximum, and the internal injuries caused by the ultrasound were almost healed.

Both sides were waiting for an opportunity…