JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Bang, crack! A round concrete pillar fell from the sky.

The concrete pillar was more than three meters high, with a thin, young man lying on top.

The young man looked somewhat sickly, with excessively pale skin—its original color, untouched by powder or makeup. His skin looked as if it hadn't seen sunlight in a long time.

Like a vampire's skin, its texture was poor, lacking the luster and collagen of healthy skin, resembling that of an old man.

The concrete pillar crashed to the ground, intact and without shattering from the impact.

The young man vomited a mouthful of blood, one hand drooping weakly to the ground. Upon closer inspection, his forearm was severely bent and purplish-black, clearly fractured.

His other hand clutched his chest as he coughed laboriously. His chest and left ribs were mostly congested with blood, and his left chest was somewhat sunken.

It seemed that several of his left ribs were broken, and the fractured bones were piercing his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe.

A normal person would have fainted long ago, but he had his own conviction, and he couldn't just fall here.

Most horrifyingly, he was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on his body, as bare as the day he was born.

Thinking of his mission, he endured the pain, clenching his right hand, which was still able to move.

After coughing on the pillar for only two or three seconds, he immediately struggled to stand up. Without pausing, he jumped off the pillar.

His body trembled involuntarily, like an old man suffering from a stroke, weeping with joy.

Meanwhile, outside, the battle raged on.

Gunshots and shouts echoed throughout the prison, throwing the entire facility into chaos. No one understood what was happening.

Countless prisoners had launched a riot. Half of the prison cell doors were wide open, and those who had been subdued couldn't help but reveal their true nature in the face of newfound freedom.

The gunfire never stopped. Of course, many prisoners were already terrified of the guns, but the scene was so chaotic that they didn't know what was going on.

Screams, killings, blood, and firearms swept through the entire prison in just twenty minutes. This prison held many inhuman criminals who could overpower armed guards with their bare hands.

The most combat-capable guards, those with supernatural abilities, were gathered in another location. The helicopters had been shot down, and the warden couldn't be reached. This greatly emboldened the prisoners, but the guards knew that none of this mattered.

As long as the battle between those experts was decided, everything could be salvaged. They had guns, and even if the prisoners escaped, they couldn't leave this enclosed island.

The gunfire was even more chaotic and disorganized in one part of the prison—the main battlefield where Jon was located.

The muscular old man immediately ordered the few melee-type guards who were of little use to fall back and defend other areas. Some of the guards had already left. This bat-man was too infuriating, but they just couldn't hit him.

Suddenly, the mole that the Chairman had arranged to be placed in the prison, whose background was not entirely clean, suddenly sat up.

Judging from his actions just now, he shouldn't be with those descendants of darkness. After all, he was fighting them so vigorously; it was unlikely that he was an internal traitor.

But it couldn't be ruled out that it was a self-inflicted injury scheme. The best way was not to attack, nor to get close, but to provide appropriate assistance.

They weren't stupid either, and they could see that this bat-man was very wary of Jon, flying directly to a high place to create distance.

They just watched, sitting there threatening the bat-man, issuing a final warning to him.

Their posture looked the part, but when they looked closely, they found that Jon was also looking at the bat-man.

He was also gathering Nen energy in his hands, but his posture was not very elegant.

After waiting for five or six seconds without any movement, had it backfired? Everyone had such doubts.

Jon had maintained this action for so long, but the Nen energy in his hands had not increased at all; instead, the Nen energy on his glasses had increased a lot.

Was it to see the bat-man more clearly? Or was he waiting for an opportunity? They didn't know.

Because of the light, they couldn't even see Jon's face clearly, and they even suspected that Jon was deliberately setting up an empty fort to scare people.

"You are already dead! Firefly. Fire Dharma!"

The bat-man was more than two hundred meters in the air and didn't see any fire from Jon's body.

But warmth came from around him, and countless sparks appeared out of thin air around the bat-man. This was more than two hundred meters in the air!

The bat-man wanted to run, but it was too late. These sparks immediately condensed towards the bat-man.

In less than half a second, a large fireball suddenly burst out on the bat-man's body, enveloping him.

Jon below also breathed a sigh of relief. He finally succeeded. It was too exhausting. He had to concentrate very hard to use this move.

The guards below were not useless either, and those remote Nen energy ultimate moves immediately shot towards the bat-man who had lost his mobility.

The bat-man was splattered with the sudden flames. His defense was not high, and this fire was enough to give him a hard time. His flight altitude dropped sharply, giving others a chance to take advantage.

A second later, the bat-man had many bullet holes on his body, and two Nen energy-condensed arrows were stuck in him. The arrows pierced the bat-man's right kidney and liver.

The bat-man, who had suffered another heavy blow, fell directly from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground. Jon felt pain just listening to it.

Why bother courting death? It confirmed the saying that the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

The flames suddenly became much smaller, but they didn't completely disappear and wouldn't dissipate for a while. He was doomed. He would go into shock in less than half a minute. Without healing abilities, even if a doctor came, he would die.

"Ah—! You, you—I want to, ah—! Kill you, I still have a final trump card!"

When Jon heard that there was still a trump card, he said without hesitation: "Divine Fire. Unknowing Fire!"

You still want to play your trump card? Let's kill you first.

But the fire spear was only a few inches away from him, and it was too late.

His ability had already been activated, and Jon had lost his best chance to stop him.

The bat-man's body turned pure black and exploded.