JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Empty, no, that's not right.

Sigmund, with his sharp eyes, noticed a time bomb inside, and a chill swept through his body as he retreated violently.

The sense of crisis grew stronger, without the slightest reduction.

Tick ---- Tick ---- Tick ---- The bomb didn't explode immediately.

Could it be that… Sigmund turned around and noticed a figure behind him.

Perhaps all his focus was on the elevator and the bomb inside, he hadn't noticed someone approaching from behind.

His hair stood on end as a bald, buck-toothed uncle wearing a white scarf jumped into the air.

"Iai Slash!" The uncle looked lewd, but his voice was surprisingly righteous.

A terrifying Nen was concentrated on the blade.

The people Sigmund had killed before were all unprepared, but this time was different; Schelling had predicted the date and hired professionals to assassinate him.

The danger was far beyond anything he had faced before, and this Iai Slash was definitely not simple; taking it head-on would surely lead to misfortune.

In theory, Sigmund didn't have the speed to evade this strike, but he immediately adjusted his mindset.

Sigmund didn't make any movements, and the patterns on his mask changed.

This is a sure thing, the buck-toothed man confirmed in his heart.

Once this strike reaches this distance, even the strongest in the world would have to kneel (this was the buck-toothed man's delusion).

The bald, buck-toothed man's mouth twisted into a grin.

He knew Sigmund's abilities might be troublesome, so he wanted to quickly kill him and not give him time to unleash his powers.

Just as he thought this, two hands suddenly reached out from behind and pulled the buck-toothed man backward.

The buck-toothed man's attack was immediately disrupted, and this pull broke his rhythm, giving Sigmund a chance to dodge.

At the same time, a black ghoul appeared behind the buck-toothed man, the hands that stopped the attack belonged to it.

The ghoul was nearly two meters tall, quite thin but still relatively normal, with the traditional Chinese character '參' (three) written on its forehead.

This was undoubtedly a Nen beast.

The buck-toothed man forcibly changed his sword's trajectory and turned the blade to slash at the Nen beast behind him.

The blade passed through the body of the Nen beast, the Third Ghoul Apostle, and the part of the Nen beast that the blade touched became illusory.

The blade seemed to pass through water vapor, without resistance.

Once the blade passed, the Nen beast's body solidified again, without any injuries.

"What is this thing! Die, bastard!" The buck-toothed man performed several more slashes, but the Nen beast wasn't harmed at all.

The brief attack allowed the buck-toothed man to confirm one thing: this Nen beast seemed unable to be attacked.

When the buck-toothed man attacked just now, he left several openings, but this Nen beast remained unmoved.

In other words, this Nen beast either had other special abilities or was a disruptive type.

The buck-toothed man guessed correctly on this point.

The Third Ghoul Apostle had no offensive power whatsoever; the Third Ghoul Apostle's ability was only for support.

The Third Ghoul Apostle was to add two hundred pounds of weight to the opponent, and nothing else.

This move could also interrupt the opponent's attack; the real attack still had to be launched by the main body.

The ability of the Fourth Hellbringer that Sigmund opened just now was also a support type ability.

The Fourth Hellbringer's ability was clairvoyance, but it couldn't see through long-distance objects.

For example, he couldn't see Schelling on the thirtieth floor because the distance was too far and there were too many obstructions, and the Hellbringer could only see through inanimate objects.

"Fifth Apostle, Western Gunslinger!" The patterns on Sigmund's mask changed again, and a revolver suddenly materialized in his hand.

The trench coat on his body also turned into Western cowboy-style clothing.

The buck-toothed man's body felt lighter, and the Nen beast behind him had disappeared.

Sigmund could only use the ability of one apostle at a time; that is to say, if he used one apostle, he couldn't use other abilities.

Sigmund fired.

Bang, bang, bang! In an instant, several fire snakes spurted out from the barrel of the dark gold revolver in succession.

The buck-toothed man, who had just broken free from the shackles of the Nen beast, saw the pistol materialized by Sigmund.

Because he was still slashing at the Nen beast just now, his posture was awkward and he couldn't dodge.

Realizing that he couldn't avoid it, the buck-toothed man hardened his heart and used the fastest speed in his life to launch a full-force thrust at Sigmund's chest.

"Ono Ittō-ryū. Thundering Straight Thrust!"

The buck-toothed man wasn't the kind of rookie swordsman that Jon had encountered in the Hunter Exam before; the buck-toothed man had obtained the Menkyo Kaiden qualification in the Ono Ittō-ryū, a famous school with a long history.

He could defeat twenty fellow disciples without Nen abilities.

This was the fastest strike he had made since he learned the sword, and the speed had reached a terrifying three times the speed of sound.

The distance between the buck-toothed man and Sigmund was only five meters.

In an instant, a huge force came, unable to advance half a step, and blood gushed out.

The buck-toothed man fell powerlessly in front of Sigmund.

At this time, Sigmund was only fifty centimeters away from the buck-toothed man.

There were fist-sized blood holes in the left chest and right arm where the heart was located, and the last bullet was dodged and hit the ground.

Ono Heihachirō, the buck-toothed man, fell down in confusion and unwillingness.

His vision gradually blurred, and so did his consciousness.

Sigmund's Western Gunslinger looked like a revolver, but its power was comparable to a shotgun, and the speed of the bullets could reach five times the speed of sound.

However, the recoil of this gun was also very terrifying.

Fortunately, Sigmund's Nen was of the Enhancement type, so he could still suppress the gun.

"What's your name?" Sigmund stood in front of the buck-toothed man.

"Ono Ittō-ryū, Ono Hei…"

The buck-toothed man's murmur stopped, and his consciousness finally disappeared.

Ono Heihachirō would never rise again.

Looking at the dispersing Nen, Sigmund squatted down and closed the buck-toothed man's eyes with his hand.

He felt the effort and sweat that the opponent had put in with that last strike.

But, unfortunately, he was helping a tyrant and became Schelling's lackey.

At the same time, with a bang, the elevator cable was cut by Silva.

In the monitoring room, Jon said into the walkie-talkie, "Number One is confirmed dead."

"The elevator cable has been cut, execute Plan B!" Silva finished reporting into the walkie-talkie and turned to walk towards Schelling's office.

Jon walked out of the fifth-floor monitoring room.

Coming towards him was Bloodhound, his partner.

"How is it?"

"That Zoldyck guy is preparing to come down from upstairs."

"Tch, by the time he comes down, the masked assassin will have already been killed by the two of us."

"Don't be too careless, Number One has already been taken care of," Jon reminded with a sidelong glance.

Perhaps fearing that the others would all demand one-on-one fights, they were afraid that Jon was too young and lacked combat experience, so they asked Bloodhound to take care of him.

Bloodhound saw that Jon's Silver Chariot was very strong in combat, so he agreed to team up with Jon.

Jon also needed an alibi at a critical moment.

Jon glanced at Bloodhound again, and as expected, he didn't look very smart.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Sigmund found that he couldn't use the elevator, so he could only take the stairs.

In the stairwell: ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ.

⇒ ToBeContinued

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