JOJO hiding in the hunter world

Watching Sigmund resolve the two seemingly high-tech Gundams with swift efficiency, everyone present was astonished by this feat.

All that remained on the field were two useless suits of armor with no technical sophistication, made of ordinary steel that could easily be destroyed.

One empty suit of armor sped towards the entrance where Jon and Mad Dog were, making a great show of force. The other quietly approached Kavina's real body.

"This is bad!" Mad Dog wanted to turn and run. Sigmund's earlier move had genuinely frightened him. The inexplicable disappearance of his Nen and Sigmund's bizarre attack methods had startled Mad Dog.

Sigmund smiled wickedly and began chasing the empty suit of armor running towards the entrance, ignoring the other.

But after only taking two steps, Sigmund suddenly stopped. "Aren't you being too hasty? Why did you only recall one suit of armor?"

"Damn it, this is troublesome." Kavina looked panicked, fidgeting restlessly in the backstage storage room, her teeth chattering and her small hands clenched white.

Sigmund immediately turned to look at the empty suit of armor approaching Kavina. The armor had stopped moving, but this was too unnatural.

"Let me guess, to control such powerful puppets, the controller shouldn't be too far away. So where could you be?"

Sigmund approached the pure black stage step by step. Because there was no activity, the screens behind were all black.

There were two dressing rooms behind the stage, but Sigmund didn't even glance at them. These two rooms were quite small and obvious, not good places to hide someone.

Sigmund easily defeated the other empty suit of armor approaching the stage.

"So, could there be someone in the space beneath the platform?" Sigmund said as he transformed his mask into Hell's Eye mode.

Kavina was startled by Sigmund's words, her heart leaping into her throat. She couldn't maintain her Zetsu, and Nen unconsciously erupted from her body.

Kavina's Nen, under the power of Hell's Eye, was as conspicuous as a street lamp at night. Sigmund revealed a knowing smile.

With a soft thud, a sound came from beside Jon. Because of Sigmund's powerful performance, Jon and Mad Dog had focused all their attention on Sigmund, guessing his abilities, and hadn't noticed their surroundings.

The sudden sound did startle Jon and Mad Dog.

Indeed, it was Silva hurrying down from upstairs. As a mature and experienced assassin, Silent Step was a basic skill. But even this veteran driver almost crashed today.

Jon only saw Silva flip in mid-air like a world-class gymnast, rotating with his knees tucked to his chest, then gracefully landing on the open ground behind Jon.

Mad Dog stared blankly at the stairwell, and Jon also looked over. Yes, it was a melon rind. Clearly, it was the one Jon had left over, and under Mad Dog's garbage-like gaze, Jon guiltily turned his head.

"Who is so inconsiderate, littering watermelon rinds!" Jon angrily looked around, righteously condemning this behavior. However, through Mad Dog's eyes, Silva knew who the culprit was.

Bang, bang, bang, gunshots rang out, and everyone cursed inwardly, knowing things were bad.

Jon and the others all used 'Ken'. The door panel shattered, and several bullets successfully penetrated it. Fortunately, they each had some skill, and there were no combat casualties.

Jon, due to the double protection of his Line Body and 'Ken', was the least injured of all. Then there was Silva, whose aura was several times greater than Jon's, and the bullet only grazed a bit of skin on his arm, causing a little bleeding. Mad Dog could tell at a glance that he had been neglecting his Nen training due to excessive masturbation, and several bloody holes had been opened in his body. The only fortunate thing was that no vital organs were hit, and Mad Dog hadn't lost his ability to fight.

In fact, the bullets had made a significant contribution. Kavina, hiding in the stage storage room, had been shot in the abdomen, bleeding profusely and unable to continue.

Based on Mad Dog's previous performance, he confirmed that Sigmund's speed wasn't faster than his own, but he had to be wary of his strange abilities. Stimulated by anger, Mad Dog charged in first. Jon and Silva weren't impatient, but they also slowly walked in.

Mainly because they hadn't fully figured out Sigmund's abilities, so Silva was happy to have an idiot help him test the waters and, incidentally, exhaust the opponent's stamina.

Jon also wanted to figure out Sigmund's abilities, because the information clearly stated that he was an Enhancer. After seeing the strange abilities just now, Jon just wanted to shove the person who wrote the information into a latrine. What kind of intelligence was that? None of it was right. Sigmund was definitely not just a simple Enhancer.

Seeing Sigmund's fierce appearance, Jon felt that as long as he slacked off and interfered with Silva, they could easily complete the mission.

Mad Dog used this method to avoid every single bullet. Constantly moving and charging, Mad Dog had gotten very close to Sigmund. Suddenly, Sigmund's mask transformed again into the appearance of the destructive mecha from before.

"Second Apostle, Kiss of Death." A stream of red and black evil Nen surged from Sigmund's hand. He didn't look like a masked hero but rather like a bloodthirsty demon. After feeling this Nen, Mad Dog no longer approached but instead jumped back a distance, watching Sigmund warily.

Silva, looking at the Nen in Sigmund's hand, revealed a troubled and apprehensive expression.

Mad Dog quickly circled around Sigmund, his figure gradually blurring in the high-speed movement.

Sigmund stood upright with one foot raised, his hands sometimes clenched into claws and sometimes flattened, moving randomly without any pattern, his whole body twisting. It was as if he wasn't fighting but rather participating in a bonfire party of some African tribe.

"That's the Kakuk Bak Dance!" Silva recognized the name of the stance Sigmund was using.

"This is a long-circulated ancient martial art. It's a combat dance of a certain ethnic minority, with very high combat power, emphasizing all-around defense, reacting after the opponent moves, and counterattacking. Warriors of this tribe once used this martial art to defeat armies several times their size."

Silva saw Jon's confusion about these strange stances. "This martial art evolved from sacrificial dances, so it's a bit strange, but many of these meaningless poses and movements can also be used to mislead the opponent."

Mad Dog quickly approached from Sigmund's blind spot behind him. This was Mad Dog's style, rushing to the front to bite the enemy and spread the virus. How hateful, wanting others to get rabies too, simply insane.

Sigmund suddenly twisted his body, his elbow striking Mad Dog's nose.

With a crack, Mad Dog flew backwards, his nose collapsed, and a front tooth was knocked out, blood splattering everywhere. Sigmund used his strength to prove that he was indeed an Enhancer.

Mad Dog, due to the violent attack, suffered a fractured facial bone, a moderate concussion, and temporarily lost his combat ability.

Sigmund looked at Silva and Jon, who were still standing on the field.

Jon glanced at Silva, signaling him to go.

Silva ignored him.

⇒ ToBeContinued

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