JOJO hiding in the hunter world

As it turned out, Jon still didn't know what Sigmund's Nen ability would do to a person. But it was clear that Sigmund was very restrained in using this move on people, so he only used his elbow to attack the rabid dog.

Jon was still inclined to help Sigmund; it would be awkward if he were accidentally killed by a hero.

When the strength of the enemy and ourselves is still unclear, it's time to show off some unique skills.

That's right, it's the ultimate secret technique inherited from the gentleman with the golden spirit, Joseph Joestar – the Runaway!

As the saying goes, you can beat Ripple, but you can't beat Runaway. Its effect far exceeds Ripple; the reality is that sometimes running away is enough to make your opponent lose. Jon deeply understood this; Jon's debut battle was won in this way.

As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Jon decided on a strategic retreat. That way, if Sheryl got killed, it wouldn't be my fault. It's not that our army isn't working hard, but the enemy is just too damn strong.

"I'll leave it to you, Old Man," Jon shouted and ran away. Silva wouldn't run. Although Silva Zoldyck was happy to see someone wear down his opponent, he wouldn't avoid a fight either.

Now, Silva's only thought was, this time, he might be losing money.

Thinking this in his heart, his hands didn't stop throwing out Nen bullets at tricky angles to block Sigmund's movement trajectory. Silva condensed Nen bullets very quickly; Jon had only taken two steps when Silva had already condensed five Nen bullets.

After throwing out Nen bullets to block Sigmund's path, Silva immediately rushed up. This was a calculated move. Silva's Nen bullets were very fast, but because of the distance, they weren't impossible to dodge. However, if he dodged, it would be exactly what Silva wanted.

Silva's blockade forced Sigmund into close-quarters combat with Silva. Close-quarters combat wasn't hand-to-hand combat; Sigmund couldn't dodge Nen bullets at close range. Not only that, but Silva's speed was also faster than Sigmund's; he could run away even if he couldn't win.

If Sigmund went against the routine and forcefully took the Nen bullets, Silva could also take the opportunity to weaken Sigmund. Jon didn't run away when he saw this scene; instead, he stopped to watch the two's battle.

Both of them were very powerful Nen users; this kind of life-and-death struggle was rare.

Now, Silva's fighting style was very cunning; he was constantly wearing down Sigmund, not confronting him head-on. Silva's Nen quantity was terrifying; he was the person Jon had encountered with the most Nen so far. His combat experience was also among the top in the world.

In countless battles and killings, Silva had developed a strong intuition for the battle situation. Based on his intuition, Silva felt that Sigmund hadn't fully displayed his full strength. Silva also felt that the attitude of that kid named Jon was strange. It was obvious that he hated the employer Sheryl and had a somewhat ambiguous attitude towards Sigmund.

Silva didn't trust Jon; his intuition told him that Jon was very likely to stab him in the back at a critical moment. Silva was wary of Sigmund's abilities and had to guard against Jon's sneak attacks, so he didn't dare to use his full strength to deal with Sigmund.

But Jon really couldn't intervene in their battle; there was almost no gap. Jon wasn't confident in killing Silva; if Silva wanted to escape, Jon couldn't stop him. Taking action would implicate many people. So, observing was the best option right now.

After fighting with Silva for half a minute, Sigmund canceled his transformation. The mask turned back into a gray and white mask without any patterns.

Dodging, 'Flow' defense. Seeing that Sigmund didn't use the Second Apostle, Kiss of Death, he also boldly approached for close combat. Once the patterns on Sigmund's mask showed any abnormality, he would immediately distance himself, being cautious and not giving the opponent any chance.

Sigmund was also very irritable, constantly being kited by this white-haired, purple-clothed man. This damn white hair was extremely cautious and ruthless, specializing in attacking vital points and not avoiding the lower three points.

The white hair had a lot of combat experience and good stamina; he could actually fight a close-quarters battle with a Enhancement-type Nen user like himself without showing any weakness.

From left to right, from front to back, from the ground to the ceiling, every part of the room became the battlefield for Sigmund and Silva. Gravel and shattered glass splashed everywhere. Although Silva and Sigmund were fighting, they both kept some of their attention on Jon.

Sigmund didn't know what abilities Jon had and didn't dare to attack with Silva pressing him. Silva had seen the terrifying speed of Silver Chariot and was also wary of Jon. Unknowingly, a stable situation had formed on the battlefield, but Jon was undoubtedly a force that could change the battle situation.

Jon slowly approached the rabid dog, looking at the comrade who had partnered with him for a few hours. He could no longer see his original gloomy face; now, he could only see a face twisted and deformed by brute force. He weakly opened his mouth, as if complaining about the unfairness of life.

Jon glanced at him gloatingly, his facial expression fluctuating. It must be said that the rabid dog was very funny now, with his mouth wide open, one of his front teeth had fallen out, and his nose was spitting blood bubbles like a goldfish. One eye could only see a slit because his cheek was so swollen, and the other eye stared blankly at the ceiling. Thinking about the rabid dog's previous pretentiousness, Jon took great effort to hold back his laughter and quickly walked away.

Jon walked towards the stage's storage room. The entrance to the storage room was behind the stage, and the entrance was very low; you had to bend over to get in.

The girl was sitting against the wall, the pistol in her left hand drooping weakly. Several layers of gauze were wrapped around her abdomen, but the bleeding didn't stop. It was obvious that the bullet should have entered her abdomen; a pool of blood had already formed under Kavina.

Although Kavina's injuries were very serious, Jon was inexplicably attracted by Kavina's large 'evil' on her chest.

Jon nodded, indeed a large 'evil', no matter how many times he looked…

"Little brother, where are you looking? Hurry up and leave, don't attract the masked men over. This sister has no fighting power anymore!" Kavina looked at Jon with a displeased expression.

"We've been fighting for five minutes, right? Everyone who should be here is here now, which means this should be the main force that Sheryl recruited this time."

Silva raised his eyebrows, wondering what Sigmund was going to say. Sigmund continued, "Sheryl has at most one or two people left by his side, and they shouldn't be particularly strong in combat because it's difficult for him to buy so many powerful bodyguards with his wealth and channels. That means as long as you guys are dealt with, the mission will be more than half completed."

Silva didn't know what Sigmund was going to do, and he felt very uneasy for no reason.

The mask on Sigmund's face didn't appear, but it seemed to have changed its material, filled with metallic luster, with gold and silver interweaving. A suit of armor composed of gold and silver colors enveloped his entire body.

Jon and Kavina, separated by a wall, both felt Sigmund's terrifying aura.

Sigmund's whole body glowed with a golden light like the sun.

"First Apostle, Champion of Justice!"

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