JOJO hiding in the hunter world

These two people are very impressive, but what does that have to do with me, Jon?

However, with them here, I don't have to worry about Jon watching these two; instead, I feel very relieved. With these two big shots backing me up, it means that if I really can't win this round, I can run without revealing my trump cards.

Especially that old man, the sense of crisis he brings to Jon is even stronger than that of Silva and Wilhelm. This old man must be a master, and Jon inadvertently glanced at the several different kinds of short weapons the old man was carrying on his back.

"If I'm not mistaken, this old man should be skilled with short weapons. Such a strong and sharp aura indicates he must be a cold weapon master," Jon said to Lindsay, quietly sharing his guess while looking at the old man. The old man didn't pay attention to Jon's comments.

Lindsay rolled her eyes, "Just look at the old man's getup and you'd know that. You didn't need to say it."

"He's carrying mandarin duck knives, Bagua mandarin duck knives, butterfly swords, a single-edged sword, and a dagger on his back. He's also holding a halberd, and his hands are wrapped in iron claws. Unless you're blind, you can tell he's a cold weapon expert. Besides the halberd, all the other weapons are short-range weapons."

"So amazing, how do you know the names of all these weapons?"

"Aren't these basic knowledge for a martial artist?"

Jon smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, not answering.

"But this old man, his strength shouldn't be that strong, right? A person can only train two or three weapons to their peak. Using so many weapons will only distract him."

Lindsay suddenly stopped mid-sentence, "No, that's not right. Most of these weapons might be used to confuse opponents. He might only focus on one or two, but the other weapons can create psychological pressure."

"No, that's not it," Jon said seriously, shaking his head. "If it's this old man, he might actually be proficient in all these weapons. This old man's strength might be the strongest I've ever seen."

Their discussion didn't escape the old man's ears. He looked at Jon in surprise. He didn't expect that someone would recognize his strength.

"Why?" Lindsay asked.

Nice, the old man also wanted to ask the same question.

"Haven't you noticed? If this old man isn't a medical student, then he must be very old. Someone who is so arrogant and looks down on people can live to be so old in this dangerous world; how could he not have some tricks up his sleeve? Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

Lindsay "..." Is that how you judge a person's strength?

Old man "..." Is that really the reason? Is that how you judge a person's strength? Who is your teacher? I'll beat him to death. The old man turned his head away with a dark expression, ignoring Jon. After all, Jon's aura was very ordinary and the amount wasn't large. However, he wasn't going to bother with a junior; out of sight, out of mind.

"Although it makes sense, but..."

Makes sense my foot! You actually believe this little bastard's nonsense? The old man couldn't help but roar inwardly. He was about to leave when he heard these words.

"But what does it have to do with studying medicine? I also study medicine," Lindsay asked, looking at Jon in confusion.

"Haven't you heard? Haven't you heard that medical, legal, and programming students lose their hair quickly? These things consume brainpower and make you age faster."

What he said does make sense, the old man nodded, thinking of his old friend and agreeing very much, but what does this have to do with the topic at hand? Get back here!

The old man felt like he couldn't hold back his knife anymore.

"But I think medicine is very interesting! Studying medicine shouldn't be as scary as you say. Don't be alarmist; medicine is actually very interesting," Lindsay couldn't help but retort.

Jon looked at Lindsay in surprise, as if he was seeing her in a new light. "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. I treat you like a brother, but I didn't expect you to be a bookworm. Still saying that studying medicine is fun."

"I understand what you mean. You're saying that the old man is either a noob or a master," Lindsay said, blushing.

"That's not much different from what I said, wait, when did I say he was a noob?"

Eh, there's a murderous aura!

Jon immediately summoned Silver Chariot behind him.

Huh? Satch didn't understand the meaning of this meme at all.

"It's okay, I won't kill him. Today, I must teach this little brat a lesson in manners," the old man said, gnashing his teeth as he looked at Jon.

"The world is so beautiful, why are you so irritable?" Silver Chariot's speed far exceeded the old man's, but the old man's swordsmanship far exceeded Jon's. In addition, there was a lot of aura on the old man's blade. If this continued, Silver Chariot's blade might break.

Jon immediately stopped, and Silver Chariot disappeared instantly. Jon's advantage was that Silver Chariot's blade length was far superior to the old man's, and Silver Chariot's speed was infinitely close to the speed of light, so the old man didn't dare to attack rashly.

"How dangerous, old man," Jon disturbed the old man with words.

"Likewise, young man."

Actually, Jon was also giving him an out, mainly to confirm the old man's true strength. After all, Jon had only felt it before, and it didn't count. Wilhelm's aura far exceeded Silva's, but the actual fight might not be that different.

This was mainly because Wilhelm was a martial artist from the Sky Arena, who needed to defeat his opponents with an overwhelming aura, creating an excellent visual effect. Silva was born into an assassin family, and didn't need long battles. In general, they would take the target's life in a very short amount of time.

Different fighting styles created different auras for the two. One was a roaring tiger in the forest, and the other was a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity. Both could threaten life, but Wilhelm's aura was undoubtedly stronger.

This old man's combat power was very strong. If Jon fought him head-on, he might lose. He could keep up with Silver Chariot's near-light-speed sword speed, and could quickly counterattack in such a fast attack, and gradually develop his advantages.

He was a very dangerous person, Jon looked at the old man warily.

The old man was also surprised by Jon's reaction speed and Silver Chariot's speed.

The dignified middle-aged man put down the hand he was about to raise, this slight movement. Did not escape Jon's eyes.

Sure enough, Jon guessed correctly, this middle-aged man was not a kind person either. Just now, Jon and the old man's battle was not something ordinary people could participate in. He just raised his hand to stop Jon and the old man, indicating that he was confident in stopping this fierce battle.

Jon squinted his eyes, without further words.

Satch was very happy, he didn't expect Jon's strength to be so strong, far beyond expectations. As long as these two people were transferred away and were responsible for different areas, it would be fine.

This time, the team's strength far exceeded Satch's previous expectations. This lineup could deal with B-level missions.

Satch breathed a sigh of relief, this time the certainty of the action was even greater. Huh, why do I have a bad feeling? Maybe it's just my imagination.

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