One Piece's Bizzare Adventure

Diavolo was both shocked and furious.

"It's impossible! This space is my domain! I absolutely refuse to acknowledge this!"

"Oh my, are you frightened? My apologies, I only consider the feelings of beautiful women, not how a pink octopus-headed middle-aged man feels," Jon shrugged.

"To be honest, this color doesn't suit you."

In just a few words, ten seconds passed, and the ability of 'King Crimson' quietly expireed.

Upon exiting the Time Erasure state, Diavolo, sweating profusely, hastily retreated several meters, quickly widening the distance between him and Jon.

Seeing this, Jon was certain.

Plan successful~

In reality, he had no idea what Diavolo said or did during the 'time erasure' phase.

He simply muttered those words earlier at random.

'King Crimson' in action always created a sense of discord in the air.

Ordinary people might not notice it, but with Color of Observation Haki, Jon could detect this subtle anomaly.

So, when the environment changed, Jon deliberately said those words.

Sure enough, Diavolo fell for it.

"You and your Stand pose no threat to me. I advise you to surrender."

Convinced that Diavolo wouldn't dare to activate 'time erasure' again, Jon took a decisive step forward with an imposing presence.

Unexpectedly, this simple step almost made Diavolo collapse from the psychological pressure it brought.

"Don't come any closer!" His face contorted as he warned loudly, "Don't come near me!"

Hearing this, Jon actually stopped, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your heart isn't as strong as you think, Diavolo. If you truly had no fear, you wouldn't entertain thoughts of 'erasing' yourself. You're afraid. Afraid of your enemies, and even afraid of your subordinates. Because you know, your abilities are not absolute, and there are many ways in this world to kill you."

Bluntly speaking, Diavolo's ability to expand the organization and grow it over the decades was all thanks to one word — complacency.

But unfortunately, this time, he encountered an enemy who thoroughly understood him — a hardcore JoJo fan.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Diavolo shouted, drawing curious glances from passersby.

Jon, not letting Diavolo have his way, continued, "People like you, even with powerful abilities, are just strong rats in the gutter, unable to rise to the surface in their entire lives."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I'll make you shut up!"

Diavolo swore to the god that he had never been this angry before.

Every word that black-haired kid said felt like a sharp knife plunging into his unguarded heart.

Diavolo gritted his teeth, "I am a man destined to reach the top. How can I, be defeated by a brat like you! King Crimson!"

His Stand with two faces swiftly attacked, and Jon's eyes lit up.

Bring it on!

"Ora Ora Ora Ora!"

With Color of Arms Haki and Overdrive-enhanced strength, Jon fought against 'King Crimson' without hesitation.

Diavolo couldn't help but gasp in shock.

When King Crimson went all out, its punches capable of punching through steel plates like they were nothing.

What kind of monster had he provoked!

"Tekkai!"

In the blink of an eye, Jon threw a powerful punch, shattering the second face on 'King Crimson's' forehead!

Though Stands came in various forms, there weren't many as ugly as 'King Crimson' had become.

To be honest, he had long been annoyed by this thing that drove him insane.

"Argh!"

As the Stand was injured, its user suffered as well.

Diavolo cried out in pain and suddenly entertained the idea of escaping.

It was not that he didn't want to fight, but he truly couldn't win.

The pink octopus head wanted to escape. However, Jon didn't give him the chance to do so.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed the shoulder of 'King Crimson' with his left hand, clenched his right fist, and smashed it down onto the monstrous face of 'King Crimson'.

This punch directly shattered Diavolo's visage!

'King Crimson' could no longer hold on, retreating back into Diavolo's unconscious body as he collapsed.

Jon rubbed his neck.

Was it over already?

He hadn't even gotten started yet.

"Scream all you want."

Diavolo's bleeding figure caused quite a commotion.

Jon raised an eyebrow.

To ordinary people, he probably looked like a lunatic punching thin air.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of those unnecessary thoughts, he shouted to the crowd, "I'm an undercover police in the middle of chasing a fugitive. It's dangerous here, so you all better leave!"

Undercover?

Fugitive?

At Jon's words, the commotion around them calmed down somewhat.

Suddenly, Diavolo, who had lost the ability to move, regained consciousness. 'King Crimson,' like a speeding arrow, aimed straight for Jon's vital points.

"Fooled you! This was my plan all along!"

Diavolo laughed maniacally, as if he could already see his enemy die by his hands.

"This is a 'trial.' Only by overcoming immature pasts can people grow. I'll accept this victory. I am Diavolo!"

Boom!

The deadly punch of 'King Crimson' was undeniably terrifying.

Diavolo jumped up as he smiled from ear to ear.

At that moment, a voice rang out.

"What's so funny? Tell me, I want to laugh too."

The laughter abruptly stopped.

"You!" Diavolo stared daggers, "How—"

Jon snapped his fingers, "Your next line is, 'How are you not dead.'"

"How are you not dead!"

After speaking, Diavolo desperately covered his mouth.

A slight smirk appeared on Jon's lips, proud like a war god in a short video novel advertisement.

"The answer is simple, your 'King Crimson' is too weak."

Before mastering Ripple, Jon was already tough enough with his trained body. Even Star Platinum couldn't break his defense if he used Ripple.

For example, Jon now was like a heavily armored warrior with full physical defense but lacking magical resistance.

"I don't believe it! I passed the 'trial' and should have gained the power to control the future!"

Diavolo's heart was like a fragile glass sword.

High attack, paper-thin defense.

Jon's single sentence had already shaken him.

So, this pink octopus head was pathetic after all!

Jon couldn't be bothered with more talk.

Amidst the onlookers, he threw a punch.

Fighting evil was everyone's responsibility.

Take that!