Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!"

Not far away, Joseph, enraged, was surrounded by a dazzling light.

It made him look like a warrior who had stepped out of mythology.

The Hermit's Purple on her wrist extended and wrapped around the Slit-Mouthed Woman's waist, with golden ripples flowing from the Hermit's Purple to the Slit-Mouthed Woman's body.

Luo Zhen always believed that Hermit Purple was more than just a powerful intelligence-gathering tool for Joseph.

This provided Joseph with more ideas and methods for his battles.

Perhaps for others, Hermit's Purple doesn't offer much help in combat.

But for Joseph, this is the most suitable stand-in.

Those Stands that are too complicated to use or rely on punching everything are not as useful to him as Hermit Purple.

"Gurgle—"

The slit-mouthed woman, entangled in ripples, let out a strange wail.

Joseph's face remained expressionless. With a slight flick of his wrist, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, entwined with the Purple of the Hermit, was lifted up by a sudden, immense force.

After flying into the air, it was slammed down hard.

"Looks like we don't need any help."

After handing Aki Tomoya over to the special forces soldier beside him, Rozen looked at the Slit-Mouthed Woman slowly rising from the smoke and dust.

I have to say, this looks much better.

Chapter 197 Unexpected Luck

The slit-mouthed woman who emerged from the smoke and dust lost her previous disguise.

The jagged gash revealed a long tongue stained with blood and mucus, making it look quite disgusting.

"What a disgusting monster."

With a flick of his wrist, Joseph looked at the Slit-Mouthed Woman with utter disgust.

If predation among animals is for survival, then this creature kills humans simply to satisfy its own desires.

It was born from human legends and it hates humans terribly.

Generally speaking, the strange things that originate from urban legends are influenced by the legends themselves.

In recent years, these urban legends have become increasingly shameful and disgraceful, and have even led to the emergence of numerous related works.

But the guy in front of me didn't seem to be affected.

"JOJO, do you need any help?"

Luo Zhen, who was standing at a distance, asked.

Although he felt Joseph might not need it, he still asked.

"No need."

Joseph responded with a smile, flexing his wrists.

His smile showed that Joseph was very confident.

"Ok."

Seeing Joseph's confident demeanor, Luo Zhen shrugged.

He probably guessed what Joseph was thinking.

I silently took a few steps back to avoid being accidentally injured.

When the smoke and dust completely cleared, the disheveled, slit-mouthed woman appeared before Joseph's eyes.

Logically speaking, its clothes should have become tattered after suffering such a severe injury.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

But the scene of spring sunshine that everyone was looking forward to did not happen.

Beneath the tattered clothing lay disgusting, blood-red muscle.

It looks like a lump of flesh that has grown wildly after losing its skin.

"Which version of this urban legend is this?"

Looking at the Slit-Mouthed Woman not far away, Joseph felt he had gained a new understanding of this urban legend.

I have a feeling that the person who wrote this urban legend must have a rather extreme taste.

Looking down at her own appearance, the Slit-Mouthed Woman remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly raising her head.

The already terrifying face appeared even more ferocious at this moment.

"Die! You damned humans!"

Wielding scissors, the Slit-Mouthed Woman charged at Joseph with a speed beyond human comprehension.

Joseph remained unmoved by this.

He simply raised his right hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp finger snap sounded.

A group of special forces soldiers wearing wearable armor rushed out from all corners of the street, raising their guns and spraying bullets at the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Specially made ammunition is fired from the muzzle.

Dozens of guns fired simultaneously without making much noise.

Once you leave this street, you probably won't hear anything at all.

"Hmph, idiot."

Joseph scoffed at the slit-mouthed woman lying on the ground.

Times have changed! You idiot!

There is no place for you urban legends anymore.

Amidst the hail of bullets, Joseph unconsciously struck a strange pose.

As the gunfire subsided, the slit-mouthed woman lying on the ground was on the verge of death.

If this slit-mouthed woman were to be cremated, it's estimated that two or three pounds of bullets would be burned out.

"Prepare for containment."

Joseph tapped the headset twice and addressed the task force soldiers.

Joseph was never someone who could rely on brute force to break through; his greatest weapon was his calm and collected mind, which he could always keep under control.

Except when Suji Q catches something wrong with you.

This is an act of God.

It is well known that an enraged woman is more terrifying than an extremist.

At least that group of people are still thinking about negotiating with you.

An enraged woman will not give you a chance to explain.

Afterwards, they'll criticize you for not being able to have a proper talk.

sigh.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After the Slit-Mouthed Woman was put into the containment box, Ryougi walked up to Joseph and said something.

Joseph has been quite busy lately.

Aside from further developing the Hermit's Purple, I've never stopped practicing Ripple.

Having already made a mistake once, he would never allow the tragedy to repeat itself.

If he had continued practicing Ripple techniques back then...

Perhaps if he had melted that bastard with Ripple in their very first encounter, all the tragedies that followed wouldn't have happened.

Don't doubt his talent.

As a man who could fight against Pillars after only a few months of practice, Joseph's talent for Ripple is truly genius-level.

During his trip to Egypt, he had not used Ripple for many years, and had not even maintained the most basic Ripple breathing.

After only a short period of practice before heading to Egypt, Joseph had already developed considerable combat prowess.

As he thought about what might happen in his world in the future, Joseph unconsciously clenched his fists.

Defeating Kaz isn't the end goal; he still needs to drag that bastard Dio out and take him down.

There's also that pink moldy octopus head and that fake priest with questionable sexual orientation.

However, Joseph became somewhat worried when he thought about this.

He was born in 1920 and left this world in 1938.

And those two guys, the pink moldy octopus head is from 1965, and Father Pucci seems to be from 1972.

Ugh, this is so annoying.

Ruffled his hair, Joseph decided to put aside thinking about the time issue for now.

There will be a solution then.

"It wasn't too difficult, after all, this guy is quite easy to deal with."

Joseph said nonchalantly.

Despite his elaborate arrangements and seemingly cautious approach, he remained unperturbed.

But he wasn't too worried about this strange creature that didn't have any special abilities.

He's not someone you can easily bully.

Although it was a little creepy to hear at first that these guys were the protagonists of ghost stories.

But later, after replacing their faces with Kars and Dio in his mind, Joseph found that he felt no fear at all.

Instead, he threw punches that were harder and harder, as if he wanted to smash that broken face to pieces.

"By the way, how many times has this guy done it?"

Turning his head, Joseph looked at Aki Tomoya and asked.

I have a feeling he'll be a very remarkable person in the future.

Having gone through so much, I'm still alive and well.

Putting everything else aside, their luck is probably off the charts.

"This is the 16th time."

With his hands on his hips, Luo Zhen sighed.

He was considering whether to remind Aki Tomoya to behave himself more closely the next day.

According to him recently, his luck always inexplicably turns bad for a period of time.

It felt like I used up all my luck at once.

But he had no recollection of anything lucky happening.

I've never had anything like winning the lottery or meeting a beautiful girl.

So it feels more like luck leaks out once it accumulates to a certain level.

In response, Luo Zhen could only offer an awkward but polite smile.

The next day, when Luo Zhen arrived at the classroom.

Sitting in his seat, Aki Tomoya seemed to be deep in thought, his glasses reflecting an eerie light.