Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Somewhat unexpectedly, the muscular man casually waved his hand and said...

Upon hearing this, the real man frowned deeply.

As a cursed spirit born from human malice, the real person is a very special existence among all cursed spirits.

Let alone ordinary people, they can't even harm ordinary cursed spirits.

Only attacks and weapons imbued with cursed power can kill cursed spirits.

Attacks containing cursed power are unlikely to cause effective damage; only attacks targeting the soul can truly harm the opponent.

For a real person, the soul is far more important than the body.

Even if the body is injured, it can 'heal' itself by modifying the shape of its soul.

Just like a player controlling a game character.

No matter how many times you kill characters in the game, you can't actually attack the player behind the computer screen in a real-world sense.

Except for those with poor psychological resilience who get angry easily.

An attack targeting the soul would be like going through the internet cable and slapping the person across the face.

Simple and effective.

The real person felt like they were happily playing a game when suddenly a hand reached out from the computer screen and slapped them.

"However, it doesn't necessarily have to be able to see the soul."

Joseph raised his hand and tilted his head to look at the real person kneeling on the ground.

The slowly retracting purple vines came into the real person's view.

At first, Joseph himself wasn't entirely confident that he could use his Stand to inflict damage on the guy.

After all, although Stands are products of physical and mental energy, they are affected by the Stand user themselves.

Of course, it may not always be accurate.

For example, 'What does Jotaro Kujo's serious injury have to do with my invincible Star Platinum?'

Ahem, I've gone a little off-topic.

Joseph originally intended to use Ripple to beat it up if the Stand didn't work.

After all, the ripples themselves simulate the energy of the sun, which has a restraining effect on this kind of creature.

At worst, I'll just treat it as a gua sha treatment.

The pressure Joseph faced when he fought the Pillar Man was far greater than this thing.

Cursed spirit?

Ah.

Joseph said it was nothing to him.

However, since the Stand works, the problem becomes much simpler.

Without giving the real person a chance to continue speaking, Joseph suddenly swung his arm.

The purple vines coiled around the real person like serpents.

As a whip used for attack, the Hermit's Purple is somewhat inadequate.

However, it's more than enough for temporarily restricting enemy movement.

"Tsk!"

With a slightly annoyed click of his tongue, the real person quickly left the spot.

The background of this muscular man is currently unknown, and he certainly doesn't want a direct confrontation.

It's true that it has a problem with its brain, but it's not that it doesn't have a brain.

During the run, the real man's arm twisted and transformed into a spiked hammer-spear.

A weapon similar to that of the constellation Barbatos Sirius.

The difference is that it has many sharp spikes that gleam coldly.

The human and the cursed spirit clashed repeatedly on this highway, and both gained a general understanding of their enemy.

'His abilities are indeed troublesome, but this guy is practically a blank slate when it comes to combat.'

Joseph made this judgment in his mind as he hooked his fingers around the scarf and gently tugged at it.

It's not that this cursed spirit hasn't experienced battle.

Rather, it's that this guy's intentions and some of his techniques in combat are too crude and straightforward.

Come to think of it, with such powerful abilities and an information gap, most people would be instantly killed if they faced such a person.

Combat skills are not that important.

Besides these, Joseph thought about many other things.

For example, the fighting style of this cursed spirit, or its thought process, etc.

A calm mind and cautious thinking are Joseph Joestar's weapons in battle.

The real person on the other side had much simpler thoughts than Joseph.

'Damn humans.'

He bit his fingers impatiently, his eyes filled with a sinister look.

In the brief exchange just now, it felt like it was being completely led around, like an obedient domestic dog.

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, Joseph's eyes were calm and collected.

Fight calmly, find the enemy's weaknesses in battle, and then win.

The purple Hermit's Purple wrapped around Joseph's fist, forming a thorny gauntlet.

A strong smell of gunpowder permeated the air between the person and the spirit of the curse.

The burning car was crackling and popping not far away.

Chapter 482 Joseph's Battle Tactics

The last rays of light disappeared at the edge of the horizon, announcing the official arrival of night.

Darkness shrouds the earth; throughout the 25-year history of Homo sapiens, night has been a symbol of terror.

When night falls, all humans need to do is return to their homes.

The monsters in those stories always choose to appear when night falls.

Daytime belongs to humans, nighttime belongs to monsters.

However, in the darkness, there will always be someone who holds up a torch to bring light and hope.

On the nameless mountain road, golden light danced continuously.

A fleeting shadow was cast on the bare mountainside exposed to the vegetation.

Even from a fleeting glimpse, one could tell that it was a burly figure.

Besides the burly figure, one could vaguely see inhuman claws reaching out towards it from the edge of the light.

"Hermit Purple!"

A deep, powerful voice rang out on the highway, and the waving purple vines unfurled several fleshy chains in the air, resembling chainsaws.

Although it is described as having a fleshy texture, it has a metallic sheen at the joints and ends.

After a brief pause in the air, the long chain rapidly contracted and returned to the real person, slowly wriggling back into the shape of fingers.

"As a human being, you're quite good."

With his head bowed, the real person spoke slowly.

The peculiar tone of voice suggested that he was enduring something.

'tick'

A few drops of scarlet blood fell onto the highway.

The man raised his head, his face bearing a large charred mark, his expression shifting between light and dark.

This attack was left by Joseph using Hermit's Purple, which was imbued with powerful ripples.

The methods that real people used to use to eliminate injuries by modifying their soul form were extremely ineffective against this kind of attack.

The charred skin still faintly revealed tender, pink muscles.

Such an injury, enough to make an ordinary person cover their face and kneel on the ground in pain, is nothing more than a minor, insignificant injury to a real person.

It is not worth mentioning this cursed spirit that can arbitrarily change the physical form.

If it wanted, it could even transfer the flesh from its buttocks to its face.

............

Let's forget about it; it just feels weird to do it this way.

"As human excrement, you're not bad either."

With one eye slightly closed, Joseph spoke sarcastically in his distinctive tone.

He heard this word from Luo Zhen.

The mockery effect was surprisingly good.

Also.

After all, these guys consider themselves 'new humans'.

Being called human excrement is probably a huge insult.

Upon hearing Joseph's words, the real man's face twitched involuntarily.

But in the end, he managed to restrain his resentment and impulse.

The battle just now has shown what happens when you act impulsively in front of this human.

The severed hand, covered in stitches, lying on the ground not far away, silently testifies to this.

Joseph tapped his fingers lightly on the tactical belt at his waist as his gaze swept back and forth across the highway.

To be honest, he didn't really like such an open space.

He prefers slightly more complex terrain, which makes many of the deployments during battles much easier.

Just like no one can beat Jackie Chan in a furniture store.

In truth, Joseph's early days did have a profound impact on his later fighting style.

After all, the other party is a pillar who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and his strength and combat experience are far superior to his.

He was merely a Ripple user with 'some talent', and had only been training for a few months.

It's really difficult to defeat your opponent head-on without using some tactics and tricks.

This may be a characteristic of the JoJo world.

Although it is said that one force can overcome all laws, it is difficult for any force in that world to ignore all conspiracies and tricks.

This was especially true after the era of Stands.

Those who were once invincible have basically all fallen from grace.

To win a battle, you must constantly think.

'But in the end, it's just a human being.'

A hint of a smile flashed in Makoto's eyes as he looked at the ripples on Joseph's body that had stopped shining sometime ago.

In the previous battles, the strange golden energy on this human was used less and less frequently, and its brilliance was far less than before.

They mostly fight using purple thorns as cover.

The scales of victory seem to be tilting in its favor without it even realizing it.