Jon vs Man in the Mirror

"Jon."

"Hmm?"

"At the age of 18, why don't you go to school like Jotaro and Kakyoin?"

"I've been practicing Ripple since I was young, my senses and memory are exceptional, and I've already obtained a university diploma. Of course, I don't need to go to school anymore."

"That's impressive!"

"Not really."

"Jon."

"What now?"

"Mr. Joseph also knows Ripple, right? Why..."

"He's just lazy, didn't stick with it. But, don't underestimate my old man, he defeated the 'Pillar Men' and saved the world when he was young!"

"That's impressive!"

"Not really."

"Jon."

"What is it?"

"I'm thinking, does it really make sense for Jotaro to take exams? His 'Star Platinum' can stop time now, can't he just copy off of anyone he wants?"

"Dumbass, if you think the only purpose of 'Star Platinum' is to cheat on exams, then I can only say you're a shallow man."

"Are you saying..."

"Hehehe."

Jon and Polnareff exchanged a glance, showing a knowing smile shared among men.

Avdol went to send a telegram, leaving only the two of them in the abandoned factory.

They couldn't just sit there, so they chatted aimlessly.

"Jon."

"I'm here."

"After this is over, let's have some 'fun.'"

"Sure."

"No no no, you don't understand what I mean."

"I'm pretty sure I do."

"Oh, this..."

"It's okay, I'm already an adult."

"OK, then it's settled!"

Polnareff gave a thumbs up.

Jon was puzzled.

"Wait, let me see your hand."

"Huh?"

Polnareff was a bit confused but obediently spread out his hand.

After checking several times with Color of Observation Haki, Jon's expression changed.

He suddenly stood up, "There's an enemy!"

Enemy!

Polnareff's relaxed expression vanished as he summoned his Stand, Silver Chariot, without hesitation.

"Oh my, found out already."

Under their gaze, a young man with braided hair entered the factory.

Although the youth seemed polite, there was a hint of arrogance in his tone, "As I suspected, you are also Stand users, but it's a pity. Since you've seen me, it means your time is up."

"Who are you?"

Polnareff asked annoyedly.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Illuso, member of the Hitman Team of the Passione."

Illuso snapped his fingers, and his humanoid Stand with orange sunglasses slowly appeared.

Instantly, Jon and Polnareff felt dizzy.

The environment around them subtly changed.

Illuso spread out his hands.

"Welcome to the Mirror World."

"Bastard."

Polnareff cursed.

He pointed at Illuso, "Silver Chariot, attack!"

But nothing happened.

His reliable Stand, Silver Chariot, inexplicably disappeared!

Polnareff was shocked.

"What's going on?"

"Unfortunately, the Mirror World created by the Man in the Mirror' is my invincible domain, which means you've been deprived of the ability to use your Stand."

Illuso seemed even more confident in the Mirror World.

At this moment, Jon suddenly spoke up, "Invincible?"

"You can try."

Illuso crossed his arms, controlling the Man in the Mirror to approach them.

Polnareff broke out in a cold sweat and whispered, "Looks like we have to face it head-on."

Unexpectedly, Jon shook his head.

"No need, I can handle this alone."

So arrogant? Even Illuso, whose eyelids were twitching, felt that Jon was pushing his luck.

"Pretty bold. Without your Stand, you're nothing but a stray dog in my eyes. Man in the Mirror, kill him!"

Although the boss had said to try to capture the enemy alive, Illuso decided to kill Jon.

Not for anything else, but simply couldn't stand his arrogant attitude.

"Roar!"

The appearance of Man in the Mirror' was like a punk middle-aged man with sunglasses, fierce and intimidating.

Jon took a deep breath.

"Golden Overdrive."

Threads of golden arcs danced on his body.

Illuso sensed something instinctively ominous.

In the blink of an eye!

Jon clashed with Man in the Mirror.

Fists collided, emitting a heart-pounding loud sound.

Illuso was shocked almost to the point of disbelief.

Exchanging blows with a Stand with sheer physical strength alone?

What the hell?

Although Man in the Mirror wasn't known for its strength, its destructive power was at least at C-level.

Being able to stand toe to toe barehandedly was outrageous!

"Is that all?"

Jon sneered, looking disdainful.

Little brother, the power of your Stand is far inferior to Star Platinum.

"Ora!"

With a punch, he shattered the sunglasses of Man in the Mirror.

"Ora Ora!"

Two more punches, deforming the face of Man in the Mirror directly.

Illuso suppressed the urge to vomit blood, without thinking, he wanted to escape.

No more fighting.

This kid is really something!

"Hmph, trying to run?"

Jon wasn't stupid.

Seeing Illuso trying to flee, he suddenly burst into astonishing speed, his body leaving afterimages, instantly rushing toward Illuso.

"You!"

Illuso never expected that Jon didn't go all out in the fight against Man in the Mirror.

"Color of Arms Haki and Overdrive-enhanced Rokuogan!"

Stacking, everything can be stacked.

Jon, the master of buffs, struck Illuso's chest with an impeccable Rokuogan.

"Boom!"

Muscles collapsed, tendons shattered.

Illuso fainted and was sent flying.

The Mirror World shattered suddenly!

"Phew~ Finally."

Escaping from the Mirror World, Polnareff breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his face changed, and he suddenly spat out blood.

In the distance, the members of the assassination team besieging Silver Chariot couldn't help but stop their actions.

"What? Illuso actually failed!"

"Isn't the ability of Man in the Mirror supposed to be absolute?"

"Now is not the time to talk, go, don't give them a chance to react!"

As they spoke, the three let go of Silver Chariot and turned to rush towards Jon and Polnareff.

"Cough cough cough, you damn bastards!"

Except for long-range Stands like Black Sabbath, most users received the feedback when their Stand took damage.

Polnareff felt like his internal organs were burning, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Jon frowned.

He protected Polnareff and engaged with the three.

Although the "Hitman Team" at this time was still premature, most of the troublesome guys were here.

Risotto Nero.

Prosciutto.

Ghiaccio.

Thinking of the abilities of their Stand, Jon's eyes flashed with seriousness.

Trouble was coming.