The rules of the West are so simple and crude.

"certainly!"

The two said in unison.

Jero pouted.

Two against one.

No face left.

As expected, Jon on the field also shook his head, "Sorry, I can't accept your challenge..."

The fat and thin duo didn't care.

Looking at each other, the two were trying to decide who would duel with 'Jon Joestar' first.

Unexpectedly, Jon's next words would be immediately blocked by them.

"Because you are definitely no match for me. If you want to fight to the death, just find eight more companions."

Everyone:.......

I've seen crazy people.

I’ve never seen anyone so crazy!

One against ten.

Even if each person only has one revolver, there are still sixty bullets!

How dare he.

Why would he dare?

Jero opened his mouth and was speechless.

There are mountain high mountain.

One person is more promiscuous than the other.

no matter what the result is.

‘Jon Joestar’, this name is destined to become a legend today!

certainly.

It's not certain what kind of legend it is.

Perhaps it was Jon's 'arrogant attitude' that offended the proud cowboys, or perhaps the temptation of $50,000 and a good horse was too great.

In just seven or eight breaths, there were ten people on the field.

When there are a lot of people, people watching the excitement don’t dare to move too far forward.

After all, bullets have no eyes.

If you are accidentally injured, there will be no place to cry.

Jero made the same choice as most people. He retreated into the buildings on both sides of the street and quietly observed the situation outside through the dilapidated shutters.

Phew~

The wind blows and the grass rolls.

Adding a bit of chilling air.

Without anyone giving an order, the ten greedy men raised their pistols in unison.

Jon lowered the wide-brimmed hat on his head.

He raised his head and smiled gently, "Gentlemen, welcome to hell."

...

...

In my ears, gunfire kept ringing.

Johnny Joestar stared blankly at everything in front of him, his brain completely shut down.

He was originally a genius in the American horse racing world, but due to an accident, his lower body was paralyzed. Feeling that his life was hopeless, he came to the starting point of the 'S.B.R' competition alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the camp, he would be involved in an extremely bad "shooting incident"!

In the sight, a young man wearing a long trench coat looks like a ghost. He avoids the rain of bullets accurately and quickly with agility that is impossible for ordinary people to develop.

Then, a golden arc appeared out of thin air, filling Johnny's eyes.

Swear to God!

At that moment, every cell in his body was cheering for joy.

Like a thirsty traveler longing for sweet spring rain and dew.

His barren body also longs for those 'arcs'!

Breathing suddenly became rapid.

In ecstasy and shock.

Johnny even forgot about his dangerous situation.

It wasn't until a stray bullet hit his left shoulder that he suddenly realized that he couldn't stay here for long!

"Hiss~"

Johnny took a breath.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he pushed the wheelchair desperately to escape from here.

However, after sliding a few meters away, Johnny gritted his teeth, stopped what he was doing, and faced the fierce battlefield again.

Death is not scary.

Life is worse than death!

He stared intently at the man in the trench coat.

Watch each other's every move.

Dodge, punch, point, kick...

So beautiful.

Simply art!

He had never seen such a shocking performance.

In the smoke.

In the scream.

That man was like a world-famous master, carving his work with great patience.

I do not know how long it has been.

The wind stopped.

The killings subsided.

The man in the long trench coat suddenly turned around and pressed the brim of his hat to Johnny who was not far away.

as if......

A grand finale.

"Hmm." Johnny swallowed and subconsciously wanted to applaud.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, the severe pain in his shoulder brought him back to reality.

Seeing this scene, the man in the trench coat approached with a smile.

"Are you injured?" He glanced at Johnny's shoulder, "Don't move, I'll help you."

Johnny opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The man in the trench coat hooked his fingers, and the bullet embedded in his shoulder was taken out by an unknown mysterious force.

Johnny was in pain, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead.

At this moment, the man in the trench coat put his hand on his wound.

The golden arc dances.

Johnny was stunned at first.

Immediately, his whole body began to tremble with pleasure.

Extremely pure life energy flowed through his limbs and bones, and his wounds actually improved visibly!

Not only that, even the unconscious lower body felt a rare numbness.

Miracle......
To be continued...