American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

Chapter 174 This only allowed you to live a little longer! (Sigh!)

"All you ever do is play these little tricks, JOJO! You think you can beat me just by switching to a yellow Stand?!" Arthur Harlow, enraged, swung his scepter, unleashing divine power as he attacked Jon Snow.

But is this tactic still effective now?

Know that what you are standing before you now is Jon Yowick, a man with no weaknesses, only twenty years old, in a calm state, and possessing the remains of a saint!

Faced with such a slow laser beam, it is utterly vulnerable in the face of a world comparable to Platinum Star!

Besides, who said his mental energy was exhausted? That's just what Arthur Harlow thought!

Jon Snow also had the ability to rewrite reality twice: once to rewrite the world, and once to rewrite a reality imbued with spiritual power. This is the truth.

Even if you figure out Platinum Star's abilities, what's the use!

"Hmph." Jon's mind stirred, and his Stand World, with its wicked eyes instantly turning fierce, immediately stood in front of him, its swift right fist meeting the attack head-on.

"Muda!!!!" With this roar, Haro's invincible divine laser, which could even easily penetrate the human body, was shattered by this casual punch.

"Boxer briefs! Boxer briefs!!" Jon wiped the blood from his head, his face grim as he pointed at the stunned Arthur Harlow opposite him. "I, Jon Yowick, though labeled a villain by the world! I'll fight my enemies mercilessly, and someone's still lying in the hospital; I'll beat up any teacher who tries to intimidate me at school; and skipping out on meals at bad restaurants is commonplace for me!"

"But even someone like me can distinguish disgusting evil! True evil is the wanton exploitation and trampling of the weak for one's own benefit!!"

"And what's more, you even tried to harm my Skye! Hmm!!" The world behind Jon clashed its fists together, staring intently at the enemy before it. "So, I'll use the world to punish you!"

After all, Platinum Star's time stop has cooled down, but the world's time stop hasn't!

As soon as he finished speaking, he took slow, unsteady steps, approaching Arthur Harlow step by step! Step by step, faster and faster, faster and faster! He went from walking to running! At this moment, his heavily injured body unleashed unimaginable speed!

Blood gushed wildly from the wound, gradually staining the hem of the black trench coat red. After the run, shocking bloody footprints were left in the alley.

At this moment, Jon's vampire bloodline is frantically draining life energy to repair his body, using Ripple to relieve pain, and controlling the secretion of adrenaline—this is the truth behind his ability to run.

Simply put, it's just a matter of putting on a brave face.

But there's no time to worry about that now; the two have already reached the final round.

Broken bones? Excruciating pain? Blood loss? Severe injuries? None of that mattered anymore. Jon had only one thought in his mind: to kill this bastard!

Therefore, it doesn't matter if I have to use that trashy father's substitute! Because true enlightenment begins now! Only one person can walk out of this alley alive!

"Before me, Jon Yowick, I will never err due to wavering resolve! In other words—" Jon's calm shattered instantly, replaced by suppressed rage, "You bastard Harold!!! I'm going to kill you!!!!"

How did his Stand turn into this yellow thing? The World? What about Star Platinum? And why do I still feel uneasy even though his time stop has been used?

Wait! Why is such rousing music suddenly playing in my ears? What's going on?

"JOJO! What have you done?!" Arthur Haro's scepter erupted with a dazzling purple light, his eyes filled with rage. "And don't you understand?!"

"If Amit rules the world, everyone will be saved! The future world will be inhabited by innocent people; it will be a perfect utopia!!!"

"Your family will also be happy and fulfilled! The only price he'll pay is having to weed out some weeds from the world!!!"

A massive chain, formed from Amit's divine power, was released from the scepter and hurtled towards Jon! Clearly, Arthur Harlow had become increasingly adept at wielding divine power over time!

"Muda mata mata!!" Jon didn't stop. He knew that the world would clear away anything that stood in his way! Whatever it was!

"Wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood!!!!"

Sure enough, the next second, the chains of divine power were easily torn apart by the world's power, comparable to that of the Platinum Star! Countless purple divine powers scattered in all directions!

Just like it says, it's useless!

"Hmph, a futile struggle!" Golden flames erupted from Jon Snow's body, his crimson eyes fixed on Arthur Harlow. "This has only prolonged your life a little longer!"

As the execution music reached its climax, he closed in on Arthur Harlow; in other words, Arthur Harlow had entered the world's firing range!

"Now, let me show you the true power of the world!" He leaped high into the air, arrogantly spreading his arms wide, and shouted, "Smash! Valudo!!!"

Before the words were even finished, a suffocating sense of oppression suddenly descended, freezing the space! Time itself was gripped and frozen by an invisible giant hand, and the blood floating in the air was instantly stilled.

The horror in Arthur Harlow's eyes didn't even have time to fully form before it was frozen deep in his pupils.

This is the Absolute Territory that once belonged to Dio Brando, a world capable of stopping time, and it has once again demonstrated its absolute dominance in this new world!

In this greyish world where only Jon Snow could move, he stood before Arthur Harlow. Behind him stood the towering golden figure—the world itself—standing silently.

The next second, anger appeared on the world's indifferent face. Its hand, covered with golden armor and with hard lines, was raised high, leaving a visible trail as it aimed directly at its unsuspecting opponent's head.

"Muda!"

With a snap, Arthur Harlow's head exploded like a bursting watermelon, scattering unidentified objects everywhere, his face still bearing that same expression of shock and uncertainty.

Then, the real barrage began. Jon's will moved the world. This stand that once belonged to Dio Brando became incredibly obedient in his hands, as if it were his own arm.

In an instant, its fists blurred, countless fist shadows layered upon each other, dense and impenetrable. Each impact caused Arthur Haro's frozen body to produce visible, ripple-like shock waves in the stillness of time.

Each punch landed precisely on the most vulnerable and fatal points of the human body: the heart, throat, temples, joints, and spine. And yet, each punch carried immense power.

This is the absolute aesthetics of violence under the ultimate precision control; the world's fists are like scalpels, precisely dismantling Arthur Harlow's life.

During this time, Jon Snow even closed his eyes slightly, but the cruel smile mixed with anger on his lips never faded. He said calmly, "Time... begins to flow."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the destructive power accumulated from the hundreds and thousands of terrifying blows that had been suppressed before exploded in Arthur Harlow's body with a loud bang, accompanied by the dense sound of bones breaking!

In the instant time resumed, immense kinetic energy was released! His body trembled violently, and he was violently thrown away, tracing a beautiful parabola before crashing heavily onto the street in the distance, completely losing his ability to resist.

The incarnation of the evil god Amit—the founder of the Amit Order—Arthur Haro! He can no longer rise again!!!

"Hmph... This is the price for challenging me, Jon. How... short and boring." As the victor, Jon struck the JOJO pose and made his final declaration.

But his cool demeanor lasted only three seconds. Just as he struck the pose, everything went black, his body went limp uncontrollably, and he collapsed to his knees, completely losing his fighting ability.

Jon raised his trembling hand, pressed the earpiece, and whispered in a weak voice, "Guys, is there anyone who can help me up? Thank you, I'm fucking begging for mercy."

Before he could finish speaking, a roar came from not far behind him! He hurriedly turned around and saw the Hulk's strong figure leap up.

"Hulk, smash!!"

The enraged Hulk leaped into the air and slammed heavily into the face of the evil god Amit! One hand gripped the scales on his body tightly, while the other swung its fist wildly! The dull thud echoed above everyone's heads.

The scales on the face of the evil god Amit were actually cracked by Hulk! But the next second, Amit's claws grabbed Hulk as if he were an insect and threw him away violently!

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!!!" Hulk's body slid rapidly down the street and finally crashed in front of Jon, the two staring at each other awkwardly.

"Hulk? Are you alright?" Jon swallowed hard. If Hulk beat him up again now, he would really be going to meet his father in heaven.

"Worthy Jon, hmph!" Hulk snorted angrily, seemingly without any intention to attack, but instead stared at the tall Amit again, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

"Hulk! Stop!! Find another target to smash! As long as no one gets hurt, you can tear down Cairo as you like, I'll pay for it!!!" Jon shouted as soon as he saw this.

"Big monster!" Hulk hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the evil god Amit in the distance, clearly indicating that he still wanted to smash that one.

"Hey, we're friends, right? The kind who fight side by side! Can't you lend me a hand, Hulk?" Jon tried to say.

"Hmph, weakling friend." Hulk's face was full of dissatisfaction, but he still bent down, picked Jon up, and jumped towards a safe place!

At the same time, Moon Knight was rushing towards the fallen Haro; and on the other side, Lyra, transformed into a scarlet scarab, also flew over—announcing that the battle was finally coming to an end.

Amit also noticed the situation of his avatar, and he was at a critical moment, about to fully burst into the physical world.

At this moment, He absolutely cannot allow His incarnation to be brought into the Pantheon, otherwise He will lose completely.

The consequences of failure are also clear: first, all the power He usurped would be returned to His master, and He Himself would revert to being a soul-devouring beast beside Anubis, rather than a god.

But since this is a high-stakes gamble, it's not a complete loss yet! As long as Arthur Harlow doesn't get hurt!

"Laila, once Haro has recovered, I'll break the Ami Privilege Scepter," Mark said in a deep voice, gripping the scepter that seemed to want to fly back to its master.

"Hmm," Lyra, who had just transformed into a scarlet scarab, hadn't fully recovered yet, "but did you see that? JoJo was carried away by the Hulk. I didn't expect the Avengers to be here too."

"You guys are saying that JoJo was carried away by the Hulk?" Skye, the vibrating woman, descended from the sky and landed back on the battlefield, just in time to hear this. "Is it true?"

"Yes, but you are..." Mark switched to Steven, but before he could explain in detail, Skye sent another shockwave flying, shrugging, "What's wrong with her?"

"Damn it, can you two stop chatting?!" Kong Su, now pinned to the ground by Amit and looking utterly disheveled, roared, "Break Amit's privilege staff right now!"

"Alright, then you handle this, buddy." Steven switched back to Mark, transforming from the Moonlight Gentleman back into the Moonlight Knight, and said in a deep voice, "Leave it to me."

Mark glanced to the side and exerted force with both hands, but the Ami Privilege Staff was a divine artifact and could not be easily broken, not to mention that it was also very hard!

"Hmph! Wishful thinking!" Seeing this, Amit's massive body reached out without hesitation, with a powerful sense of oppression, and grabbed at the two insects on the ground.

His movements were not swift, but rather slow and deliberate, his arms descending heavily and steadily, ignoring all obstacles with the composure of a predator.

"Damn it!" Mark's pupils contracted, and he strained even harder with his arms, but this damned scepter was simply too difficult to bend. He cursed, "Damn it!!! Aaaaaah!!!!"

He roared, veins bulging on his arms, and the scepter cracked and shattered, but the huge, cracked hand was already in front of him, and Mark could even feel the powerful whooshing sound of air being cut through!

In that instant, a cracking sound rang out, and the space in front of Mark shattered like a mirror! Amit's enormous hand slammed into it, but no matter how hard he tried, his hand couldn't move an inch!

"The incarnation of the moon goddess Kongsu, the Fist of Vengeance, Max Specter." A clear, cold female voice came from the street corner.

"Who!" Mark looked up at the sound and saw a man wearing a wide yellow monk's robe, with a slender figure and a monk-like demeanor, walking slowly towards him.

She raised her fair arm, pulled back her hood, and with a casual wave and turn, the surrounding buildings shifted and spliced ​​together.

The face beneath the hood possesses both Eastern and Western features, with soft yet exceptionally firm lines, and clear, deep eyes that seem to pierce through thousands of years of history.

The signs of age in her brows also hinted at her age—she was an elderly woman.

Although she looks young, there is no doubt that she is an old woman. Time seems to have left its mark on her, yet it also seems to have bypassed her. It is contradictory, yet perfectly natural.

"Amit? I come from Kamar-Taj. You've caused a great deal of trouble." The Ancient One raised her head, her eyes showing neither anger nor fear, only scrutiny. "Now, in the name of the Sorcerer Supreme, I will banish you from the real world."

"Karmar-Taj? Heh, what's that?" Amit's enormous eyes glowed purple, attempting to devour the soul of the person before him. However, a spark appeared in his vision, instantly igniting his eyes!

He cried out in agony, "Aaaaaah!!!! Who are you?!"

It's not surprising that Amit reacted this way. When she was sealed away, the Ancient One hadn't even been born yet. Moreover, as the strongest Sorcerer Supreme in the last thousand years, her future was not something anyone could foresee.

"I've already said that." The Ancient One put her right hand behind her back, her expression nonchalant, as if dealing with a trivial matter. "It's time to end this, Amit."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slightly raised her fingertips, and the surrounding streets and tall buildings were like fragile pieces of paper, folded and flipped by an invisible giant hand, instantly sealing the unwilling evil god Amit into a chaotic labyrinth of light and shadow.

Having done all this, before the Moon Knight could question her, the ring on her hand glowed faintly. With a gentle wave, a portal appeared out of thin air and sent the two of them directly to the Pantheon.

The Ancient One herself flew into the sky, her hands forming a strange hand gesture. The next second, a green light emanated from her chest, and countless mysterious magic arrays unfolded, enveloping the entire city of Cairo.

"Ancient One, you!" Kong Su was about to speak when he saw Ancient One in the sky gently raise her hand, and an immense and irresistible force suddenly pressed down, directly crushing him to the ground.

To the Ancient One, Egyptian gods? The evil god Amit? They were nothing more than stray dogs on the roadside, easily dealt with with a single kick.

Inside the Pantheon, Mark and Lyra placed Arthur on the stone platform, broke the Staff of Amy, and began reciting the incantation taught to them by Konstantin.

On the other side, atop a tall building, Hulk and Jon Snow stared in disbelief at the massive magic circle enveloping the entire city. They looked at each other speechlessly, their eyes filled with shock.

Kamar-Taj? Wait, is that the Ancient One? Aren't sorcerers supposed to live in seclusion? Why are they suddenly appearing? Or are they simply not afraid of being exposed?

"Damn it!" Jon's expression turned serious. He tried to press the earpiece to say something, but his movements suddenly became incredibly slow. "Quick...get...away..."

At this moment, the Ancient One had already flown high into the sky, so naturally she wasn't afraid of being seen. Why? Because the spell she was about to cast would not only reclaim all the devoured souls but also erase their memories.

This is the Oblivion Curse recorded in Kamar-Taj.

Just as Doctor Strange made the world forget Spider-Man's true identity in the future, the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, will also make all ordinary people forget this unpleasant experience tonight.

"Fuck..." Jon Snow, slowed by the power of the Time Stone, hadn't even uttered that curse when the magic circle in the sky activated along with the Pantheon's ritual.

The next second, a vast golden light flashed, sweeping over everyone like an irresistible wave. The Ancient One's specially modified amnesia spell, accompanied by incantations, caused countless souls to return.

"Wow, that's spectacular." Jon's eyelids were drooping, his body already at its limit. He muttered, "Looks like I'll have to go to the hospital again?"

This is really bad. This injury is more serious than any before: lung damage, internal organ displacement, and more than ten fractures throughout the body.

Furthermore, without thinking it through, he completely lost consciousness.

at the same time.

Ordinary citizens gathered somewhere in the city, witnessing the scene with shock, their memories of Amit and Arthur Haro gradually fading away.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary people. For those like Jon who fought in the city, their memories were preserved, like precious gifts, turning into an unforgettable fantasy adventure.

A day later, at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s private hospital in New York, a large group of professional doctors gathered in a conference room, urgently discussing something.

The reason is simple: Jon Snow's body, still recovering from serious injuries, had been through another fierce battle, and after his lungs were pierced by steel bars, he had even forcibly used the remaining Ripple energy to relieve the pain. Due to these and many other reasons, he is currently still lying in the intensive care unit, unconscious.

And his soul—

In Kamar-Taj, Jon Snow stares in astonishment at his faintly glowing soul, while the Ancient One sits opposite him, calmly sipping tea with a smile on her face.

"Jon, wouldn't you like to have a drink?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cup of tea floated over. Jon opened his mouth, somewhat bewildered, and subconsciously reached out to take it, only to find that his hand passed straight through the teacup.

"Sorry, I forgot you're a spirit." The Ancient One's face showed an exaggerated look of sudden realization, followed by a look of regret. She used magic to retrieve the teacup from her hand and took a sip.

Seeing this, Jon's fist hardened. He never expected that someone like the Ancient One would enjoy teasing a silly boy! He appeared serious on the surface, but deep down he had a thoroughly wicked sense of humor.

"Are you secretly criticizing me in your heart?" Ancient One glanced at him, her smile deepening. "I'm sorry, Jon, I've been the Sorcerer Supreme for many years and have prevented countless terrible events, but..."

"I always have to find opportunities to satisfy my personal interests. So please forgive me."

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