Crossover Anime: I Became Invincible Starting as an Ajin

Chapter 136 Aresi, unable to rise again!

Aresi's plan was shrewd.

He realized that Wang Bai was strange and difficult to defeat.

However, Joestar and Avdol need to protect the two "kids," which inevitably limits their actions.

By taking advantage of the complex environment of the alley and the power of Seto, we can harass Jotaro and Polnareff completely.

"Degenerate" to the point of infancy or even disappearance—

Victory still belongs to him!

"Hehehe—don't think you can escape!" Aresi chuckled, his body fleeing once again under the cover of the god Set.

During the escape, the Stand Seton attempts to strike Jotaro or Polnareff again with its degenerated shadow light.

Each time you hit your opponent, they will shrink rapidly.

Wang Bai immediately cancelled his original plan to use enhancement magic to directly attack Aresi.

After all, if things continue like this, Jotaro and the others will definitely disappear before they can catch Aresei.

Damn it, how come Set's attack range is so long?

Logically speaking, such a powerful Stand shouldn't have such a long attack range!

"Watch out! He's here again!"

Joestar warned loudly, "Hermit Purple is like a viper on guard."

It danced around the crowd, trying to intercept the eerie light.

A beam of light pierced through the shadows from a tricky angle, striking Polnareff, who was struggling to adapt to his small body!

"Polnareff, bow your head!"

Avdol manipulated the Red Magician to unleash a wall of fire, barely managing to block the attack.

The flames sizzled as they collided with the shadows.

"This can't go on!"

Joestar was sweating profusely. In the narrow alley, they had to protect their shrunken companions while also guarding against unpredictable attacks, putting them in a very passive position.

"Yare yare daze————"

Although young Jotaro's power was greatly diminished, his mind remained calm. His sharp gaze swept over Areci and Set in the shadows, trying to find a pattern.

"Our current state is already holding Wang Bai back. We must lighten Wang Bai's burden; we can't let this stalemate continue."

"His physical body is weak, relying on his Stand and the terrain. We must force him out, or—limit his Stand."

Just then, Wang Bai spoke, his voice still steady: "His ability seems to require a shadow or 'shadow' as a medium to activate and transmit."

Wang Bai noticed that both the attacks from Set and the movements of Aresi's body tended to utilize the shadowy areas within the alleyways.

This reminded him of his Shadow Legion.

"Perhaps I can make his 'home ground' less comfortable."

With a thought, Wang Bai did not summon the complete Shadow Soldiers, but instead released the power of the Shadow Legion in a more subtle way.

In an instant, an invisible wave quietly spread out from the ground beneath Wang Bai's feet.

The once distinct boundaries between light and shadow in the alleyway began to blur!

In the areas illuminated by sunlight, the shadows seemed to be suppressed by some force, becoming thinner; while the originally deep shadow areas seemed to be infused with vitality, slightly "boiling," no longer completely under Aresi's control.

This is Wang Bai's further application of the Shadow Legion's abilities—Shadow Domain Interference!

He cannot directly eliminate the shadows, but he can disrupt and control the "shadows" in this area to a certain extent.

"Huh?! What's going on?"

Aresi immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He felt his control over the God of the Sea becoming sluggish. Those shadowy areas that were once as easy to command now seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of grease, making it difficult to exert force precisely.

He attempted to launch another attack, unleashing a beam of shadow light, but its power was greatly reduced midway due to the chaos in the shadow domain, and it even veered off course.

"Opportunity!" Joestar and Avdol, both experienced warriors, immediately seized this fleeting opportunity!

"The Hermit's Purple!"

Joestar roared.

The purple vines no longer tried to capture the elusive Set God, but instead, like a living hunting net, shot fiercely towards Aresi's hiding place, which was exposed due to his shock!

"Red Magician!" Avdol coordinated perfectly, the blazing flames not attacking directly, but forming a huge cage of fire around Aresi, cutting off his escape route!

"Damn it!" Ares panicked and tried to control Set to defend, but the disrupted shadow domain slowed Set's movements down by a beat!

It was just that brief moment!

"Euro!"

A roar, though still immature, was full of power!

It's Jotaro! He's been waiting for this moment!

In the moment when Aressi was forced into a weakness by Joestar and Avdol, and his mind was thrown into chaos.

The young version of Star Platinum shot out like a purple lightning bolt!

Although its strength is not as great as it was at its peak, its speed and precision are still far beyond that of ordinary people!

Platinum Star's shrunken yet still hard fist slammed precisely and fiercely into Aresi's lewd face!

"Bang!"

"Ah, Aresi screamed in agony as his nose collapsed and his teeth, mixed with blood, splattered out."

He was sent flying by the punch that contained all of Jotaro's rage, crashing heavily against the alley wall before sliding softly to the ground and losing consciousness completely.

As the original body fell into a coma, the god Set also dissipated into the air like scattered sand.

Almost simultaneously, two faint lights flashed on Jotaro and Polnareff respectively.

Their bodies grew rapidly, like a fast-forwarded movie, returning to their original age and size in just a few breaths.

"Phew—it's finally back to normal!"

Polnareff moved his familiar limbs, still shaken. "It felt awful to be a child again!"

Jotaro silently straightened his hat, which had been restored to its original state, glanced at the unconscious Aresei, then looked at Wang Bai and nodded slightly.

Joestar and Avdol also breathed a sigh of relief.

Joestar walked over to Wang Bai and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done, Wang Bai! If you hadn't interfered with his ability, we would have had to put in a lot of trouble."

Wang Bai smiled faintly: "It just so happens that my abilities are somewhat effective against him. Dio certainly has many talented people under his command; we must be even more careful on the journey ahead."

The group hurriedly set off, proceeding cautiously along the way, fearing they might encounter the Stand user again.

During a break in his journey, Polunarev clamored that he wanted to find a place to have a drink and relax after days of travel.

With the intention of observing the local customs and culture of this era, Wang Bai went with him into a bar that looked quite lively.

In a relatively quiet corner of the bar, Daniel J. Darby, a well-dressed man with a meticulously styled haircut and piercing eyes, was leisurely sipping his drink.

He toyed with a deck of cards with his fingertips, his movements fluid and rhythmic. When Wang Bai and Polnareff walked in, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, you two over there, you look a bit travel-worn. How about playing a little game to relax?"

Darby struck up a conversation, his voice possessing a captivating magnetism.

Polnareff, who always enjoyed lively gatherings, and after a few drinks, immediately became interested: "Oh? What game?"

"It's simple, poker, or any game you like," Darby said with a smile, pointing to the playing cards on the table. "A little gambling is harmless fun."

Wang Bai frowned slightly. His artistic conception allowed him to keenly sense the dangerous aura emanating from the man in front of him—a kind of sinister coldness hidden beneath an elegant exterior, like that of a venomous snake.

He nudged Polnareff lightly and whispered, "Be careful, this guy is no ordinary person."

But Polnareff didn't seem to care, and sat down casually: "What's there to be afraid of! Let's play! I, Polnareff, have never been afraid of anyone!"

Darby's smile deepened: "So, what's the stake? Ordinary money is too boring."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Polnareff and Wang Bai, and slowly said, "How about we make a more exciting bet—"

For example, the soul?

As soon as he finished speaking, a stand-in resembling a purple doll, wearing an Egyptian pharaoh's crown, quietly appeared behind Darby as Osiris! In its hand, it held a strange device that resembled a Horcrux.

"Stand user!" Polnareff instantly sobered up, and Silver Chariot appeared beside him in an instant.

"take it easy."

Darby shuffled the cards with an air of nonchalance. "My power as Osiris is to adjudicate games." Once both parties agree to the stakes and the game begins, the rules will be enforced by Osiris.

The stakes are the loser's soul. So, how about it, still want to play?

"Damn it! Who's afraid of who!" Polnareff's pride was aroused; he couldn't believe he would lose at the gambling table.

"Polnareff!" Wang Bai called out to stop him, but it was too late. Polnareff readily agreed, and the bet was settled! An invisible force enveloped the table.

In the first round, Polnareff faced Darby. It was a simple game of comparing sizes.

However, Darby, being a professional gambler, possessed excellent mental fortitude. Even more frightening was his apparent ability to see through Polnareff's thoughts.

After several rounds, Polnareff lost more than he won, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"Hehe, I'll take your soul fragment." Darby chuckled, and the Soul Gathering Device in Osiris's hand flashed. Polnareff immediately felt weak, as if he had lost something important.

"Damn it! Again!" Polnareff roared in frustration.

But the more impatient he became, the more flaws he made. In the end, in a crucial all-in hand, Polnareff was completely outmaneuvered by Darby and lost all his chips—his entire "soul"!

"Game over," Darby announced coldly.

Osiris emitted an eerie light, and Polnareff's eyes instantly lost all their luster. Like an empty shell without a soul, he sat stiffly in the chair, motionless. His soul had been taken, transformed into a small doll bearing his name, which fell into Darby's hands.

"Polnareff!"

Wang Bai's heart sank.

He still couldn't stop it.

"Well then, it's your turn next, my mysterious friend." Darby turned his gaze to Wang Bai, toying with Polnareff's soul doll. "Want to play? The stakes are also souls. Or—you can choose to wager his soul?" he tempted.

Wang Bai glanced at Polnareff, whose eyes were vacant, then at Darby, who was brimming with confidence, and slowly sat down across from him at the gambling table. His face showed no panic, only a deep, calm as a still pool.

"I'll bet with you." Wang Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power. "The stake, as you said, is my soul."

"Excellent!" A glint of greed and excitement flashed in Darby's eyes; he loved crushing seemingly calm opponents like this. "What game?"

"Since you're good at poker, let's continue with poker," Wang Bai said calmly. "However, we'll change the rules a little. We're not playing by luck, we're playing by memory."

"Memory?" Darby raised an eyebrow.

"We'll each look at a shuffled deck of cards for ten seconds, then face down. We'll take turns drawing a card from the deck and saying exactly where it is in our memory (which card it is). The one who gets it right continues, the one who gets it wrong loses. How about that?"

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Wang Bai proposed a gameplay method that severely tests one's instantaneous memory and psychological pressure.

Darby paused for a moment, then laughed. Although this method was unconventional, he had extreme confidence in his memory and observation skills. "Interesting! I accept!"

The wager was set again, and the power of the god Osiris enveloped the two.

The wager was set again, and the power of the god Osiris enveloped the two.

Darby quickly shuffled the cards and then laid them out in front of Wang Bai.

Ten seconds might only be enough for an ordinary person to remember something, but for Stand users, especially those with strong mental abilities, it's enough to remember many details.

Wang Baizi calmly scanned the cards, his eyes showing no emotion.

The power of his artistic conception made his mind as clear as a mirror, reflecting all things without leaving a trace; extreme calmness aided his memory.

Ten seconds later, the card was covered.

"I'll start," Darby said confidently, drawing a card without even looking at it. "The 7 of Hearts, the 23rd card in the deck we just laid out."

He flipped over the card, and sure enough, it was the 7 of Hearts! And the position was exactly right!

"Your turn." Darby looked at Wang Bai smugly.

Wang Bai casually drew a card, glanced at it, and calmly said, "Jack of Clubs, the 38th card."

Turn it over, correct!

The betting took place in an extremely quiet yet subtly turbulent atmosphere.

The two players took turns playing cards, accurately reporting their positions, and their speed increased rapidly!

This is no longer just a contest of memory, but also a test of mental endurance and psychological fortitude!

Darby gradually felt the pressure. He found that he couldn't read any information from Wang Bai's face. The other man's eyes were always like a deep pool of water, without tension, without pride, and even his focus seemed so indifferent.

This absolute calmness is itself a powerful psychological deterrent.

What alarmed him even more was that as the rounds increased, fewer and fewer cards remained in the deck, and the interference and confusion in his memory would become greater and greater.

But Wang Bai's answer was still without the slightest hesitation, as precise as a machine!

"Who exactly is this guy—the youngest?"

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Darby's forehead.

His proud ability to judge an opponent's psychological state by observing their micro-expressions and physiological reactions was completely ineffective in front of Wang Bai!