Shuibao Restaurant was an eatery located in the New Territories of Kowloon City, Hong Kong. That's right, after the plane's emergency landing, the group still chose to make landfall in Hong Kong, just like in the original plot.
Joseph Joestar and Muhammad Avdol reached a consensus. "We can't let any more innocent people get hurt. The risk of taking a plane is too high. If we encounter a Stand user in mid-air, it will be difficult to retreat unscathed."
"We must have a precise plan. We'll travel by land and sea."
Joseph's brilliant brain went to work, and he quickly realized something. He looked at Zenith, who was busy burying his head in his food, with a face full of disbelief.
"In that case, Zenith's plan is the most appropriate."
*Terrifying. Did this man think of this from the very beginning? What astonishing intellect. He's almost catching up to me in my youth.*
He thought of the crooked, scribbled route map Zenith had shown them.
"Why think so much about it? We're not in a hurry anyway, just treat it as a vacation," Zenith mumbled indistinctly, his mouth stuffed with chicken wings. With his intervention, Holly was no longer in mortal danger, which meant the fifty-day time limit to defeat Dio Brando was gone.
The pressure on the Stardust Crusaders had dropped significantly.
Polpol came over to share their table. Out of the corner of his eye, Zenith spotted a muscular bro in black clothes, sporting two half-heart earrings and a silver-gray broom-head hairstyle.
It was Jean Pierre Polnareff, a man with a net height of 185 centimeters—193 if you counted the hair. He was the Stand user of Silver Chariot, the man who would eventually be known as the Turtle Hermit.
Bizarre thoughts started popping into Zenith's head. In the later stages of the story, Polnareff's physical body would die, and his soul would reside inside a turtle. Combined with his personality, it always made Zenith think of a certain perverted hermit who carried a turtle shell on his back.
"I'm a tourist from France, and I don't really know Chinese characters. Could you help me order some food?"
Polnareff was a reliable teammate, but right now, he was still a villain implanted with Dio's flesh bud, sent to assassinate the main cast.
It had to be said, this excuse for striking up a conversation was terrible. To avoid wasting a table full of good food during the inevitable fight, Zenith decided to strike first.
"The World — The Hand!"
Zenith was now a man with special effects. His Stand emerged, its white torso covered in blue armor and golden spikes, with round, fleshy pads on its palms.
Although its base stats were atrocious, its powerful special effects could make up for any shortcomings.
Polnareff was confused. He didn't know where he had slipped up, but since he was being attacked, he naturally had to fight back. After all, that was his goal in the first place.
He had merely lost the initiative, but his Silver Chariot was invincible!
A medieval warrior clad in silver armor, wielding a rapier with a hand guard. Superb swordsmanship, extreme speed, and almost no other special abilities.
Who knew where he got the confidence to think he could take on a one-versus-six fight.
Uh, probably Dio.
Jotaro's battle cry was "Ora!", and Dio's battle cry was "Muda!". Zenith felt that not having his own battle cry would put him at a disadvantage in terms of style points, so he shamelessly chose to plagiarize.
"rero rero rero rero rero!!!"
That's right, it was the sound of Kakyoin eating a cherry, but much wilder, and much more JoJo!
*So gross!*
Joseph and Jotaro simultaneously revealed expressions of disgust, while a giant question mark seemingly popped up over Kakyoin's head.
Holly didn't have any particular reaction, but it was her first time watching a real Stand battle up close. Her eyes were wide and dazed, who knew what she was thinking.
Fast! The Hand's base stats were a B in Speed and a B in Destructive Power, but Silver Chariot, with an A in Speed, was even faster!
The silver sword shadows blocked all of The Hand's punches, and Polnareff even had the spare energy to taunt Zenith. "Is this all you've got? If this is your full strength, then I'll be taking your life!"
"Look at you acting all tough."
Zenith was holding back. After all, Polnareff was a predetermined teammate. If he used The Hand's space-erasure ability, Silver Chariot would be left with nothing but a pair of shoes by now.
"You like playing with swords, huh!"
Zenith charged in, wielding his Netherite Sword. Others relied on their Stands for damage output, but Zenith could carry the fight himself.
Back in the Minecraft Overworld, his swordsmanship had consisted of a basic three-hit combo: jump slash, sweep, and thrust.
But things were different now. The [Epic Fight Mod] allowed Zenith to instantly master greatswords, one-handed swords, dual blades, katanas, and spears. And his practical skills absolutely lived up to the word "Epic."
Silver Chariot shed its armor, sacrificing defense for even greater speed. Zenith's swordsmanship was stronger than the results of Polnareff's ten years of training.
Silver Chariot split into six or seven afterimages, using its speed advantage to pin down both Zenith and his Stand simultaneously.
The Hand quickly retreated, and Silver Chariot seized the opportunity—high-speed sword!
Polnareff issued his declaration of victory, while Zenith stood in place and struck a handsome JoJo pose.
One hand on his hip, his body leaning back at a 45-degree angle, he extended his right hand and pointed domineeringly at Polnareff.
"Wrong! The victor is me!"
It was exposition time again, and this time, the protagonist was Zenith. Even the high-speed sword strikes, invisible to the naked eye, seemed to freeze in this moment.
"Silver Chariot is a speed-type Stand. Its inherent destructive power is on the weaker side, and its defensive capabilities rely entirely on its external armor. Once it sheds that armor, Silver Chariot's defense is no different from an ordinary person's!"
"Next, Silver Chariot's blade will strike my body at high speed. However, hidden on the surface of my body is a damage-reflecting armor created by my Stand, The World."
"Silver Chariot cannot break through my defense. And you, broom-head Polpol, will fall to your own ultimate move."
Zenith switched to another pose. "Finally, your next line is—'How is that possible!'"
"How is that possible!"
Polnareff said exactly that. Then, his eyes widened as massive amounts of blood sprayed from his body. It was the reflected damage from Zenith!
Netherite Armor, Thorns III enchantment—capable of directly reflecting 45% of all damage taken!
Jean Pierre Polnareff, retired!
Joseph pinched his chin. He couldn't shake the feeling that Zenith had just stolen his catchphrase.
"Hmm... I can't help but feel that your Stand has a ridiculously exaggerated number of abilities, Zenith. Generally speaking, a Stand should only have one special ability."
"Those are just minor details."
Zenith turned around and glared at the five spectators. "I can understand Holly, but you four really just stood on the sidelines watching, huh!"
Just because that old thief Araki doesn't know how to draw team battles, what does that have to do with you guys just standing around watching like idiots in real life!
Avdol replied very bluntly, "My ability is manipulating flames. In the cramped space of a restaurant, it's too easy to accidentally injure my teammates."
Zenith looked at Joseph. Right, the old man's Stand was useless. He skipped over him and looked at Jotaro and Kakyoin.
Jotaro met his gaze with a cool expression, while Kakyoin scratched his cheek. "Well, it was your fight, after all."
Unbelievable. It was definitely that old thief Araki's fault. Anyway, he should save Polpol first. Once he pulled out the flesh bud, the human roster of their team would be complete.