The battle for the Red Stone!
It's JoJo versus Wamuu...
in a chariot duel!
The match begins
when the clouds part and the moonlight shines once again!
Wamuu!
Damn! This crowd won't shut up!
Wamuu's clearly got the home team advantage!
One lap is 960 meters.
These horses can make a lap in one minute.
Then there's the pillar.
Each lap we take, a weapon will be hanging from it.
A weapon?
The one who reaches the pillar first
wields the weapon.
The weapon for the first lap...
is a giant sledgehammer!
That thing could pulverize this chariot with a single blow!
If Wamuu gets to it first,
things will go from bad to worse!
If I can get to it first and cover it with oil,
I can easily charge it with Hamon...
the weapon will give me an overwhelming advantage!
I look forward to an exemplary fight, JoJo.
The clouds are now at the moon's edge. The light will soon shine upon us!
JoJo, what are you doing?
It's almost time!
I know, I know!
The start is key!
I'm just checking the rubble near my wheels.
Hey, Wamuu! It looks like there's a lot of rubble near your wheels, too.
You sure you don't wanna clear that up?
JoJo, get up there!
JoJo!
Start!
What the...
Why is Lord Wamuu slow off the start!
Look, beneath his wheels!
He placed that rubble there!
That clever devil.
Bastard! He set him up while all of us were gazing at the moon!
Dirty cheat!
Sneaky ba...
Cheat, huh? Look who's talking!
This is a death match.
As far as I'm concerned, there are no rules!
I don't mess around when it comes to survival!
Beep beep!
He's nearing the pillar!
So JoJo's going to get the hammer.
Mine!
Like taking candy from a baby! Hammer old pal!
All right, gotcha!
The impact from grabbing at this speed!
No!
JoJo!
That was close! I caught it with my ring!
Now the fight's in the bag!
What luck!
I'll give you the hammer.
That was my plan from the beginning.
Wamuu has an ace up his sleeve.
It's time for the fighting genius!
Now, a little oil and a little Hamon!
Bring it on, Wamuu!
Did Wamuu's chariot slow down?
This duel is not a race.
It's a battle of arms
and a battle of horsemanship.
Okay! Now I'll advance my chariot and whack him with my hammer!
JoJo, you mustn't slow down there!
You've taken the hammer, so I'll grab something else!
So, Wamuu, are you ready to be flattened by my giant hammer?
Look! He was so sure of himself with that hammer!
He's gone pale!
He's clearly thinking bigger!
No! Speed up and get away, JoJo!
Too late!
Now you have to abandon your chariot!
Off his chariot? Such a quick fight...
What will you do next, JoJo?
JoJo!
There's a ninety per cent chance he'll be trampled by my vampire horses.
A five per cent chance he'll break left...
and a five per cent chance he'll dodge to the right.
Now then, what will our brilliant boy's next move be?
Hammer...
Where's the hammer?
Hammer? Did he knock his head?
A hammer won't save you now!
He mustn't dodge.
If he does, Wamuu will stop and finish him
with a Divine Sandstorm!
But JoJo decided to run straight toward the horses!
Yes, JoJo! Quick thinking! That'll work!
He struck the horses' harness with his hammer!
The horses galloped on.
Then the weight of JoJo's body
sent the hammer rotating and himself flying!
Unbelievable!
He avoided death because the hammer's longer than the horses' front legs!
How's that?
And now to give you a good whack!
He's gone! Where'd he go?
It seems Wamuu was one step ahead of him after all.
Right! These guys can hide inside other living things!
That was close!
The Bastard! Boots!
If only he wasn't wearing boots!
If only he was wearing shoes that allowed Wamuu to grab him at the ankle!
Luck's on my side!
What were the chances of that hammer getting caught on my ring!
Guess luck is a skill after all!
Now look at yourself!
You trapped yourself inside that horse!
Here we go!
Now you and this horse are going to get a healthy dose of Hamon, Wamuu!
Fool! He still doesn't get it?
Look out, JoJo! Stay away from Wamuu!
Having become one with the horse, Wamuu has use of both his hands,
and does not need to be concerned with speed and vibration.
That means...
It will be a direct hit!
No one has survived such a blow, not even Caesar!
Murder technique: Divine Sandstorm!
Though the battle lasted only half a lap,
it had its highs and lows, yes?
But in the end, Wamuu was stronger and smarter.
Next up is our duel, is it not?
To be frank, I do not enjoy fighting women.
Wamuu dislikes it even more.
But we must put an end to the Hamon users.
A suicide potion... So that you can die without pain.
You seem to be mistaken.
The battle between JoJo and Wamuu isn't over yet!
Lord Kars, look over there!
What?
Lord Wamuu's arms!
They're torn to shreds and about to fall off!
Impossible...
How did this happen?
Wamuu! What happened to him?
Argh... JoJo, that bastard!
He's up! He's alive!
He's more than alive!
Well, guess I did it again!
That Divine Sandstorm hit him directly!
How...
Directly?
JoJo is clever. He only pretended to be hit directly.
He's a brilliant trickster.
Whether that's deserving of praise is another thing.
Look at Wamuu's torso.
I see...
He wrapped the horses' reins around Wamuu's arms
and sent Hamon into them!
curbing Wamuu's Divine Sandstorm.
As soon as he grabbed my leg, I knew it!
If he pulled out his other arm,
he'd be able to use his Divine Sandstorm.
And I had the perfect counter!
Look at Lord Wamuu's face!
He's grown pale and sodden with sweat!
And his gaze... Where is he looking? His eyes are vacant!
What should we do?
It's lap two!
Should we lay out the second set of weapons with Lord Wamuu like this?
Can he fight?
It is no surprise.
Such a pity Wamuu was struck with Hamon in the middle of his Divine Sandstorm.
His spirit and pride built up over thousands of years has crumbled.
The quiet intensity he gained from countless battles has vanished.
He must be in shock.
But it matters not! Hurry and set up the next weapons!
Lord Kars gave the signal!
We must obey his command.
The weapons for the second lap are... iron-ball crossbows!
Each is equipped with two shots!
Each warrior must choose... a large or small bow!
Now two weapons... one large, one small?
Lisa Lisa, allow me to make a conjecture.
You must be thinking:
"Wamuu is in no state to fight...
Why is Kars laying out crossbows with such confidence?"
"How strange," you're thinking.
Here's why.
Wamuu is a true fighter.
Top athletes have been known to make a kind of mental adjustment
known as "switching winback."
When the pressure rises, they can hide away shock, mistakes, and fear
and, like flipping a switch,
are able to summon forth a fighting spirit.
In particularly desperate situations, a ritual is needed to flip that switch.
And Wamuu's switch was...
What the... What is he doing?
Lord Wamuu!
His eyes!
-He gouged his eyes out! -He gouged his eyes out!
I was a fool to rely solely on my eyes simply because I could see.
He exploited my weakness.
Now, with this horn, I shall see by wind, not light!
So he flipped his mental switch by gouging out his eyes...
Wamuu has rid himself of all psychological weakness.
Now he can sense the wind.
He can see more now than ever.
So what if you poked your eyes out!
You think you can psyche me out with that?
We lost Caesar!
Your eyes are nothing compared to that!
Which crossbow...
...will you take?
Do you really need to ask? Isn't it obvious?
I'm taking the giant one! Its power can't be beat!
It does have power.
Yeah, lots of power.
No! I can't pull it!
It's so tough! How am I supposed to draw this thing?
You got greedy!
You need a mechanical device to draw even a standard crossbow!
You got your just deserts,
ya greedy bastard!
I'll use the first bullet to "grasp" the wind.
I have grasped the distance between us. The next shot will strike you dead!
Dammit! How am I gonna use this thing?
Lord Wamuu, blow him to smithereens!
Let us feed on whatever remains!
Just as I thought.
The flames are stirring up hot air. He can't sense my location!
Now's my chance!
Do not underestimate Wamuu.
Hey, what's Lord Wamuu doing?
He's turned his back toward the flames! He's looking this way!
JoJo's current location is exactly 180 degrees from Wamuu,
directly near the flame!
He's giving away his position!
He's banking his shot like playing pool!
Wha--
He hit me from behind!
I was observing the terrain as we circled,
trying to find an angle I could use against you!
Can't breathe!
It ricocheted off him, so it didn't splinter his skin.
But he's spitting up blood, which means organ damage.
Finish him, Wamuu!
That JoJo is a clever one.
Be on your guard!
Has he set a trap?
The bow string... cocked itself when it fell to the ground.
I can't let him find out!
And I can't take him out from here.
Closer. Just a little closer...
Now!
He has!
So close!
Looks like your shot went off course.
I commend you for fighting until the bitter end.
Here I come, JoJo!
Stay away!
Get away from me!
Get away! Get away from me!
Please, someone, help!
-Bastard! -Huh?
He's throwing rocks!
What a pathetic loser!
Go down like a man, little worm!
Wamuu...
Your next line will be...
Do not disgrace our duel, JoJo!
Here!
A bat could dodge these rocks... But what about you,
Wamuu?
The iron ball came from behind!
Bastard!
Looks like I did it again.
Wamuu, I used your own shot against you!
A hush fell over the arena.
The crowd became silent.
Not a single sound could be heard; not even a gasp.
The bullet left a gaping hole in Wamuu's chest
like the sneering grin of a Jack-o'-Lantern.
The iron ball was charged with a minuscule amount of Hamon.
His wound was beginning to fester.
And the Hamon worsened his arms' wounds.
Resorting to the Divine Sandstorm would be impossible.
I must steady my Hamon breathing.
So you faked that fall to kick me?
I see through that final attack!
Rebuff Overdrive!
He won! Wamuu won't get up again!
How could I, the great Wamuu,
be reduced to this?
My body, after 12,000 years,
has been reduced to such a pitiful state.
His arms!
His arms are gone!
I am not one to allow the enemy an easy victory.
My wounds are my flesh. The damage I've sustained is my ability.
I will use it all to claim victory!
His arms!
He tore off his Hamon-damaged arms,
and launched them from the wound in his chest!
What the...
Can't breathe! Dammit! I can't use my Hamon breathing!
That wind.
It's flowing toward Wamuu.
This is my final attack.
Final attack? No!
Stop, Wamuu! You mustn't!
The wind is going into those pipes!
Final attack: Atmospheric Rift!
NEXT EPISODE
You recreants!
No matter what the method...
Kars's stance...
You crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed.
I alone always stand on top!
EPISODE 23 - "THE WARRIOR OF WIND"
Subtitle translation by Matthew Hunter