Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1832 - 2033: Does Anyone Dare to Step Up?!

Capítulo 1832: Chapter 2033: Does Anyone Dare to Step Up?!

In an instant, that large group of people, upon receiving Qiao Ge’s order, swarmed out, rushing towards Hao Jian.

Liang Xiaohan’s expression remained unchanged, and Hao Jian’s face didn’t show any ripples. Then, he suddenly took a step forward, shielding Liang Xiaohan behind him. Dealing with these people posed no pressure to him, but if he ended up hurting Liang Xiaohan in the process, that would be unfortunate, hence he protected her.

The first person soon charged at him, wielding a weapon—a solid Iron Rod, which looked quite formidable. If it were struck against someone’s head, the individual’s head might burst open instantly, blood gushing out. Even if one were to lightly tap someone’s hand, it would still likely break a tendon or cause severe damage, showcasing the Iron Rod’s power.

Just like that, three people first rushed in front of Hao Jian, then suddenly raised the Iron Rods in their hands, bringing them down towards Hao Jian’s head. At this moment, a slight smile appeared on Hao Jian’s face, a smile with deep meaning.

Suddenly, just as the Iron Rod was about to strike, he suddenly extended his hand, and under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he abruptly caught the rod coming down on him. A great Iron Rod capable of smashing someone’s head to bleeding shreds, Hao Jian effortlessly caught it with one hand.

Moreover, he did so without a single issue, his face calm, as if catching Iron Rods was as harmless as catching air. Then, swiftly after grasping one, he also caught the remaining two in his hand. Three huge Iron Rods initially aimed at his head were blocked within three seconds by a single hand of his.

This… how remarkable and extraordinary his strength is, just the thought is terrifying! However, Hao Jian didn’t give them much time to contemplate, gripping the Iron Rod, he pulled it out fiercely, swinging it towards their abdomens.

In that moment, as the Iron Rod struck their abdomens, they felt their whole stomachs turning, a wave of nausea overwhelming them. But it seemed as if Hao Jian predicted this; as the Iron Rod came down, in the second before they could vomit, he kicked them, sending them flying away.

Three people were seen soaring in the air and then fell heavily to the ground, followed by a disgusting vomit covering them.

Those people on seeing this felt no fear, rather anger mounting, they rushed towards Hao Jian. At this point, a fierce expression suddenly appeared on Hao Jian’s face. Don’t forget about his other identity—as the infamous God of Death in the underworld. The God of Death earned his title through a pile of corpses.

So if the God of Death displayed such fierceness, even normal people would find it terrifying. The crowd initially charged forward, but after seeing Hao Jian’s fierce look, they were instantly scared and pulled back. It was only when Hao Jian returned to his usual expression that someone in the crowd, probably with a brave heart or desiring to impress and be promoted by their boss, decided to act.

A man, portraying a fearless demeanor, suddenly rushed out from the crowd, an Iron Rod swung at Hao Jian. Hao Jian smiled, commending the courage in such a person displaying fearlessness, yet scoffing at the recklessness and the unfortunate choice to challenge him.

Just as Hao Jian smiled, a second later, he quickly grasped the Iron Rod, and before the man could grasp what happened, he suddenly felt an absence in his hand, then a sharp pain on his face, as if struck by something extremely hard. His eyes sparkled with stars.

Next moment, Hao Jian dropped the Iron Rod to the ground, the crowd finally understood what had transpired. The man’s face was already a blur of blood and tears, clutching his face, groaning in pain, curled on the ground screaming loudly. The painful wails raised goosebumps on everyone, sending shivers.

In an instant, originally, some wished to try showcasing themselves, gaining recognition from the boss, hoping to rise in the ranks. Unfortunately, someone had already tried being the first one brave enough, but the outcome wasn’t favorable, resulting instantly in a fall before tasting success.

Hence, the instant Hao Jian dropped the Iron Rod to the ground, that group collectively retreated simultaneously. Hao Jian took a step forward, they all backed away in fear.

Sometimes aura is just that strong, after all, a title like God of Death comes from a pile of corpses. If he unleashes such aura, its power is beyond description in words.

Unbeknownst to Hao Jian, as he exuded such aura, a strong attraction also emanated, perceived perhaps only by women. At this moment, Liang Xiaohan stood behind, with admiring eyes, a spark of curiosity to explore him reflected within.

However, Liang Xiaohan’s reaction was quite normal. Imagine any other girl facing such danger, surrounded by a large force intending harm, suddenly a man steps in front, safeguarding her from even a hint of harm.

That man emitted such aura filled with personal charisma, standing there alone against a crowd numerous times his size, blocking dozens armed with weapons fiercely.

Such presence undoubtedly drew any girl’s eyes. Although Liang Xiaohan seemed unrestrained outwardly, unshaken by anything, appearing strong-willed within.

Nonetheless, when encountering a man like Hao Jian whose excellence surged at this moment undeniably captured Liang Xiaohan’s attention.

Currently, Liang Xiaohan, her gaze upon Hao Jian shifted slightly, perhaps her heart experienced a subtle change.

Hao Jian’s actions terrified everyone; none dared to step forward. Watching this crowd’s retreating steps as Hao Jian moved, Qiao Ge paled in anger, urgently dashing forward to drag a hesitant subordinate at the back, landing a slap fiercely.

The subordinate, slapped into silence, covered his face with a grievance.

“Worthless! So many of you afraid of one person, damn it, go up! If anyone dares retreat, I’ll chop you first, believe it!” Qiao Ge yelled furiously.

The subordinates glanced at each other, none dared defy Qiao Ge, yet none dared charge towards Hao Jian.

Possibly inspired by great rewards or Qiao Ge’s words, suddenly a subordinate dashed forward to Hao Jian, aiming to set an example for Qiao Ge, rallying everyone to charge together.

He intended to perform well, getting Qiao Ge’s attention, hoping not to remain a subordinate and receive favoritism.

Unfortunately, as he charged first, others were initially moved by this momentum, thinking surely in numbers, how could they fear just one person? Human wave tactics could crush him!

However, still dwelling in thoughts, yet to act, that man was struck down by Hao Jian, who threw an Iron Rod at his leg, causing him to fall crying out in excruciating pain, clutching his bleeding leg rolling on the ground.

Originally prepared to storm out, witnessing this, they froze in terror, daring not a single step forward.

Clearly, they couldn’t comprehend earlier events, then suddenly saw an Iron Rod smash the leg, blood pouring dramatically. Such power, utterly astonishing!

The first brave soul, the second attempting, both met harsh lessons, none dared proceed further.

Such action is undoubtedly suicidal! Negative examples lay before them, observing their agony and the bloodied hands instilled fear, a strong sense of resistance arose.

Now, not only charging at Hao Jian was unthinkable, taking another step felt opposed and intimidating.

Watching this scenario, Qiao Ge boiled with rage, but when he shouted again for an advance, none adhered any longer, faces marked by fear.

Surviving only for a meal, but if survival is at risk, then what’s the point of living the life?