Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1576 - 1776: Unstoppable Momentum!!!

Hao Jian threw away the gun in his hand and leapt forward, instantly redirecting the crowd's attention as they aimed their guns towards Hao Jian's moving direction, firing furiously. Every place Hao Jian passed left behind several dozen bullet holes on the wall. Upon seeing this, Li Xin and the others immediately shifted their firepower in this direction to suppress him.
Hao Jian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly jumped upwards, moving like he was flying along rooftops, placing one foot on the wall, then leaping over the crowd's heads. At this moment, Hao Jian exerted a strong push with his legs, swiftly flying towards the crowd. Before they could react, Hao Jian had already charged into their midst.
Now that he was in the crowd, shooting wasn't a good option for fear of hurting their own people. In this moment of hesitation, Hao Jian grabbed someone's hand, pulled him up, and delivered a fierce kick to his chest, sending him forcefully flying into the group behind him, knocking them all to the ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hao Jian rushed forward, grabbing someone on the ground who had a dagger at his waist. Hao Jian drew the dagger, holding it in his hand, ready to make anyone who dared to approach taste blood.
Someone looked at Hao Jian and said, "Go on, Lord Murder God said that anyone who kills him and takes his head will be awarded a hundred million!"
The crowd was instantly stirred by this statement. Initially, they were intimidated by Hao Jian's skills and hesitated to move forward. Now their minds were clouded by the lure of a hundred million. A hundred million! Something they could never earn in a lifetime was now within their reach. Fight for it, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle; struggle, and the motorcycle turns into a BMW!
"Ah!" They roared, then charged towards Hao Jian.
Indeed, with big rewards come brave men. Hao Jian smirked silently, his lips slightly curving upwards. The crowd was rushing towards him, and holding the dagger, he swiftly slashed at the leading man. The man, initially shouting to attack, suddenly fell silent as pain washed over his face. Clutching his throat, blood spurted out. He looked at Hao Jian in shock before collapsing to the ground.
Those behind didn't know what happened in front, their minds set on pushing forward. As long as they got close, there was a chance to kill him. Killing him meant a drastic change in their lives—a call to kill burned their eyes blood-red with excitement.
Hao Jian remained calm. Before retiring to Huaxia, scenes like these were all too familiar, so he acted composed, with the dagger constantly stabbing and slashing. Those who approached fell to the ground, but he kept moving forward as if nothing had happened.
By now, his hand was stained with blood, but it wasn't his—it belonged to those who had fallen.
As the final strike ceased, droplets of blood fell from the knife's tip onto the ground. The remaining few, originally determined people, were now thoroughly intimidated by Hao Jian's skills, their legs trembling. Although Hao Jian hadn't moved, they started retreating, fearing he would suddenly finish them off.
Hao Jian made a sudden knife-wielding gesture, which made the few standing immediately collapse to the ground, seemingly scared to death by that motion.
He made a frustrated gesture, looked ahead, and prepared to keep moving forward.
However, just as he took the first step, Hao Jian inexplicably felt a surge of strong killing intent from above. This was a very keen feeling, and he subconsciously looked up, only to see the God of Death holding a longsword, leaping down and slicing towards him.
Not good! Hao Jian's face changed as he immediately started running forward, but it was already too late. Just as he was about to run, the longsword was only a few meters away. Instinctively, he raised his dagger to block and stepped back.
"Clang!" The dagger and the longsword clashed, and instantly, the sword cleaved the dagger in two as if it were cutting through mud. Had Hao Jian not retracted his hand in time, it might have been split in two as well.
At this moment, Hao Jian instinctively retreated a few steps. His eyes no longer looked at the God of Death with contempt; instead, they shifted to the longsword tightly gripped by the God of Death. With one look, he understood—it wasn't an ordinary sword. Anyone else might not recognize it, but he couldn't mistake it. It was the God of Death's famed sword, capable of splitting iron like mud, having claimed countless lives.
The God of Death, eyes blood-red, roared at Hao Jian, "God of Death, prepare to die!"
Now that Hao Jian was disarmed, he quickly evaded, jumping back repeatedly to avoid the threat.
Lord Murder God wielded the knife, seeming just like a frenzied Murder God. As the name suggests, Murder God in the early days relied on taking countless lives to build his reputation. Those who died under his blade or gun are innumerable, otherwise, why would he be called the Murder God?
Murder God, as the name implies, the God of Killing!
Lord Murder God swung his sword and cut the gun, leaving a deep gouge on the wall in an instant. A swipe at the railing, and it was split in half.
At this moment, Duan Long watched as Lord Murder God wielded a longsword with grand gestures, thinking to avenge the earlier gunshot. He aimed and fired several bullets at Lord Murder God. Murder God's eyes widened, instantly locking onto Duan Long. In that moment, the speed of the bullets seemed unbearably slow in his vision. Swiftly swinging his longsword in the air, with a "bang!", "bang!", the bullets shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, never getting anywhere near Lord Murder God.
Then, Lord Murder God suddenly glared furiously at Duan Long. Duan Long's eyes met his, and in a flash, Duan Long's gun slipped from his hands to the ground. Startled, he took several steps back, seemingly frightened by the fierce gaze of Lord Murder God.
Li Xin immediately grabbed Duan Long and called out to him, snapping him back to his senses. He quickly picked up the gun from the ground.
In that moment of eye contact with Lord Murder God, it was like he fell into an endless abyss filled with holes and bodies, countless hands reaching out to drag him down. He was so scared that he still hadn't fully recovered.
Hao Jian kept retreating, suddenly grabbing a gun from the ground—a handgun, still with several bullets inside. Without hesitation, he loaded it and fired several shots at Lord Murder God.
Lord Murder God's eyes did not blink, swinging his longsword, with a series of "bang!", "bang!", "bang!", "..." sounds; the bullets were sliced into fragments and fell to the ground. Seeing this, a trace of fear appeared in Hao Jian's eyes. The longsword in Lord Murder God's hands truly lived up to its reputation. If one hoped to harm him with bullets alone, it would likely take the bullets of the Spear God.
Thinking of this, after Hao Jian finished shooting the bullets in his handgun, he simply tossed it to the ground.
At this moment, Lord Murder God laughed, laughing and looking at Hao Jian, then said: "Hahahaha... Is the legendary God of Death only capable of this? It really makes me laugh!"
Hao Jian remained silent, his face shadowed, his mind racing to think of a way to deal with Lord Murder God.
Thinking, Lord Murder God was already charging at Hao Jian with his sword. Hao Jian immediately dodged, and then Lord Murder God slashed with his sword at the spot where Hao Jian had just been standing. The place was instantly cut into a large hole, and the sword tip striking the ground sparked with fire, only then did Hao Jian come to his senses, just as Lord Murder God swung another slash.
Hao Jian's brain raced, thinking of a way to counter Lord Murder God. At this time, Lord Murder God was only relying on his weapon advantage, like a person with a gun against one without. The gun-wielder only needs to shoot to defeat the unarmed.
Thus were Lord Murder God and Hao Jian at the moment. Wielding that sword, Lord Murder God was fearless, like a Murder God himself. Ordinary people couldn't even get close before being cleaved in half, and Hao Jian barely managed to approach.
However, at this moment, a glimmer of joy appeared in Hao Jian's eyes. Though the sword of Lord Murder God was unstoppable, and his swordsmanship already at a certain level with incredible speed, compared to the Moon from before, it was insignificant. Hao Jian had trained under the Moon, and though his swordsmanship was just so-so, his critical eye had improved significantly.
Ordinary people would be overwhelmed by the swordsmanship of Lord Murder God, but in Hao Jian's eyes, it translated differently, the speed seemed slow. It was only relying on the weapon's advantage.
At this time, Hao Jian solely dodged the powerful attacks of Lord Murder God. He leaped backward, and with killing intent in his eyes, Lord Murder God brandished his sword and rushed in Hao Jian's retreating direction, then thrust it forward.
Hao Jian dodged, the sword qi was unstoppable, the longsword lightly glanced past him, not even getting close, yet the sword qi was so menacing that it tore a massive slash in his clothes.