Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1583 - 1783: Who Will Win?

Suddenly, Spear God raised his gun and swiftly fired a few shots at Hao Jian. Holding that kind of ordinary gun before had always restrained him, just like a highly skilled chef would be restricted if given a rusty kitchen knife. No matter how exquisite his culinary skills, he wouldn't be able to showcase his full potential. But give him a brand-new, sharp knife, and the way he wields it would be entirely different. At this moment, Spear God was just like that.
Gripping that ordinary gun earlier, although he had the skills, it was like a good chef using a rusty knife. Now, wielding his custom-made Furious Dragon Spear, the feeling in his hand was entirely different, naturally unleashing extraordinary performance.
His steps were like the wind, standing high above, and with Hao Jian's leaping pace, he fired shot after shot, the bullets ejecting from the dark muzzle, immediately seemingly guided by intelligence, fiercely shooting towards Hao Jian.
Hao Jian engaged in evasive maneuvers, now aware that the gun was no longer the same as before, nor were the bullets. If he were to be hit, even he wasn't confident he would come out unscathed. After all, it was Prophet who had arrived in time the previous times. If he were any slower, it would have been the end.
If in a foreign land, he couldn't hope for Prophet to save his life in time again, so he was especially cautious.
While avoiding Spear God's bullets, he also had to quickly close in on Spear God. But at this moment, Spear God was like a slippery fish, moving rapidly, giving Hao Jian no chance to get close. Once Hao Jian approached even a little, he would immediately suppress him with firepower, forcing Hao Jian to retreat repeatedly to dodge the bullets.
At that moment, Spear God laughed and shouted, "God of Death, what can you do to me!"
Hao Jian's expression was solemn as he coldly said, "Watch and see!"
Suddenly, Hao Jian's gaze lifted upward. Spear God was standing on an iron passage, not far at both ends, approximately ten meters in length, used for moving back and forth between floors. Spear God stood on it, firing continuously at Hao Jian from above.
Seeing this, an idea suddenly formed in Hao Jian's mind. First, he evaded Spear God's gunfire, then suddenly leaped onto a wall. Spear God's bullets immediately followed. At that moment, Hao Jian sprang again, using his extraordinary jumping prowess to leap to the ground, and Spear God's bullets naturally followed closely.
At this moment, Hao Jian's eyes tightly locked onto the iron passage beneath Spear God's feet. Holding the sword, he then leapt, using the wall beside the iron passage as a springboard, jumping onto the wall and then leaping again, gripping the Longsword and thrusting it forward. The sharpness of the Longsword once again surpassed Hao Jian's expectations.
One thrust towards the iron passage beneath Spear God's feet, which could normally bear the weight of a dozen people, was suddenly pierced through by the Longsword in Hao Jian's hand, stabbing at Spear God's feet.
Immediately, Spear God felt something piercing his foot, and when he looked, it was Hao Jian's Longsword that had directly pierced through the iron plate and then pierced his foot. The pain immediately transmitted to his brain nerves, then spread to every corner of his body.
In an instant, he felt his whole body seemed to be pierced, almost crying out in pain.
Thus, he held the gun and frantically fired at the iron plate beneath his feet. Hao Jian, not being foolish, seeing that something was wrong, immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, stabilizing himself on the ground.
After several rounds of firing, seeing that Hao Jian had retreated, Spear God stopped pulling the trigger. Looking back, the iron plate he had shot at was already riddled with holes, barely holding on, and with a slight movement, it would fall. Looking at his own foot again, a severe pain surged.
That one strike from Hao Jian was more painful to him than being stabbed himself. He never expected Hao Jian still had such a move. That strike on his left foot immediately affected his mobility, making it impossible to shoot and relocate. He thus occupied his position, frantically firing at Hao Jian to suppress him.
Hiding behind cover, Hao Jian laughed and said, "Are your bullets free?"
Spear God's mind was completely clouded with anger as he said, "Shut the hell up! Today, it's either you die or I live!"
Spear God checked the injury on his foot. In the past, if he couldn't beat Hao Jian and faced a disadvantage, he would rely on his speed advantage to escape quickly. Now, with his foot thoroughly injured by Hao Jian, he couldn't run if he couldn't defeat Hao Jian, nor could he hope to escape. There was simply no running away.
Given the circumstances, there was only one option: fight to the death. He was determined to take down Hao Jian this time, no matter what; otherwise, there wouldn't be another chance. If he didn't eliminate Hao Jian this time, it was very likely Hao Jian would kill him. So at this moment, his mind filled only with hatred as he aimed the gun at Hao Jian, ready to shoot as soon as Hao Jian showed himself.
Spear God, limping and hobbling, moved his body slowly, aiming for a better shooting position. Suddenly, he saw Hao Jian's leg, instantly aiming and firing a shot. "Bang!" The shot hit, but immediately, an unpleasant expression crossed Spear God's face as he realized he had been tricked; it wasn't Hao Jian's leg, but a fake.
Suddenly, Hao Jian jumped out, and then he aimed at Hao Jian again, but Hao Jian's speed was just too fast. No matter how fast his gun fired, the bullets could not catch up with Hao Jian's speed. After each shot, the bullets only chased Hao Jian's heels, forming a line of bullet holes following his trail.
Hao Jian leaped, and within a fraction of a second, the Spear God calculated Hao Jian's movement trick, firing several shots towards the landing spot where Hao Jian was heading. But just as he pulled the trigger, Hao Jian made a 360-degree spin in mid-air, halting his advance, then leaped again, landing in another spot.
The Spear God cursed silently, damn it. He never thought he would be shaken off by Hao Jian. At this moment, he limped forward like a cripple, dragging blood all over the ground from his feet. After finding a new best shooting position, he immediately raised his gun and aimed at Hao Jian.
In an instant, a shot was fired. Hao Jian spat quietly, not expecting the Spear God to follow so closely; several times his shots almost hit him. If not for his timely reactions, those shots would have struck him. However, if he wanted to injure him, it wasn't quite so easy.
The shot from the Spear God came, Hao Jian slightly tilted his head, and a bullet whizzed past his neck. If it was off by just about a centimeter, it would have shot straight into his neck. Hao Jian cursed silently, damn it.
Thinking that dragging out the Spear God's stamina had been going on for quite some time, Hao Jian made up his mind not to continue dragging it out.
He suddenly looked at the Spear God, his eyes shooting out a killing intent, rushing over; the Spear God, also with bloodshot eyes, seeing Hao Jian rushing in, left no reservation, pulled the trigger, and fired at Hao Jian continuously. Fortunately, Hao Jian's speed and reactions were fast, or else he would have been riddled with bullets.
Hao Jian swiftly approached the Spear God, thirty meters, twenty-five meters, twenty meters, getting closer and closer, moving fast, covering a meter in less than a fraction of a second.
Ten meters!
Hao Jian was getting closer to the Spear God, close enough that he would be face to face with the Spear God in just a few seconds, and then kill him with a single sword. His speed did not slow down; on the contrary, it increased.
Closer, closer, at this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on the Spear God's face, a smile in a critical moment, and then he laughed out loud.
Suddenly, the Spear God dropped the Furious Dragon Spear in his hand, then picked up another gun on his back, a gun specially made to kill Hao Jian, the Ice Phoenix Spear.
The Spear God raised the Ice Phoenix Spear, aiming, instantly locking onto Hao Jian. When Hao Jian was just five meters away, he immediately pulled the trigger, and at that moment, the world turned colorless. The sky seemed to be shrouded in a world of ice and snow, with temperatures dropping to a terrifying level, chilling to the point of suffocation.
Xie Qianqian exclaimed in alarm, and Jiang Long reacted at once, pulling Li Xin and others to quickly escape the icy world caused by the Spear God's shot.
The real power of the Ice Phoenix Spear lies in this. Although it leaves the shooter exhausted after just one shot, its power is astonishing, so strong that even the Spear God was reluctant to fire it casually.
So he waited, waited for a chance, waited for Hao Jian to come close, and when he approached, he fired this strongest shot at the closest range, leaving Hao Jian with no place to bury his body.
He chuckled, and at the moment he pulled the trigger, a mocking expression appeared on his face like never before. He laughed maniacally, a laugh that contorted his face.
Finally, after planning to kill Hao Jian for so long and acting so many times, all ending in failure, even when Hao Jian was severely wounded, each attempt failed, only for Hao Jian to reappear unharmed in front of him.
He wanted to kill Hao Jian more than anyone else. Day and night, he thought only of killing Hao Jian. At this moment, he finally succeeded; he could finally kill Hao Jian.
As long as he killed Hao Jian, he would become the one with the power to kill the God of Death, his power surpassed even the God of Death.
He was very excited; at this moment, he was very excited, every brain cell of his was jumping with excitement.