Supremely Talented Tyrant

"It seems you're still not planning to stop."

Shaking his head, Hao Jian stepped forward slowly towards Will, a faint aura swirling around him.

"Don't... don't come any closer!"

Seeing Hao Jian approaching, Will's face turned grim. Even hiding within the crowd provided him no sense of security, and he waved his hands frantically, shouting.

"Get up there, up there! Block this guy for me!"

One hundred thirty people, couldn't they capture Hao Jian?! Will did not believe otherwise; those five must have underestimated him, which was why Hao Jian could take them down one by one!

Upon hearing their young master's order, the faces of the hundred and thirty people showed hesitation. After all, the five lying on the ground served as the best example; how could a guy capable of fighting ten or twenty of them be so easily dealt with, and that too five in a row? How strong was this Huaxia person!

"Damn it! Get up there! Whoever can capture him, I'll give them ten million!"

At times like this, to boost morale, extreme methods must be used. And there was no method more effective for these people, who were all mercenaries, than money.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Sure enough, as Will's voice fell, these people's breaths turned rapid, their eyes turned red. This ten million wasn't some Korean won or yen; it was genuine US dollars!

If they got this ten million, they could live out their old age comfortably; they wouldn't even need to work in this line anymore!

"Brothers, go!"

"Roar, roar! Can more than a hundred people still not take down one kid?!"

"Yeah, and this kid is a Huaxia person too!"

"He must have used some trick to bring down the five bosses!"

Sometimes, people under enough pressure will say things they themselves don't believe, just to boost their own courage.

However, in Hao Jian's eyes, this approach was a very foolish decision. When facing an enemy you can't possibly defeat, you need not take risks but think about how to escape!

In any battle, luck is the sole blame for one's defeat, so Hao Jian never carries a trace of luck into any fight.

"Since you still plan on letting your subordinates make fools of themselves, then don't blame me."

Watching the crowd rushing forward, Hao Jian's eyes remained calm, devoid of any emotion. The God of Death was not someone just anyone could provoke!

"Hao... Hao Jian..."

The charge of a hundred and thirty people was quite a spectacle. Those guests had already rushed to safe corners the moment the battle began, and Will was immediately escorted by his bodyguards to a relatively safe place, at least ensuring his distance from Hao Jian was safe.

Sofia also hid behind a big tree, staring intently at the calm-standing Hao Jian, her small mouth slightly ajar, a worried expression on her attractive face.

She wasn't sure of Hao Jian's strength, but managing to take down five of Will's men seemed quite impressive to her. However, against over a hundred people now, she lacked confidence.

Even in such a situation, she couldn't be of any help, as if she dared to join, it would distract Hao Jian, increasing his chances of danger.

If not for this reason, she would have surged forward already. Yet, unbeknownst to her, her heart seemed to trust Hao Jian's words quite a bit, alongside a confidence that Hao Jian wouldn't get into trouble.

Worrying about Hao Jian getting into trouble, while also feeling he wouldn't, brought a very contradictory feeling—a sensation she had never experienced before.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

During Sofia's daze, Hao Jian had already collided with the more than a hundred people, instantly being swallowed by the crowd, disappearing from sight.

This scene caused many people's faces to change, and when Will saw Hao Jian recklessly dash into the crowd, he immediately grinned widely, laughing triumphantly, mocking Hao Jian's ignorance,

His group of bodyguards belonged to the ones protecting the estate. Though not as powerful as those five, they were his father's brought estate guards, whose capabilities were certainly not lacking.

Among them were even a dozen individuals known as geniuses within the army and mercenaries. Even those five would struggle against these dozen; never mind Hao Jian, now surrounded by the crowd.

Imagining Hao Jian getting beaten black and blue before appearing in front of him, Will couldn't help but laugh aloud, his colorful hair trembling in the laughter.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

However, very soon, one bodyguard after another flew out, abruptly halting Will's laughter. His frozen face created a comical contrast with his subordinates being thrown out.

To incite this group, Will had indeed used a monetary attack! The ten million wasn't something he cared about with his means, but as long as it worked, it was fine!

The fact was, the ten million did succeed, but his subordinates were fundamentally not Hao Jian's opponents!

"Huaxia person!"

Through gritted teeth, a voice filled with rage slipped through Will's clenched mouth.

"Weak, weak, weak! Too weak!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Hao Jian moved with agility, constantly dodging one dagger after another. With unknown steps, he weaved around these people from all directions, and each time he flashed, someone fell or was sent flying.

Time was slipping away, and sweat gradually appeared on Hao Jian's forehead. Such high-intensity action made him show signs of fatigue, but this fatigue was quickly swept away.

Never underestimate the God of Death's recovery ability!

This was a declaration jointly issued by the supreme figures of the mercenary and assassin worlds. Only those who had fought with Hao Jian knew how formidable his recovery ability was!

But clearly, these bodyguards weren't aware of Hao Jian's recovery ability. Seeing only the sweat on his forehead, they were overjoyed and shouted joyously.

"Everyone, hang in there, this Huaxia person is exhausted!"

"Hold on! Wear him out!"

"Roar!"

Seeing Hao Jian starting to tire, these bodyguards seemed to see hope, as the pressure from the Huaxia person was immense!

"Oh? Did you misunderstand something?"

The corner of Hao Jian's mouth curved slightly with a mocking arc. His light laughter slowly spread, and as he waved his hand, a faint Qi Force swirled in his palms.

"I'm not that weak..."

As Hao Jian displayed his strength, the remaining fifty-plus people quickly dwindled. In just one minute, only ten people were left in the field!

"Heh, it seems you are somewhat lucky, but your luck ends here."

Seeing these ten people, Hao Jian slowly exhaled, his breath long and steady, lasting a full minute. During this minute, the ten people and other onlookers held their breath, not daring to make a sound, fearing to break the sudden silence.

When they finally snapped back to reality, realizing their breathing was labored, their faces flushed red. Each lowered their head, panting heavily.

As the first person among them started to breathe again, Hao Jian abruptly pulled back his energy. His gaze sharpened, and with a tap of his toe on the ground, his body shot out like a cannonball!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Following closely were sounds of flesh meeting fist. In the blink of an eye, the ten people, with terror-stricken faces, were collectively sent flying, landing under a distant tree, leaving some dents in the trunk. This level of force probably broke more than just bones...

"Phew, it's been a long time since I fought so many people in one go..."

With a slow withdrawal of his fists, Hao Jian finally released his remaining energy, a slight smile replacing his previously calm expression.

He stepped forward towards Will. If a keen observer looked closely, they'd notice each of Hao Jian's steps was evenly paced.

As Hao Jian approached Will, the guests attending the party finally snapped out of it, looking in horror at the more than a hundred people lying on the ground...

These people were scattered, yet there wasn't a drop of blood spilled, only bruises and swelling, evidently showing that Hao Jian had held back considerably.

When the God of Death acted, he never left any survivors. However, he had long since retired, lacking the heart once filled with a dense Killing Intent. Yet, the Killing Intent surrounding him seemed to have intensified instead of diminished.

"Heh heh, now let's discuss your situation..."

Hao Jian slowly squatted in front of the limp Will, his mouth curved into a smile that revealed his white teeth. What once was a sunny smile appeared to Will like the smile of the God of Death.

"You... you stay away! I... my father is... is Felix... a stockholder of Nicholas!"

"What a fool!"

Hearing this thirty-year-old guy still relying on his influence to intimidate, Hao Jian shook his head and sneered, "Since I dared to cause trouble here, do you really think I haven't considered the consequences?!"

"Others may fear you Nicholas, but I certainly do not!"

"What do you mean?"

Will probably couldn't grasp what Hao Jian's identity might be or why he spoke as he did.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Shaking his head, Hao Jian didn't intend to chat with someone who knew nothing and was about to extend his fist...

"Sir, you've caused enough trouble in my estate. Shouldn't you be preparing to leave?"

A low, threatening voice suddenly came from a corner of the back garden, reaching Hao Jian's ears and causing the corner of his mouth to rise slightly.

The real host finally appeared?