Supremely Talented Tyrant

Chapter 1833 - 2034: Scared to Fall!

They're out there mixing it up, perhaps a bit impulsive in their actions, prone to acting on emotion, but they're not fools. What's most important in life is naturally life itself. If you're out there risking your life and end up losing it, what's the point of all this? The worst situation isn't being stuck at the bottom and always being bullied, but rather losing your life in the mix. That's the real tragedy.Earlier, Qiao Ge's words might still have some intimidating effect on them. Maybe listening to Qiao Ge, they'd get fired up and charge forward. But after witnessing that person's tragic fate, and then seeing those two risk-takers lying on the ground in agony, even if they wanted to prove themselves, that thought was instantly pushed back. There's no such thought now.

Anyone having such a thought at this moment is surely a fool, but clearly, there aren't any fools in their group.

Including Zhang Hao, who initially wanted to beat up Hao Jian in anger, and then make fun of Liang Xiaohan. However, when he saw Hao Jian driving his incredibly valuable sports car and crashing into Qiao Ge's van, instantly turning the van into scrap metal.

Though Hao Jian's sports car only had a dent in the front, the damage caused undoubtedly exceeded the scrapping of Qiao Ge's van. And when he got out of the car, Qiao Ge's face was full of pain and distress, whereas Hao Jian got out of his vehicle without even glancing at it. This indifferent attitude showed he wasn't concerned about money at all.

Then witnessing Hao Jian's showcased skills, Zhang Hao's inner emotions changed from shock to pure terror. If before he thought about swinging an Iron Rod at Hao Jian's head to teach him a lesson for offending him, that thought vanished now because he realized he couldn't achieve it.

Everyone present isn't a fool; they've all seen these points.

Afterward, Qiao Ge noticed his words had no effect, no one paid attention to him, and he became a bit angry. He grabbed a retreating lackey and slapped him across the face.

"Damn it, useless! Get in there for me!" Qiao Ge shouted in rage.

The lackey, seeing the situation clearly but with Qiao Ge right before him, dared not speak a word; he could only take the hit with a resentful look, unable to utter a single word.

Qiao Ge got even angrier seeing that cowardly look, kicked him away, and grabbed another person, questioning him face-to-face: "Damn it, are you a coward? Do you dare to get in there?"

The lackey was instantly dumbstruck, instinctively shaking his head, then realizing Qiao Ge was asking him, and quickly nodded his head. Though he changed his answer, in Qiao Ge's eyes, he was still deemed a coward who dared not act.

Immediately, without thinking, Qiao Ge released his hold on the man's collar and kicked him away. He walked over to grab another person to question, but he'd only just reached there when he saw those people avoiding him, instinctively stepping back.

Instantly, an unnamed anger surged in Qiao Ge's mind, and he furiously roared: "Damn it, useless! All of you are useless! Every single one of you is useless!"

He stopped trying to grab people to ask questions, directly snatched an Iron Rod from a lackey's hand and solemnly walked towards Hao Jian. Walking briskly, all eyes focused on him. He knew the gap in prowess between him and Hao Jian, but so many lackeys were watching him. He couldn't afford to retreat; had he done so now, how could he continue being their leader?

If he didn't hand over his position as leader, those lackeys likely wouldn't respect him. His hard-earned efforts over time would be wasted.

Thus, knowing he was outmatched, courage welled up from nowhere, driving him to charge at Hao Jian with the Iron Rod, without a second thought. The lackeys were dumbfounded, seeing their leader become so fierce, and immediately hung their heads in shame and remorse.

Qiao Ge's role did indeed have an effect; some began to have second thoughts, following him. Should he act, perhaps a large group would follow him in action.

Yet, sometimes the aura is undeniable; his was temporary, but Hao Jian's was accumulated over years. So, initially full of courage, even imagining how he'd strike Hao Jian down and have Hao Jian beg for mercy.

However… when he advanced to Hao Jian, feeling the increasingly menacing aura emanating from Hao Jian, his face changed drastically, hardly able to sustain it.

He originally thought that when he arrived before Hao Jian, instantly he'd swing the Iron Rod down. But when he approached Hao Jian, he realized he hadn't even acted out, and his entire arm trembled. Now, forget swinging the Iron Rod; he might not even be able to hold or steady it properly.

He felt his entire arm quivering, his whole body shaking, not knowing why. All he knew was when he came within seven or eight meters of Hao Jian, his body trembled uncontrollably.

What he didn't know was this was the aura Hao Jian exuded after slaying countless people. Forget trembling, if Hao Jian unleashed his aura entirely, he might be kneeling with blood pouring from his ears, eyes, and nose.

But with so many lackeys watching, retreat wasn't an option. Anger surged violently, hair standing on end, raising the Iron Rod to swing at Hao Jian. Just then, Hao Jian looked up, eyes fixed on him for a second.

And within that brief second, he seemed to glimpse something he shouldn't, akin to falling into a certain abyss, surrounded by countless corpses and skeletons. Numerous skeletal hands grasped his leg, trying to pull him down. Frightened, he resisted, desperately trying to shake off the gripping hands.

Yet, all efforts were futile; he couldn't shake off the hands, gradually being dragged down. An endless fear enveloped him, more than he'd ever felt, even in those mere seconds, causing cold sweat to drench him.

When Hao Jian's gaze withdrew, he suddenly emerged from the boundless darkness, unable to control his body, and fell forward. He was about thirty centimeters away from Hao Jian. Hao Jian slightly stepped back, and he stumbled to the ground.

Face and mouth crashed into the dirt, Iron Rod falling, and landed upon his hand—a most humiliating fall.

He hadn't regained his senses; the lackeys behind him saw his embarrassing state. Originally viewing him as a formidable leader, but now, a hint of disdain crept into their eyes.

They weren't Qiao Ge, unaware of the terror Qiao Ge had faced moments ago. They'd only seen Qiao Ge swinging the Iron Rod at Hao Jian, expecting it to hit Hao Jian. Had that been the case, they definitely wouldn't fear, immediately charging up to help beat Hao Jian.

However, what they saw was Qiao Ge swinging, only to unexpectedly fall to the ground. You might miss when swinging an Iron Rod, but falling so directly defied belief! This truly exceeded their imagination, managing to maintain serious expressions without laughing was already restraining to the maximum.

Qiao Ge, facedown on the ground, still in shock. Seconds later, he recovered from the fear, slowly standing up. Standing, he saw Hao Jian before him, recalled those images, instantly weakening at the knees, almost kneeling.

Initially thinking of confronting Hao Jian, but after those scenes seen from Hao Jian, pulling him into such an environment, though unaware of its nature, it inexplicably instilled a sense of mystery about Hao Jian—clearly, not someone he could contend with.

Yet, before he could dwell on this, he suddenly heard an engine's intense roar, followed by a "bang!" sound. The van parked roadside was hit, resonating a loud noise.

Only a few seconds passed before more loud noises occurred. Those vans, one by one, were pushed forward by something behind, hastily advancing.

Unconsciously, everyone's attention shifted, and with closer inspection, they saw seven or eight rugged Hummers ramming the vans, steadily pushing them forward. At this point, the van's rear sections were completely wrecked.