The Mightiest Little Peasant c1-799

by Watermelonian, 西瓜星人

  He stood there, his face as gloomy as swamp water.

  “Two hundred million dollars, assassins from all over the world… what a spendthrift!” He mumbled as he furrowed his brows.

  He had thought the Song guy hired a bunch of assassins, but he did not expect that he would put an international bounty of two hundred million dollars on his head.

  There were perhaps thousands, or tens of thousands, of assassins in the entire world.

  As long as the bounty remained active, assassins would continue to come. He would not be able to kill them all.

  He had to find that Song guy and get him to take the bounty down.

  Before that, he had something else to do.

  “Now that you’re all here, don’t even think of leaving!”

  Tang Hao mumbled coldly. The killing intent in his eyes grew.

  He did not want to run away. He had to retaliate and kill all those assassins.

  Chapter 407 - The Assassins From Hindustan

  Night eventually fell.

  The street lamps lit up.

  Many cars stopped at each junction around Tang Hao’s residential area. Various types of people sat in them. There were people from Huaxia, Dongying, Nanyang, Hindustan, and Westerners from Europe and the Americas.

  They looked and dressed differently, but all of them had the same goal.

  That was, to kill!

  Many of them took out their phones and tablets to review the bounty information.

  They sneered condescendingly after reading through it again.

  The information was not accurate. According to the bounty notice, the kid was only a mundane person. However, that ‘mundane person’ had already killed more than twenty assassins.

  Some of them were even quite famous. A mundane person would not be able to do that.

  They finally knew why the kid’s life was worth two hundred million dollars.

  However, that did not scare them away but instead piqued their curiosity.

  No matter how powerful the kid might be, he was only by himself.

  Some of them had already formed alliances to increase their chances of winning.

  They sat in their cars and primed their weapons. No one dared to act first, because they knew that the first to act would become everyone’s target.

  To earn the two hundred million dollars, not only do they need to kill that kid, but they also have to survive to collect the bounty.

  All their effort would go to waste if they died before they claimed the reward.

  People continued to arrive as time passed. Most of the newcomers were not from Huaxia.

  The Huaxia assassins had already arrived early and were lying in wait. The people that arrived later were foreigners.

  Many people were getting impatient. They wanted to infiltrate the residential area to kill that kid.

  Meanwhile, in the residential area’s basement parking lot.

  Tang Hao sat on the hood of a car and waited quietly.

  He waited for the right time to strike.

  Many people lived in the area. All he could do was to wait for a later hour so there would be fewer people on the streets. That was how he could minimize innocent casualties.

  If he had a choice, he would rather not fight the assassins near the residential area. Unfortunately, many assassins were already waiting for him there before he could leave.

  That was about six o’clock in the evening. He dared not expose himself in the open in case innocent people got involved.

  Fortunately, those assassins did not act rashly. They were wary about Tang Hao’s abilities and had not acted since then.

  He had placed Liu Bingyao in another car, and laid maze formations and concealment spells around it. He also crafted many defensive jade talismans and deployed them all.

  It was finally half-past nine.

  Tang Hao sat up. His eyes narrowed and flashed with a shocking sharpness.

  He hopped off the car and walked toward the entrance.

  Meanwhile, outside the residential area, the assassins were getting impatient. Many of them had opened their car doors and prepared to go out. However, they saw a figure coming out of the entrance of the residential area.

  The street lamps illuminated that figure.

  He stood straight and his stance was as sharp as a sword. When they saw his face clearly, it was that kid on the bounty notice.

  The assassins were all surprised by his appearance.

  They had considered the countless ways the kid would escape, but they did not expect that the kid would exit the residential area so blatantly.

  ‘Is this kid crazy?

  ‘Or is he so stupid that he did not notice them all?’

  Everyone’s expressions changed at that instant. They were excited, but at the same time, their eyes flashed with greed and eagerness, as though the figure in front of them was not a person but rather a walking stack of two hundred million dollars.

  “Haha! The two hundred million is mine!”

  A Westerner laughed, rushed out of his car, and lifted his gun.

  Before he could open fire, a loud bang was heard. A hole appeared on his head from which blood spurted out.

  His expression froze on his face, then his body wobbled and fell on the ground, dead.

  The assassins that were preparing to rush out of their cars were shocked.

  ‘That was a fast shot, and it was a headshot too!’

  “Kill him! Kill that kid!”

  Someone shouted and opened fire.

  Many people shouted in various languages.

  Tatatat!

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Bullets poured in from all directions onto the figure standing at the entrance of the residential area.

  Tang Hao’s body flashed and a gun appeared in each of his hands. Every time he fired a shot, someone would get hit and fall on the ground.

  His bullets seemed to have eyes. Each one of them found its way into someone’s head.

  Every time he fired his guns, blood would spurt from someone’s head and another life would be extinguished].

  The assassins were beginning to feel afraid after a while.

  ‘This is too damn scary!

  ‘Is the kid a phantom? Why aren’t we hitting him? And why is every shot from the kid a headshot? Is he the God of Guns incarnate?

  ‘Dammit, just who is he? He’s a freak!’

  “Change the guns! Change the guns! Bring out something more powerful!” Someone yelled.

  In a minivan, a few tall, blonde, and blue-eyed Westerners threw away the submachine guns in their hands, took out a six-barreled Gatling cannon, and aimed it at Tang Hao.

  Tang Hao also threw away his guns, took out an RPG, and aimed it at the minivan.

  The Westerners were dumbstruck.

  ‘What the hell is going on?

  ‘Why does the kid own an RPG? Also, where did he take it out from? Did he hide it in his pocket or behind him?’

  “F*ck!” They cursed after coming to their senses.

  They threw away the Gatling cannon and scattered in all directions.

  Whoosh!

  The explosive rocket was fired at the minivan.

  The shockwave sent the Westerners flying. When they fell on their ground, they were either heavily injured or were knocked out.

  The street was instantly deathly silent.

  The assassins looked at him, dumbstruck and slack-jawed.

  “Gulp!” They swallowed with much difficulty.

  They realized that the tables had been turned. They were not the ones hunting him down, but rather, he was the one hunting them down.

  That godlike gun accuracy and the RPG that came out of nowhere. The kid was indeed a freak.

  Everyone screamed frantically and tried to scramble back into their cars.

  They would not be able to kill that kid. It would be better if the people higher up in the assassin ranking chart took care of him.

  Tang Hao was not going to let them esc
ape. A few more explosive rockets later, and all the cars were in flames.

  After that, he took out his machine guns and mowed all the assassins down.

  Bang!

  Another person fell.

  Tang Hao was about to give chase to the few remaining survivors when he heard someone playing the flute from the other end of the street.

  The sound of the flute was weird. Then, he could hear snake hisses.

  It was not a mere one or two snakes, but a crowd of them.

  A person appeared from that end of the street. He was dressed in white and wore a strange piece of headgear on his head. Evidently, he was from Hindustan.

  Chapter 408 - Totally Insane

  The sound of the flute echoed in the night.

  The figure slowly walked toward Tang Hao. The illumination from the street lamps showed that he was someone wrinkly, thin, and dark. His face was skeletal, and the headgear he wore was tall and exotic.

  He held a flute in his hands, on which he played an eerie melody.

  Snakes were coiled around his neck and waist. There were many more snakes following behind him.

  What was most surprising was that the snakes did not slither on the ground but rather floated in the air. They looked like cobras but with wings. Some of them were black, and some of them were vividly colored.

  Every snake was about as thick as a man’s wrist.

  Tang Hao was surprised when he saw that.

  Flying snakes?

  An assassin from Hindustan?

  He was confused.

  However, all around him, the surviving assassins stuck their heads out from behind cover and exclaimed in surprise.

  “It’s Sallu, the Snake Demon! The freaks from the top ten are here!”

  There were countless assassins in the world, and everyone who found themselves a spot on the assassin ranking chart was an expert killer. Those who were in the top ten had superhuman abilities. They were monsters more than humans.

  Sallu was number nine on the ranking chart. He was from Hindustan, an ancient country. He could control snakes to kill people, and he was also an expert in poisons.

  Sallu the Snake Demon was a name that inspired fear in the assassin world.

  “Haha! This kid is finished!”

  They laughed, rather glad that kid was going to fall.

  There were so many of them, but they were nearly all wiped out by the kid. That was a great shame to their profession.

  “Slaughter that kid!” They shouted.

  Tang Hao did not turn around but fired a few shots. Each of them was a headshot, and several people fell.

  The other assassins were cowed. They quickly hid behind cover and did not make another sound.

  The Hindustani stood in front of Tang Hao and stopped playing his flute. He narrowed his eyes to examine Tang Hao. His eyes looked like snake eyes, which was quite unnerving.

  “Kid from Huaxia! Not bad at all! But I am the great Sallu, the incarnation of the God of Snakes!

  “Tremble and cower under the mighty fire of the great Snake God!”

  He spread his arms and shouted fervently.

  Behind him, the snakes bared their fangs and coiled up, ready to strike.

  However, in the next moment, Sallu was surprised. His arms froze in the air.

  ‘Hm? This is weird! Why does the kid look so calm? He doesn’t seem to be afraid at all! Don’t tell me he’s scared out of his wits?’

  “Why… Why aren’t you scared?” He asked, a little confused.

  Tang Hao rolled his eyes. “What’s there to be scared about?” He said.

  He had slain before a five-hundred-year-old serpent monster and even a sea dragon. Why should he be afraid of small snakes?

  He glanced at the snakes and his mind wandered. ‘These snakes look not bad, they should be quite delicious.’

  However, he soon came to his senses. ‘Wait a minute! Why am I like the Taoist masters? I’m not going to eat every monster I kill!

  ‘That’s not appropriate!’ Tang Hao thought, though he could not shake off his curiosity.

  Sallu stood there awkwardly.

  ‘Any other person would be pissing his pants when they see my pets! No matter how brave he would be, he should look the least bit surprised! Why isn’t he afraid at all?

  ‘That gaze… why does it look so weird? Is he looking down on me?

  ‘Right! He’s looking down on me! The kid is looking down on me!’

  He became inexplicably angry.

  He, the great Sallu, had been looked down upon by a Huaxia kid. He could not tolerate that.

  “Die, you filthy kid!”

  Sallu roared. The snakes all around him shot forward like arrows.

  Tang Hao’s expression sank. He lifted his gun and fired a few shots.

  Clang! Clang! Clang!

  The bullets that hit the snakes ricocheted away. The snakes’ scales were as tough as steel.

  Tang Hao grimaced. ‘Tsk! They’re more powerful than I thought!’

  Sallu laughed out loud. “Hahaha! You filthy kid, my pets are impenetrable by guns and knives! Bullets have no effect on them! Are you afraid now?”

  “Afraid my *ss!”

  Tang Hao rolled his eyes. He took out his dragon tooth daggers and waved them about.

  Thud!

  A snake skull flew in the air and blood gushed out of its body.

  The blades danced in the air. The snake heads were separated from their bodies and fell on the ground.

  Sallu was thoroughly dumbfounded.

  His eyes were bulging and almost popped out of their sockets. His mouth was wide open, and his face was twisted.

  “You, you, you…”

  He pointed at Tang Hao with a finger, unable to form a complete sentence.

  “What about me?” Tang Hao yelled. He walked over and picked up a snake corpse. “Hm, the meat looks tender! It’s quite skinny though, but it should be good for a stew,” he said while examining it.

  When Sallu heard that, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

  ‘What did I just hear? Does the kid want to eat my snakes?

  ‘How can he be so cruel?

  ‘Just who is this kid?’

  Tang Hao tossed the snake on the ground and walked toward the Hindustani.

  “Don’t… Don’t come any closer…” Sallu trembled. His face was pale as a sheet.

  In desperation, he ordered the snakes that were coiled around him to pounce at Tang Hao.

  Tang Hao did not use the dagger this time. He grabbed the snakes in his hands, ripped them in two, and tossed them away. “Any more?” He said coldly.

  “Gulp!” Sallu swallowed with much difficulty.

  ‘Dammit! This kid is heartless! He’s a total freak!’

  “No more? Then die!” Tang Hao said coldly and punched Sallu’s face.

  The punch distorted Sallu’s face. His nose collapsed. Blood and snot flew everywhere.

  Bam! Bam! Bam! What a one-sided beatdown!

  Sallu’s eyes glazed over like a dead fish. He was already knocked out.

  He was beaten like a potato sack by Tang Hao, who showered him with punches and kicks.

  All the assassins were dumbstruck when they saw that.

  They could not believe what they were seeing.

  Was the person being punched around like a potato sack the number nine assassin on the ranking chart?

  Oh my god! This is insane!

  After a savage beatdown, Tang Hao finally stopped. He exhaled gently, and felt incredibly cathartic.

  The events earlier in the day, including his car blown up and his loved one caught in the crossfire, had caused him to be incredibly frustrated and angry.

  He felt a lot better after letting his anger out.

  He heard the sound of something slicing through the air behind him. A figure appeared silently above him and slashed downward with a sharp blade.

  It was a Dongying ninja cultivator.

  Tang Hao narrowed his eyes and waved hi
s dagger. The blade was sliced into two.

  The Dongying ninja cultivator was about to cheer at his victory, but his expression froze and his eyes widened.

  “Get over here, dammit!”

  Tang Hao roared, grabbed the ninja cultivator’s collar, and slammed him onto the ground. Then, he beat him up mercilessly.

  Chapter 409 - Wiping Out the Top Ten

  Wiping Out the Top Ten

  The street descended into a deathly silence.

  The assassins looked at the two figures sprawled on the ground whose heads were swollen like pigs.

  “That… that person should be number seven, right?” Someone said in a daze.

  “That’s right, he’s number seven!” Someone replied. He sounded like he was in a daze as well.

  The assassins in the top ten were monsters that inspired fear. However, number nine and number seven had fallen to that Huaxia kid.

  Moreover, that kid was only nineteen years old!

  That was incredible beyond belief!

  “Are all Huaxia people freaks like him?” Someone shouted.

  Tang Hao stood there with one foot on Sallu’s face. He looked around and roared, “If you all are already here, then you’d better stop hiding and come out now. No one gets to leave today!”

  His voice echoed in the night, but there was no movement.

  A long while later, a figure walked out from behind the shadows of the street corner. He was dressed in black and wore shades and a felt cap on his head. He carried a black suitcase in his hands. He looked just like the typical Nanyang shaman.

  Another person also appeared from another side. He was a Westerner with blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a black robe and carried a wooden staff. He was a warlock from the west.

  A few more people emerged one by one.

  “That’s number eight…”

  “That’s number five…”

  “Oh my god! Even number three is here!”