Chapter 297 - 274: Migrant Workers
"Holy crap, how come this guy’s style is so different from everyone else?"
Gray Rain, hiding by the wall, was incredibly shocked; even by players’ standards, Gouchen’s mental state in his killing spree was insanely extreme.
The previously busy subway platform had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with two Flying Iron Swords swiftly cutting through the tendons of the slower civilians, tripping them on the stairs and hindering the reinforcements from the ground level.
The Stormtroopers and interstellar soldiers had already discovered that firearms were ineffective against Gouchen himself, and showed quite impressive tactical skills in those moments.
Some fired at the iron swords to obstruct their flight,
others threw hand grenades, or covered each other to quickly close in on Gouchen himself, using melee weapons like combat knives, Chain Saw Swords, and Power Axes to attack.
However, toys ultimately have their limitations, and a single attack was not enough to instantly kill Gouchen;
however severely wounded he was, even if his hands and feet were severed or his neck half chopped off, a sip of Life Potion would heal him instantly.
"Really, it hurts a lot."
Gouchen’s eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled as he let out a low growl through gritted teeth.
His body burst forth with robust Sword Qi, shaking off the several interstellar soldiers suppressing him, and then lifted his right hand to recall his long-hilted Iron Sword.