Godslayer: Jiahao Gets Stronger? Starting with a Big Chicken with Sauce

The members of Squad 136 were stunned into silence for three seconds by Wang Jia'ao's bold words.

Hongying was the first to react, turning to look at Zhao Kongcheng and speaking in a low voice.

"Old Zhao, are you sure he didn't escape from some mental hospital?"

Zhao Kongcheng's lips twitched: "His words are indeed a bit... well, his strength is real. I saw him shatter the masked man's elbow with my own eyes."

He called it "so-so".

Wu Xiangnan's gaze fell on Wang Jia'ao with a hint of scrutiny.

"Old Zhao, before you brought him back, didn't you explain to him clearly what the Night's Watch was?"

"I've explained it clearly."

"And his attitude..."

"That's just his attitude." Zhao Kongcheng spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

Chen Muyi remained leaning against the wall, arms crossed, silently watching Wang Jia'ao.

Wang Jia'ao stood in the center of the hall, hands in his pockets, head slightly tilted, looking at Chen Muye, without the slightest hint of nervousness on his face.

[Jiahao Value +40]

[Jiahao Value +30]

[Jiahao Value +25]

[Jiahao Value +20]

[Jiahao Value...]

[Current Jiahao Value: 1700]

Seeing Jiahao's value increase, Wang Jia'ao was overjoyed.

Chen Muyi's contribution of Jiahao points was significantly higher than that of others.

As expected of Chuanjing, the stronger the individual, the more Jiahao points they can extract.

With Hong Ying, Wen Qimo, Wu Xiangnan, and the others combined, breaking the 2,000 Jiahao points mark would be a piece of cake if they played a few more rounds.

Thinking of this, the smile on his lips widened even further.

Hongying couldn't hold back any longer. She took a few steps to stand in front of Wang Jia'ao, looked down at him for a while, and then suddenly stretched out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Hey, can you see my hand?"

Wang Jia'ao glanced at it: "I see it, five fingers, what's wrong?"

"Looks like there's nothing wrong with your eyes."

Hongying withdrew her hand. "Then are you out of your mind? What good does it do you to go against the captain?"

"I didn't fight him."

Wang Jia'ao spoke sincerely, "I'm just stating the facts. I'm strong, you're weak, isn't that obvious?"

Hongying: "???"

[Jiahao Value +25]

[Current Jiahao Value: 1725]

Standing by the window, Leng Xuan finally couldn't hold back any longer and said expressionlessly, "Newcomer, it's not appropriate for you to mock the whole team on your first day."

Wang Jia'ao turned to look at him: "You use a sniper rifle?"

"Um."

"That's good for you. We won't have any interaction."

Wang Jia'ao said, "I never solve problems more than 500 meters away; I prefer to resolve them face-to-face."

In your words, you call this fire support, but I call this a head-on crushing attack.

We have different goals.

Leng Xuan's face darkened.

Wen Qimo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

He glanced at Wang Jia'ao, then at Leng Xuan's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

No, I have to hold back.

Si Xiaonan remained silent throughout, her expression surprisingly calm.

In her eyes, Wang Jia'ao was mentally challenged.

Zhao Kongcheng couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over to Chen Muye and said in a low voice, "Captain, this kid is actually alright, he just likes to pretend a little."

Don't bother with him...

Chen Muye's gaze remained fixed on Wang Jia'ao for a long while before he spoke calmly, "Old Zhao, when you reported to me last night, you said that he made you blush three times."

Zhao Kongcheng's face stiffened: "That was an accident."

"He admitted it himself; it's his usual routine."

After Chen Muyi finished speaking, he finally lowered his arms from his chest, straightened up from the wall, and walked to Wang Jia'ao, where he stood.

The two were less than a meter apart.

Wang Jia'ao looked up at him. Chen Muye was a head taller than him, and the imposing presence was indeed strong when they stood close, but Wang Jia'ao's eyelashes didn't even tremble.

"Your name is Wang Jia'ao," Chen Muye said.

"That's right."

"A second-year high school student, ranked first in the entire school, who killed a masked man with his bare hands, and who seems to have awakened some kind of forbidden power to enhance his body."

"The information is quite comprehensive."

Wang Jia'ao nodded. "However, you're wrong about one thing."

"Which point?"

"Not just suspected."

Wang Jia'ao extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then slowly clenched them, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound. "It's true."

Chen Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

His gaze fell on Wang Jia'ao's clenched right fist, he paused for two seconds, and then said a few words:

"Then let's give it a try."

"How do I try?"

Chen Muye turned around, walked towards the sliding door to the back hall of the firm, opened it halfway, and turned his head to the side:

"Follow me, there's a training area in the basement of the office."

Didn't you say you were strong? Let's have a fight.

Let me see just how much substance your "so-so" really has.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Hongying's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "The captain is going to personally participate?!"

Zhao Kongcheng was also taken aback: "Captain, are you serious? He just joined the team..."

"This serves as a good opportunity to join the team."

Chen Muye walked into the underground training ground without looking back. "What, are you afraid I'll cripple him?"

Zhao Kongcheng chuckled sheepishly, "No, I was just worried he'd upset you. That kid's got a sharp tongue, but his fists are tougher."

Hongying was already excited. "Attack! Attack now! I haven't seen the captain fight in ages! Let's teach this Jiahao a lesson!"

Wu Xiangnan frowned slightly, but said nothing and followed.

Wen Qimo walked towards the underground training field. As he passed Wang Jia'ao, he whispered, "Be careful, the captain doesn't hold back."

Wang Jia'ao glanced at him sideways: "Thanks for the reminder."

However, he should be careful. I'm afraid I might hurt him if I don't control my strength, and then I'll have a hard time explaining it.

Wen Qimo paused, turned to look at Wang Jia'ao to confirm that the other party was serious, and then silently walked away.

[Jiahao Value +20]

[Current Jiahao Value: 1745]

Are you kidding me?!

Zhao Kongcheng walked over, patted Wang Jia'ao on the shoulder, and lowered his voice:

"Kid, the captain is serious."

It's fine if you can get the upper hand verbally, but when things get physical, you should admit defeat when necessary. Don't try to be tough.

Wang Jia'ao looked at him: "Uncle, you seem genuinely worried about me."

"Nonsense! You're the one I brought in!"

"Then don't worry."

Wang Jia'ao gave him a confident smile, "I'll go easy on you later."

Zhao Kongcheng: "???"

[Jiahao Value +10]

[Current Jiahao Value: 1755]

After Wang Jia'ao finished speaking, he walked towards the underground training ground.

Zhao Kongcheng stood there, stunned, feeling that his blood pressure was probably going to drop to zero by this kid.

Chen Muyi was already standing in the center of the training field, having taken off his jacket and wearing only a black short-sleeved shirt, revealing the well-defined contours of his muscles. He stretched his wrists and neck, his knuckles making a soft cracking sound.

"Come."

Wang Jia'ao walked to a position about five meters away from him and stood still with his hands in his pockets.

Hongying rested her chin on her hands, her eyes shining.

Wu Xiangnan stood behind her, his arms crossed, his gaze steady.

Leng Xuan and his group also came over, looking forward to a good show.

Zhao Kongcheng stood on the far side, his palms sweaty.

Wanla, although this kid is a bit extravagant, he's not really a bad person at heart.

I just hope the captain won't beat this kid too badly.

"Let's make this clear first."

Chen Muye spoke up, "I won't hold back when I attack. If you can't take it, just say so, and I'll hold back."

Wang Jia'ao nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Upon hearing this, Chen Muyi took a step forward and shot forward like an arrow.

Its speed was astonishing; its figure traced a smooth straight line across the gray-white ground. Its right fist, wrapped in wind, slammed straight towards Wang Jia'ao's chest.

In Chen Muye's view, there is only one way to make this eccentric and chuunibyou Jiahao obedient and respectful to his seniors: beat him into submission.

Before the punch even landed, the wind had already arrived.

Wang Jia'ao pulled his right hand out of his pocket, spread his fingers, and pushed his palm forward.

Fist and palm meet.

A deep, muffled thud echoed in the air, like two heavy stones colliding violently.

Wang Jia'ao stood still, his palm firmly blocking Chen Muye's charge. The fist remained unmoved in his palm.

Chen Muye's expression changed slightly.

His other fist followed immediately, slashing diagonally upwards from below at a tricky angle, aiming straight for Wang Jia'ao's waist and ribs.

This punch was faster and heavier than the previous one, clearly indicating an adjustment in power after being blocked.

Wang Jia'ao kept his left hand in his pocket, loosened his right hand from Chen Muye's fist, and then slightly shifted his body to easily dodge it.

"Is this all the speed you're going to get? That's way too slow."