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

Chen Muye traced an almost straight trajectory in the air and crashed into the protective wall at the end of the training field.

His reaction at that moment was nothing short of terrifying.

His spine twisted suddenly in mid-air, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his feet precisely pushed off the wall just before they made contact.

"Bang!"

The wall emitted a low, muffled thud, and cracks radiated outwards from the soles of his feet.

Using the recoil from that push, Chen Muyi flipped and landed, his knees slightly bent, stabilizing his center of gravity, the hem of his black short-sleeved shirt still fluttering slightly.

Chen Muyi looked up at Wang Jia'ao, his eyes showing astonishment.

Such immense power?

Is this truly a realm of light?

Is this reasonable?

On the sidelines, Hongying stared in disbelief. "The captain got kicked away?"

She turned to look at Zhao Kongcheng, her gaze filled with an extremely complex emotion.

No, where did Old Zhao find this monster?

Zhao Kongcheng did not answer, but his astonished expression said it all.

Wu Xiangnan stood behind Hong Ying, his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Wang Jia'ao and Chen Muyi twice, and carefully analyzed, "That knee strike just now wasn't very fast."

"What?" Hongying turned her head to look at him.

"But it's an overwhelming force."

Wu Xiangnan's tone remained calm. "The captain used his arm to block, but his entire left arm was crushed, breaking his defensive posture and causing him to lose his balance."

This shows that the opponent's strength far exceeded that of the captain at the time.

"You mean, the captain was completely outmatched in strength?" Hongying asked with difficulty.

Wu Xiangnan was silent for two seconds. "It seems that way so far. Moreover, it appears that the captain suppressed his mental power to the early stage of the Sichuan Realm at that time, but even so, he was still overwhelmed by the power."

Wen Qimo glanced at the high school student in the center of the field with his hands in his pockets and hissed softly.

In the center of the field.

Chen Muyi slowly straightened up, moved his left arm, and his joints made a slight clicking sound.

"That's interesting."

Wang Jia'ao tilted his head slightly. "Just a little interesting?"

"That kick of yours was definitely heavy."

Chen Muyi lowered his arm and walked back to the center of the arena. "But fighting isn't just about strength."

"So what else do you think there is?"

"Skills, experience, and judgment!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Muye's figure suddenly blurred for a moment.

The next second, he appeared less than a meter away from Wang Jia'ao, his right palm transforming into a knife, slicing straight into Wang Jia'ao's carotid artery.

This attack was silent and extremely precise, moving so fast it was like a shadow shifting under a lamplight.

Seeing this, Wang Jia'ao smiled slightly, simply raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently gripped the palm blade that Chen Muye was slashing at him.

"Smack."

The palm collided with the blade, producing a crisp, fleshy sound.

Chen Muyi held the palm knife in his palm as if he were holding a stone that had been thrown at him.

"The speed is good," Wang Jia'ao said. "The angle is also good."

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[Current Jiahao Value: 1965]

"But its strength is indeed lacking."

After saying that, he twisted his wrist.

Chen Muyi's expression changed slightly. He felt as if his palm strike was being clamped by an iron clamp. A huge twisting force came from his wrist, forcing him to rotate half a circle along with that force, otherwise his wrist would be twisted in the opposite direction and broken.

He used the momentum to spin and dissipate the force, took a half step back with his right foot, supported himself with his left hand, and used the force to pull away, retreating back to a distance of five meters. When he landed, his breathing was slightly rapid.

After Chen Muyi stopped, he looked down at his right wrist, where there was a deep red mark.

He wiggled his fingers a couple of times to make sure the bones were okay, then looked up.

The way he looked at Wang Jia'ao changed.

If the first encounter made him realize that "this newcomer is very strong," then the second encounter made him realize something else: this newcomer not only has strength, but also the judgment to seize the moment of his attack.

That clenching of the hand wasn't a random grab.

It accurately captured the trajectory of his palm strike.

Chen Muyi was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke.

"You just said you would 'go easy on them'?"

Wang Jia'ao nodded: "Yes."

"That kick just now..."

"oh."

Wang Jia'ao gave a slightly apologetic look, "I only used 70% of my strength."

My name is Wang Jia'ao, and I'm about to start lying.

The claim of using 70% of his strength was merely a way to give Chen Muye a way out.

The truth is that he didn't even use 30% of his strength.

The physical attributes and power that the Ancient Sacred Body granted him were unprecedented and unparalleled.

Wu Xiangnan turned to Zhao Kongcheng: "Old Zhao! You've really struck gold this time?!"

Zhao Kongcheng gave a wry smile upon hearing this.

"It would be best if we found a treasure."

Wu Xiangnan looked at the training ground: "Captain, that's enough. If we keep going, we might not be able to hold onto this training ground."

"Okay." Chen Muyi straightened up, patted the dust off his short-sleeved shirt, and said, "I'm not playing anymore."

Wang Jia'ao was stunned for a moment: "Captain, you're admitting defeat just like that?"

"Admit defeat?"

Chen Muye glanced at him, his tone flat, "I just don't want to destroy the training ground. You won't be able to afford to pay for it later."

"Good heavens, they've turned the tables on us," Wang Jia'ao muttered to himself.

"You've passed the team entry test."

Chen Muyi turned and walked out of the training field. As he passed the rest of the 136th squad, he said, "Come over here for a meeting."

Hongying was taken aback: "What kind of meeting?"

"Regarding the Ghost Face King, I severely injured him and he escaped. He's probably hiding in the sewers now. We need to find him quickly," Chen Muye replied after a moment's thought.

Hongying's expression froze: "Understood."

The others followed suit, all aware of the seriousness of the situation.

As Chen Muyi walked out of the training field, he glanced back at Wang Jia'ao, who was still standing in the center of the field: "What are you standing there for? Come on, let's have a meeting. You're a temporary member of Squad 136 now."

"walk slowly."