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

"Thai...Thai Shen?"

"Holy crap???"

"One punch???"

The first to react were the sports students who came with Tai Shen.

They looked at each other, their fierce expressions freezing instantly.

One second they were ready to watch their older brother teach the other a lesson, and the next second their older brother was the one being taught a lesson.

No, this script is wrong.

A 1.85-meter-tall, 200-pound, Sanda champion in reserve, was punched into a closet by a high school sophomore who looked to be only 1.75 meters tall with thin arms and legs.

It's no different from any other roadside stall!

Wang Jia'ao moved his right wrist, looked up at Tai Shen who was unconscious in the locker, and put his hands back into his school uniform pockets.

"That year, I had my hands in my pockets and didn't know what an opponent was."

"I didn't want to take action, but you forced me to."

Wang Jia'ao sighed, much like a reclusive master in a martial arts film casually swatting a fly and then dusting off his sleeves.

[Jiahao Value +3]

[Jiahao Value +3]

[Jiahao Value +3...]

The system notification started beeping wildly, and the students in the class were all stunned.

Jiang Qian's face showed an expression as if she had just eaten an Oli Gee.

Li Yifei went even further, scanning back and forth between Wang Jia'ao and Tai Shen in the cabinet three times before finally staring at Wang Jia'ao with an expression as if he were looking at an alien.

"You...you've trained?"

"What have you practiced?" Wang Jia'ao felt baffled.

"Like martial arts, combat sports, or whatever kind of palm or fist techniques?"

Wang Jia'ao thought for a moment.

"A small child doesn't need that."

Li Yifei: "......."

[Jiahao Value +2]

Hearing this, he almost lost his composure.

He's incredibly extravagant.

I, Li Yifei, would like to call you the most arrogant!

The students who had been gloating in the classroom now shut their mouths.

It wasn't that they suddenly developed a deep respect for Wang Jia'ao; they were simply afraid of saying the wrong thing and getting punched.

With that tall guy, Tai Shen, lying on the ground like a rag doll, who would dare to open their mouth?

Wang Jia'ao looked around and found that the classroom, which had been buzzing with discussion just moments before, was now completely silent, with only Tai Shen occasionally letting out a painful groan from his throat.

Yes, it works well.

He walked back to his seat, sat down, opened his textbook, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Ring ring—"

The school bell finally rang, tearing a hole in the awkward, frozen atmosphere.

The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom after the bell rang and immediately saw Tai Shen lying on the ground, instantly bursting into a sharp explosion.

"What the hell is going on?! Quick! Get him to the infirmary!"

The athletes then seemed to snap out of their daze and hurriedly lifted Tai Shen off the ground, carefully carrying him away as if he were a fragile object.

When Tai Shen was carried away, his eyelids twitched slightly, probably because he subconsciously wanted to struggle and say something harsh.

But he opened his mouth, said nothing, and drool dripped from the corner of his mouth again.

"Take care and don't bother seeing me off."

Wang Jia'ao glanced in that direction from the top of the book, a slight smile playing on his lips, before continuing to read.

[Current Jiahao Value: 1107]

The value skyrocketed from over 800 to over 1000, earning more than 200 Jiahao points with that one punch. The cost-effectiveness of beating someone up was simply off the charts.

It's only a little over 800 points away from 2,000 Jiahao points.

For the rest of the day, wherever Wang Jia'ao went, a passage would automatically open up for him.

When he was getting food in the cafeteria, the students in front of him would move aside to make room for him, afraid of getting too close to him.

Li Yifei, who sat next to him, wanted to say a few words to him, but every time he opened his mouth, he saw Wang Jia'ao's calm and indifferent face and silently swallowed his words back.

It wasn't until the last class of the afternoon ended, and Wang Jia'ao packed his bag and left the classroom, that Li Yifei jogged after him.

"Wang Jia'ao!"

"Um?"

"Um... I have something to tell you."

Li Yifei lowered his voice, his expression somewhat hesitant.

"Don't go through the main gate after school today. I know a shortcut; climb over the wall and you'll go straight to the back street. It's Tai Shen's dad's..."

Tai Shen's dad came to the school this afternoon. He was in the principal's office, making quite a commotion. When I passed by, I heard things like "hitting someone" and "this isn't over yet," anyway...

You understand, right?

Wang Jia'ao paused for a moment.

Tai Shen's father? The coach of the Cangnan City Sanda Team?

It's just a roadside stall.

Wang Jia'ao maintained his calm and composed expression, and even chuckled softly.

"A Sanda coach? Wouldn't that be even better?"

"Huh?" Li Yifei was stunned.

"Let him come, so people won't say I'm bullying the weak."

[Jiahao Value +2]

Li Yifei: "...You're hopeless."

He stomped his foot in anger, turned and walked away, but after a couple of steps he turned back and added:

"Then you'd better watch out! Anyway, I've already told you!" Then he ran off without looking back.

As Wang Jia'ao watched Li Yifei's retreating figure, the smile on his lips faded slightly.

He hoisted his schoolbag onto his shoulder and walked towards the school gate.

You want me to avoid his sharp edge?

Are you kidding me!

When Wang Jia'ao walked out of the school gate, there was already a large crowd gathered there.

He initially thought it was just normal foot traffic during rush hour, but when he reached the sycamore trees outside the school gate, the crowd suddenly parted to make way for him.

At the end of the road stood a man.

He was around forty years old, a size larger than Tai Shen, with a buzz cut, a face full of fat, and a black tight-fitting T-shirt stretched across his chest, his biceps bulging like two lead balls.

He stood with his arms crossed and his feet awkwardly planted, looking like a moving city wall.

Wang Jia'ao didn't stop walking and continued forward.

The students watching the commotion were already whispering among themselves.

"That's Tae-shin's dad?"

"Nonsense, look at that build, he's obviously Tai Shen's father, they're practically identical."

"This is to avenge his son, isn't it... Wang Jia'ao is finished, truly finished."

"Didn't you hear? When Tae-shin woke up in the infirmary, his first words were, 'My dad won't let him get away with this.'"

"Is Wang Jia'ao still walking forward? Is he stupid?"

Wang Jia'ao certainly heard it, but he didn't take the other party seriously at all.

The man watched him walk to a distance of three meters before speaking.

"You're Wang Jia'ao?"

"His name remains unchanged, his surname the same as his profession: Wang Jia'ao, Cangnan No. 2 Middle School"

Wang Jia'ao stood still, his hands in his school uniform pockets, and tilted his head slightly.

"Who do you think you are, daring to jump out and act cool in front of me?"

"Are you a high-ranking member of the triads?"

"What gangsters?" The man's eye twitched. "I'm Tai-Shen's father, Tai-Peng."

"Is there something you need?" Wang Jia'ao nodded. "If there's nothing else, why don't you go sit somewhere cool and relax?"

Taipeng: "???"

Wow, this kid is so arrogant!

[Jiahao Value +1]

[Jiahao Value +1]

[Jiahao Value +.....]

Not only was Taipeng shocked, but even the classmates who were watching the show were all stunned.

"No, Jiahao is really outrageously arrogant."

"Does beating Tai Shen really make you think you're invincible?"

"Tai Peng beating Tai Shen is as simple as a father beating his son."

"Isn't Tai Shen Tai Peng's son?"

"I heard that Tai Shen's mother is having an affair with Old Wang next door..."

Tai Peng ignored the gossip and focused his gaze on Wang Jia'ao, but he had already secretly made a mental note of the guy who had talked about Old Wang next door.

After I teach Wang Jia'ao a lesson, I'll show that guy why the flowers are so red.

"My son has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, for seven years. You punched him into a closet?"

Taipeng's tone was clearly one of disbelief, even a little amused.

Clearly, he was more inclined to believe that his son had been ambushed or had accidentally tripped and fallen in.

After all, this high school student in front of him looked to be only a little over 120 pounds, with thin arms and legs. How could he have beaten his son, who was of such a physique, to that extent?

What a joke.

Wang Jia'ao responded with an air of nonchalance.

Do you want to dance too?