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

The rain is getting heavier.

Large raindrops pounded against the windowpane, making a dense, pattering sound.

Auntie was still enthusiastically adding food to Wang Jia'ao's bowl: "Little Wang, eat more. Look how thin you are, your arms are even thinner than Xiao Qi's."

"Auntie, you're not right."

Wang Jia'ao put down his chopsticks, his face serious.

"I'm what you call the 'lean' type. As the saying goes, 'Looks slim in clothes, but muscular underneath.'"

"puff--"

Lin Qiye almost spat out the food in his mouth, quickly covered his mouth, and coughed violently twice.

Yang Jin's eyelids twitched, but his expression remained unchanged.

[Jiahao Value +10]

Wang Jia'ao glanced at the system panel, secretly pleased, and was about to continue outputting when his phone in his pocket vibrated again.

He took it out and glanced at it; it was the second message from Zhao Kongcheng.

[ZouX]: Where the hell are you? I've already seen Ghost Face King, if you don't come soon I'm going to take him down by myself!!

Wang Jia'ao hovered his thumb over the screen for a second, then slowly typed a few words and sent them.

[Mr. Depressed Fried Egg]: What's the rush? Let me finish this meal first.

[Walk X]: ? ? ?

[Walk X]: Waiting for you to finish this meal??? Ghost Face King won't wait for anyone! Big Brother!!!

[Mr. Depressed Fried Egg]: Then make it wait.

[Walk X]:........

[Jiahao Value +8]

[Current Jiahao Value: 2798]

Wang Jia'ao put away his phone, calmly picked up his bowl and continued eating, as if nothing had happened.

Yang Jin, who was standing nearby, keenly caught the change in his eyes just a moment ago. Beneath that lazy and nonchalant appearance, a very brief sharpness flashed across his eyes.

Although it was only a fleeting moment, Yang Jin was certain he had seen it.

This person, although his mouth is so foul it's like he has a serious illness, seems to be more than he appears to be.

"Auntie, I'm full."

Wang Jia'ao put down his chopsticks, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and stood up.

"I suddenly remembered I have something to take care of, so I'll have to go now."

Auntie paused, then said, "Oh? It's raining so hard outside. Why don't you wait until the rain subsides a bit before you leave?"

"No, no need."

Wang Jia'ao gave her a bright smile, "Anyway, it's okay if you get wet, young people are healthy."

"That...that umbrella." Auntie hurriedly grabbed the umbrella from the corner. "Here, take this!"

Wang Jia'ao took the umbrella, nodded to his aunt, and then glanced in Lin Qiye's direction.

"See you at school tomorrow, Seven Nights."

Lin Qiye raised his eyes: "Hmm."

"A Jin."

Wang Jia'ao's gaze then shifted to Yang Jin, a meaningful smile curving his lips. "You too."

Yang Jin felt a shiver run down his spine from his gaze and instinctively shrank back.

Yang Jin had a strange feeling that the guy's gaze had been somewhat intense just now.

Wang Jia'ao pushed open the door, his figure quickly swallowed up by the night and rain.

The door closed behind him, and the room fell silent again.

Lin Qiye put down his chopsticks, glanced at the blurry rain outside the window, and frowned almost imperceptibly.

He felt that Wang Jia'ao had left in a bit of a hurry.

That guy usually tries to assert his presence in every sentence, but just now he said, "I have something to take care of."

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

"Xiao Qi, why aren't you eating?" Aunt's voice came from the kitchen.

"It's nothing." Lin Qiye looked away, picked up the bowl again, but found that he had no appetite anymore.

Yang Jin, sitting opposite him, also put down his chopsticks.

He placed his hands on the table, his gaze thoughtfully fixed on the view outside the window.

"Brother, that person..." Yang Jin suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm?" Lin Qiye looked at him.

"That Wang Jia'ao," Yang Jin lowered his voice, "who exactly is he?"

"My deskmate." Lin Qiye paused for a moment, "I've only known him for two days."

"Two days?" Yang Jin frowned even more. "The way he looked at me seemed rather intense."

Lin Qiye paused for a moment, recalling the way the other person looked at him on the first day: "Uh, I don't know what's wrong with this person."

"Okay." Yang Jin shook his head, not continuing the topic, picked up his bowl and continued eating, but his chewing speed obviously slowed down, as if he was observing something.

At that moment, Lin Qiye's gaze was drawn to a bat outside the window.

........

The sound of rain grew more intense.

Zhao Kongcheng stood on the open ground in front of the abandoned factory. The rain curtain, like a huge gray veil, separated him from the mountain-like figure opposite him.

The Ghost-Faced King was standing thirty meters away.

It is indeed completely different from ordinary masked men.

That body was twice the size of any of the masked men, with shoulders nearly two meters wide, and its back arched like a moving hill.

But what truly terrified Zhao Kongcheng were the knife wounds on its body.

A gruesome gash stretched diagonally from the collarbone to the side of the waist, almost splitting the body open. The flesh was rolled up, and the grayish-white texture had turned somewhat white from being soaked in the rain.

There were three parallel slashes from the left shoulder to the back, each one deep enough to expose bone, as if someone had carved words into the body with a knife.

"Hold......"

Zhao Kongcheng clicked his tongue. "The captain is still fierce... he actually injured it like this."

He recalled his usual sparring sessions with Chen Muyi on the training field, where he was always the one being dominated, but he could still put up a fight.

Seeing the wounds on Ghost Face King's body, he finally realized how much Chen Muye had held back when they fought.

"Even if the Demon King of Chuanjing is severely injured, he is still from Chuanjing."

Zhao Kongcheng took a deep breath, his gaze hardening. "I wonder how long I can hold out."

He glanced back at the dark alleyway behind him.

There were no footsteps.

No one came.

"Kid, you're really good at keeping your cool."

Zhao Kongcheng muttered a curse under his breath, it was unclear whether he was referring to Wang Jia'ao or something else.

Then he turned around, and slowly held the Star Blade horizontally in front of his chest, the blade gleaming coldly in the rain.

"Forget it, by the time you arrive, the daylily will be cold."

"When it really matters, we still have to rely on Lao Zhao."

The Ghost-Faced King moved.

Its speed was unlike that of a severely wounded behemoth. Its massive body smashed through the rain and charged straight at Zhao Kongcheng.

Seeing this, Zhao Kongcheng was not intimidated at all and charged forward with his straight sword.

You want me to avoid his sharp edge?

"Bang—!"

The rain curtain was torn apart the moment the two figures collided.

When Zhao Kongcheng unleashed his first strike, the blade traced a bright arc, precisely slashing at the deepest wound on Ghost Face King's left shoulder.

He wanted to aggravate the opponent's injuries before the other party had fully recovered.

But the Ghost-Faced King was faster than him.

The grayish-white claw slashed upwards from the side, its tip colliding with the blade and creating a dazzling spark.

Zhao Kongcheng felt a jolt in his hand, and a tremendous force came from the blade, making his entire right arm slightly numb.

"clang!"

He gritted his teeth and steadied his blade, then followed up with a second horizontal slash that skimmed the ground, aiming straight for the back of the Ghost-Faced King's calf.

As if seeing through his intentions, the Ghost-Faced King suddenly sprang upwards, leaping over the horizontal slash of light, and turned in mid-air, his claws slashing down from above.

Zhao Kongcheng didn't have time to sheathe his sword and could only turn sideways to take the hit.

"puff!"

The sharp claws slashed across the outside of his left arm, and the blood droplets were instantly washed away by the rain.

Zhao Kongcheng grunted and staggered back two steps, but the third strike had already been delivered during the retreat.

The slash was delivered at a tricky angle, diagonally upwards, the blade grazing the Ghost King's side and sending up a trail of grayish-white flesh and blood fragments.

The Ghost-Faced King let out a sharp screech and swept its claws across the ground.

Zhao Kongcheng was blasted away by that force, his back slamming heavily to the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.

He rolled twice in the mud before stopping his momentum, then used the tip of his knife to prop himself up, panting heavily.

My left arm was burning with pain, and blood dripped from my fingertips into the mud, spreading a dark red ring with the rainwater.

Zhao Kongcheng stood up, supporting himself on the hilt of his sword, when a sharp pain shot through his left knee.

The Ghost-Faced King stood ten meters away, the newly added wound on its side emitting grayish-white mist, but its entire body remained firmly in place, like an old tree that had been chopped but did not move an inch.

The gap is too big.

Zhao Kongcheng spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, his gaze fixed on the massive gray shadow in front of him.

"Damn, that's hard!"

Just as Zhao Kongcheng was about to use his ultimate move, a figure smashed through the Wujie Void, like a god descending to earth.

A powerful figure descended from the sky, his expression furious and menacing.