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

A few suppressed laughs came from the crowd.

"Wait, how can Wang Jia'ao still pretend at a time like this?"

"He's Jiahao himself, his skills are top-notch."

Tai Peng's face darkened, turning ashen: "I'm talking to you, don't push your luck."

"Before I fight your son."

Wang Jia'ao casually interrupted him, "I also think he's a master."

Taipeng's brows furrowed deeply: "And then?"

"And then it became a roadside stall. And then..."

Wang Jia'ao's gaze finally fell on Tai Peng's face, and a smile curved his lips.

"He just got stuck in the cabinet. After all these years of studying, he's like a useless piece of trash."

It seems that he is both his coach and adoptive father.

You're not so great either.

[Jiahao Value +2]

[Jiahao Value +2]

A moment of silence followed, then a collective gasp of astonishment rang out.

"Holy crap... he's attacking right up to my face."

"This guy's talking to Tae-shin's dad! Not Tae-shin!"

"What, Tae-shin's dad? I heard Tae-shin's mom is having an affair with Old Wang next door..."

Is Wang Jia'ao truly fearless or is he genuinely mentally ill?

Tai Peng's chest heaved violently twice.

He is the coach of the Cangnan Sanda Team and is a well-known figure in the Cangnan martial arts circle. He has coached three provincial champions.

Today, a high school student actually pointed his finger at me in front of so many people and said that my son started the trouble and deserved to be beaten.

besides.......

What happened with Old Wang next door...

Taipeng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger by half: "Kid, I don't bully children."

I only have one question about you and my son.

He took a step forward, closing in on Wang Jia'ao, "What did you mean by 'none of you here are capable'? My son isn't one of them?"

Wang Jia'ao looked up at him as if he were looking at someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Not here."

Taipeng was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"I said, your son isn't among them." Wang Jia'ao repeated each word carefully, his tone almost earnest, "Because that sentence was said to the whole school."

"You think your son is someone I can target?"

"good."

Taipeng's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his fists clenched tightly. "Fine. Now say it again, in front of me!"

Wang Jia'ao scratched his ear helplessly, amused by the childish request: "How can there be such a request? Saying it a hundred times will still mean the same thing."

After seven years of training in combat sports, being knocked out with a single punch shows that his ability has reached its limit.

What good will your arrival do? Are you trying to prove that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too?

Or do you want to prove that Tai-shin is really your son?

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tai Peng punched Wang Jia'ao in the face.

The fist whistled, carrying the practical experience of a Sanda coach for over a decade. It was cunning and extremely fast, heading straight for the temple.

If that punch landed squarely, not only a high school student, but even an adult would be lying in bed for half a day.

Some people in the crowd had already covered their eyes.

next second.

Wang Jia'ao leaned back five centimeters, his fist grazing the tip of his nose, the wind from the punch lifting the stray hairs on his forehead.

Then Wang Jia'ao took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his center of gravity, and his right fist popped out from his waist, making the exact same move as at noon.

Simple and unadorned, it struck Tai Peng squarely in the abdomen.

"puff!!!"

Tai Peng's eyes, which were always filled with fierceness, suddenly widened. Before he could even utter a sound, he was thrown backward as if he had been hit by a truck, sliding seven or eight meters away before his back slammed into the thick trunk of a sycamore tree.

Leaves rustled and fell to the ground. Taipeng slowly slid down against the tree trunk, clutching his stomach with both hands, his face contorted with pain, and cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

The entire place was so quiet that you could hear the sound of fallen leaves rolling on the ground.

Wang Jia'ao withdrew his fist and smiled slightly.

"Look, learning Sanda really makes you younger; he's been beaten into a pulp."

[Jiahao Value +2]

[Jiahao Value +2]

[Jiahao Value +.......]

The students who were watching were all frozen in place, and the only sound in the air was the rustling of the wind through the treetops.

"That Coach Taipeng, who can send a sandbag flying with one punch?"

"He got punched into a tree by a high school student?"

"Is Wang Jia'ao even human?!"

"But you know what, Taipeng is really young, like a grandson."

Several students standing in the front row subconsciously shrank back, their gazes towards Wang Jia'ao changing from watching the spectacle to looking at a monster.

[Current Jiahao Value: 1327]

With the landing of that punch, Taipeng and the passersby around him provided him with two hundred Jiahao points, bringing him one step closer to the two thousand mark.

Wang Jia'ao slowly walked to the foot of the tree and looked down at Taipeng, who was still leaning against the trunk, panting heavily.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little short of temper today."

"I warned him when Tai Shen blocked my way."

Wang Jia'ao squatted down to look Tai Peng in the eye, his tone carrying a hint of an elder's patience towards a younger generation.

"I said, 'Don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about everyone here.'"

Taipeng gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, unable to utter a single word, only managing a few heavy breaths from his throat.

"You wouldn't listen, and you insisted on rushing up to take a punch."

Wang Jia'ao stood up, dusted off his knees, and said, "You're the same, you just had to come and take this hit."

You and your son have exactly the same personality.

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something interesting, and the corners of his mouth curved up again:

"By the way, who said Tai Shen belongs to Old Wang next door? Tai Shen is just as ungrateful as you."

[Jiahao Value +4]

Taipeng's lips twitched violently, but the intense pain filled his mind, preventing him from uttering a single syllable.

Wang Jia'ao didn't bother to look at him again and turned to walk towards the crowd.

The students watching automatically made way for a three-meter-wide passage, their expressions varied.

Some people looked shocked, some had mixed feelings, and several girls had already taken out their phones to record videos, the camera trembling slightly as it followed his back.

Tai-shin walked out of the school with bandages on his face and was struck dumb by what he saw.

"Oh my god, Dad, what happened to you? Who beat you up like this?"

Immediately after Tai Shen saw Wang Jia'ao's back, he looked around and suddenly realized something.

"Was it Jiahao who did it?"

Tai Peng's eyes were filled with bitterness, which then turned into resentment.

No, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this!

I need to report this to the principal.