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

Hong Hao stood at the front of the line, his hands behind his back, expressionless.

"today."

"This is the first day of your training camp."

"I will teach you."

"What are discipline and execution?"

"Some of you may think you're amazing. You may think you're a genius back home, that awakening the Forbidden Ruins makes you a chosen one, and that entering the training camp is like having one foot in the door of the Night Watch."

"I'll tell you."

"Wrong."

"You haven't even touched the threshold of the Night's Watch yet."

"Don't even mention the Night's Watch, you're not even qualified soldiers."

"From today onward, every day of your lives must be conducted according to the rules. Every minute, every second, must be carried out according to orders."

Hong Hao's voice suddenly rose a notch:

"I heard the whistle!"

"Whatever you're doing!"

"Whether it's sleeping, eating, or going to the toilet!"

"You must be at the training ground within three minutes!!"

"Three minutes, you think that's a long time?"

"Let me tell you, on the battlefield, three minutes is enough for me to mysteriously kill you ten times over!"

"Every second you waste could mean the death of your teammate!"

The parade ground quieted down, and the eyes of the more than two hundred new recruits finally cleared up a bit.

Hong Hao's gaze swept over the crowd again, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Now......"

"Anyone who takes more than three minutes."

"Automatically step out of line!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out in the ranks of new recruits below.

Some hesitated for two seconds, some looked at each other, and then one by one, figures stepped out of the queue.

More than a hundred people stepped out of the formation and stood on the open space in the center of the playground.

Baili Tuming also stepped forward with a bitter face.

The figures at the front of the line gradually gathered together, and soon formed another square formation in the center of the playground.

After everyone had settled down, Hong Hao stretched out his hand and pointed a few times in the original line.

"You, you, and you too."

"Step forward, all of you, and stand at the very back."

The recruits whose names were called looked grim and reluctantly walked to the back, forming their own line.

Their expressions were even more unpleasant than those who volunteered to step forward, because they knew that volunteering to step forward and being called out were two completely different things.

Those who voluntarily step forward at least demonstrate that they are aware of the situation and have the right attitude.

Being singled out means the instructor thinks you're not only slow, but also trying to bluff your way through.

Hong Hao's gaze fell on the two groups of people. He was silent for two seconds before speaking:

"They just stepped out of line automatically."

"Wear weights on your back and run ten laps around the training field."

"Anyone I call out to step out of line will have to run twenty laps with weights on their backs."

"No rest until you finish the run!"

"Wang Jia'ao, you run thirty laps."

When the penultimate sentence was uttered, the new recruits on the parade ground hadn't reacted yet, but when they heard the name "Wang Jia'ao," everyone's eyes turned to a certain direction in the formation.

Wang Jia'ao stood on the left side of the line, his hands in his pockets. When he heard that he had been called to run thirty laps, his expression did not change. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He's about to start living extravagantly.

A series of groans came from the ranks. The new recruits whose names were called reluctantly walked to the training platform and each carried a pack of supplies.

The packs looked heavy; the gray-green canvas bags were stuffed with iron filings, each weighing at least ten kilograms.

When Baili Tuming shouldered his heavy pack, his face was filled with utter despair.

When Wang Jia'ao walked to the side of the training platform, he did not rush to get his weight bag.

He stood there, looked at the row of gray-green canvas bags on the ground, and then looked up at Hong Hao.

"Instructor Hong."

Hong Hao raised an eyebrow: "What?"

What is Jiahao up to now?

"Can the weight be increased?"

Wang Jia'ao smiled slightly, "This weight pack looks like it weighs at most ten kilograms, right? I'll feel a bit uncomfortable running if I don't carry thirty kilograms. After all, I used to run ten kilometers with a load of twenty kilograms without even realizing it."

The playground fell silent for a moment, then erupted.

"??????"

"What did he say???"

"He said ten kilograms is too light and it would be uncomfortable to run in it???"

"Is he crazy?? I can barely carry this heavy pack, and he thinks it's too light???"

"That's him!! That's Jiahao!! Have you all forgotten how he beat up the Masked Squad yesterday?!"

"But!! The Suppressing Ruins Stele has already been activated!! His forbidden aura has been suppressed!! He's just an ordinary person now!!"

"Then why does he still complain that it's too light?"

"You're asking me?! He might really be a monster!!"

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[Current Jiahao Value: 15699]

Hong Hao stood there, looking at Wang Jia'ao's calm and collected face, his eye twitching almost imperceptibly.

He originally intended to use the fact that the Zhenxu Stele had been activated to make Wang Jia'ao suffer a bit.

After all, this guy is just too arrogant. He defeated the Masked Squad, made the Whirlpool kneel and sing "Conquer," and came to an emergency assembly at 3 a.m. wearing Jiahao's cloak and playing background music.

Now that the Zhenxu Stele has suppressed everyone's forbidden realms, even if Wang Jia'ao is strong, without the forbidden realms he is just an ordinary person with slightly better physical fitness.

Running 30 laps with a 10-kilogram iron pellet is definitely a considerable burden for an ordinary person.

Even if Wang Jia'ao's physical fitness is better than that of the average recruit, he would be exhausted after running thirty laps.

This is a good opportunity to deflate his arrogance.

Instead of showing any sign of worry, this guy asked if it could be made more severe.

Worsening?

Hong Hao stared at Wang Jia'ao for a full three seconds to make sure the other party wasn't joking, then a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips.

Since you've chosen to suffer, don't blame me.

"Can."

Hong Hao's voice was calm, even carrying a barely perceptible hint of expectation.

"As you wish. Increase the weight to thirty kilograms."

"No food until you finish the run."

Wang Jia'ao's smile widened.

"Thank you, Instructor Hong."

He walked to the side of the training platform, picked up a bag from the row of gray-green canvas bags, weighed it in his hand, and found it to be about ten kilograms.

Then he picked up the other two bags, held them with one hand, and turned to walk towards the track.

The entire movement was fluid and effortless; the thirty kilograms of weight felt as light as two bags of cotton in his hands.

When Baili Tuming saw this scene, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a fist.

"Brother Jiahao!! That's thirty kilograms in your hand!! Not three kilograms!!"

Wang Jia'ao turned his head and smiled slightly at him:

"I know, that's how you run comfortably. After all, for a champion, 10 kilograms feels like you're not wearing shoes, while 30 kilograms is just right and you can feel your feet."

Baili Tuming: "???"

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[Current Jiahao Value: 15709]

Brother Hao, you're really generous to my liking.

Shen Qingzhu stood on the track with a ten-kilogram weighted pack on his back, watching Wang Jia'ao pass by him carrying three bags of iron shot. His expression was as if he had swallowed a live fly.

Holy crap, is this guy really that pretentious?

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Shen Qingzhu couldn't help but ask.

Wang Jia'ao glanced at him sideways: "You slept quite well."

"So you're dreaming?"

"I wasn't dreaming."

"Then why do you feel 'comfortable' running at 30 kilograms?"

Wang Jia'ao thought for a moment, then tilted his head: "It's probably because my body has become accustomed to even heavier pressure."

"???" Shen Qingzhu looked completely bewildered.

"Even greater pressure? What do you mean?"

"That's life."

Wang Jia'ao turned around, ran backwards a few steps, and faced Shen Qingzhu, still steadily carrying the three bags of iron sand in his hands.

"I live each day carrying the expectations of the entire world. Those expectations weigh much more than thirty kilograms."

"So it's just a run, nothing special."

Shen Qingzhu was speechless upon hearing this.

This Jiahao is crazy.

He decided from then on to stop trying to understand Wang Jia'ao's statements using normal human logic.

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[Current Jiahao Value: 15719]