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

Soon, the new recruits, carrying sandbags on their backs, began running around the perimeter of the training ground.

Baili Tuming ran at the very back, his heavy canvas bag bouncing on his back, looking just like a fat husky being forcibly dragged out for a morning run.

He glanced at the inside of the track and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Brother Jiahao...aren't you moving?"

In the middle of the track, Wang Jia'ao was still standing there, like a god standing still.

As Shen Qingzhu ran past him, she slowed down, her eyes lingering on his figure for a moment.

He wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

Having witnessed this person's fighting prowess yesterday, I always felt that even when he was standing still, he exuded an unsettling composure.

But the other recruits weren't so polite.

"Hey, why is our Jiahao still standing?"

"The Zhenxu Stele opened, and you were dumbfounded, weren't you? Now everyone's in the same boat, it's all about who can hold out the longest. Did he think he could take on seven opponents at once like yesterday?"

"I think he's just bluffing. The instructor will whip him later and see if he flinch."

"Ten kilograms is too light? Thirty kilograms is comfortable to run in? That's hilarious. Why don't you run in it anymore?"

Those words carried an undisguised schadenfreude.

The image of Wang Jia'ao utterly dominating the Masked Squad yesterday is still etched in everyone's minds.

But once the Zhenxu Stele was pressed down and the forbidden area was locked, most of that sense of awe vanished instantly.

Humans have an innate sense of pleasure in watching heroes fall from grace.

Especially when that hero was standing above them yesterday, looking down on everyone.

One lap, two laps...

The fast runners have already completed two laps.

Baili Tuming had fallen behind; his face turned from red to white, and his tongue was almost sticking out. He hadn't even finished one lap.

"Brother Jiahao..."

Fatty ran past Wang Jia'ao, panting heavily, his voice broken and intermittent.

"Are you really not going to run? If you keep standing there, the drill instructor will yell at you through the megaphone..."

Wang Jia'ao turned his head slightly, glanced at him, and smiled in a cryptic way.

"No rush."

"Isn't that urgent?"

Baili Tuming couldn't catch his breath and almost choked, so he could only keep pedaling forward.

Third lap, fourth lap...

Many eyes still occasionally drifted toward the figure in the center of the playground.

Wang Jia'ao remained standing, completely unconcerned.

Some people couldn't help but start whispering to each other.

"Could he really have been crushed by the Zhenxu Stele?"

"No matter how strong his physical abilities are, that's given by the Forbidden Ruins. Once the Forbidden Ruins are gone, he's just an ordinary person. How strong can he be?"

"That's not necessarily true. He caught Wang Mian's knife with his bare hands yesterday, and didn't even break the skin..."

"That was all thanks to his forbidden artifact! Now that the forbidden artifact is gone, what do you think of him?"

"Tsk, I bet five cents he won't last three laps."

"Three laps? I'll bet one lap. He's so small, he doesn't look like he has much muscle."

Fifth lap, sixth lap...

The gloating whispers gradually turned into real snickers. Wang Jia'ao remained standing in place, even slightly squinting his eyes, as if enjoying the breeze.

Hong Hao stood at the edge of the playground, arms crossed, a look of confusion on his face.

Is this kid really not moving?

Hong Hao frowned.

When Wang Jia'ao suggested adding weight, he thought the other party had some hidden tricks up their sleeve.

After all, the physical abilities that guy displayed yesterday were truly outrageous. Even without the forbidden zone, his physical strength alone was several levels higher than that of ordinary recruits.

However, the Zhenxu Stele has been activated for three hours now, and the forbidden area is theoretically completely locked.

If Wang Jia'ao were just an ordinary person, there would be only one explanation for his choice to stand still.

Give up on yourself.

Or perhaps, it was rendered powerless by the Zhenxu Stele?

Hong Hao's lips curled into a cold smile. He had seen plenty of these tough guys who were all bark and no bite. When it came to a real test of strength, they were completely exposed. "Wang Jia'ao, you can just stand there for now. Stand there until everyone has run away, and then let's see what you have to say."

The murmurs outside the playground grew louder and louder.

"Look, he's still not moving! Is he really planning to stand there until the end?"

One of the recruits couldn't help but grin. "I told you he's a piece of trash without the Forbidden Ruins. You guys were praising him as a god yesterday, god my foot! Now he's too scared to even run, he's just trying to get attention."

Just when everyone thought Wang Jia'ao would stand there forever, he suddenly stretched his limbs.

"Well, it's about time."

"It's normal to mock God, after all, there are always mortals who dare to question God."

"To slander God while simultaneously aspiring to become God? Interesting."

The recruits at the edge of the parade ground, who were expecting to see him make a fool of himself, were all stunned for a moment.

Could it be that...?

The next second, Wang Jia'ao's figure suddenly disappeared.

In everyone's sight, the figure in the black cloak seemed to have been suddenly swallowed by thin air, leaving not even a trace.

Shen Qingzhu, who was focused on Wang Jia'ao, suddenly narrowed her eyes: "????"

Baili Tuming's mouth dropped open: "Brother Jiahao!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind swept across the entire playground.

The vanished figure swept past them with such speed that the air currents whipped everyone's hair around.

"boom--"

A muffled whooshing sound exploded on the runway.

Wang Jia'ao's figure had already appeared at the far end of the track, and he was running wildly along the outer line at a speed that was almost impossible for the naked eye to follow.

He completed the first lap in just a few seconds.

Before the new recruits on the track could react, they felt a gust of wind sweep past them, and something brushed against their backs.

Excuse me...