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

Han Shaoyun stood on the roof of an unfinished building three kilometers away, with Shan Huai behind him, his arms crossed and his face as hard as iron.

The snake woman crouched on the edge of the railing further back.

Who do you think will win?

This question had been lingering in her mind ever since she saw Wang Jiahao, dressed in overalls with his hair parted in the middle, easily tie up Mr. Chen.

She had witnessed Wang Jiahao's actions. The young man hadn't used any forbidden techniques from beginning to end; he had relied solely on his physical strength to force the human ceiling into a sorry state.

But she had also heard of Wang Jia'ao's glorious achievements, including crushing the Masked Squad at its peak and recently crushing the Whispering Clone with his bare hands and killing Klein's chief wind-pulse earth dragon.

Dan Huai calmly replied, "I say Wang Jiahao will win."

Han Shaoyun glanced at Shan Huai and asked, "Are you that sure?"

"How could someone who believes in Genshin Impact possibly lose to someone like that?"

A look of almost devout certainty appeared on Shan Huai's face. "Only a Primal God could bestow upon Wang Jiahao such earth-shattering heroism."

Han Shaoyun's eye twitched, but he didn't dare to say a word.

He had witnessed too many miracles of the "impossible" becoming the "possible," especially in this group called "Jiahao."

Han Shaoyun dared not make any guarantees.

In the distant abandoned factory area, the atmosphere is becoming visibly heavy.

Wang Jiahao stood in front of the factory gate, the tip of his black iron halberd pointing diagonally at the ground, his center-parted hair swaying slightly in the night wind.

In the factory behind him, the members of the Masked Squad lined up against the wall, all looking in his direction.

"They're here." Wang Mian seemed to sense something and said in a low voice.

At the end of the road in the distance, a figure slowly emerged from the night mist.

The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with a light dark gray jacket over it. He had his hands in his pockets and walked with a leisurely gait, as if he were just going for a walk to an appointment.

He carried neither a backpack nor any weapons on his shoulders, not even a decent knife; all he had was a bulging lump between his legs that looked like the handle of a halberd.

Wang Jia'ao.

He stopped about fifty meters from the factory, raised his head slightly, and looked past the figure in overalls at the factory entrance, his gaze landing on the depths of the factory behind the figure.

The entire Masked Squad was both surprised and delighted at that moment.

To their delight, Wang Jia'ao really did come to keep his promise to save them.

What's surprising is, kid, you're so foolish!

You are the future of Great Xia, how can you perish here?

There was a hint of complexity in Tianping's eyes.

Rose let out a short, soft chuckle: "This guy's got guts. Knowing they can kidnap the Master, he still dares to come alone?"

"He's not just brave," Moon Demon's voice drifted from the corner, "he simply doesn't take the other side seriously."

Wang shouted, "Wang Jia'ao, run! Don't worry about us. This Jiahao is very strong. You may not be his match now. If you calm down for a few more years, he will definitely not be your match. Then you can avenge us in the future."

Wang Jia'ao glanced at the masked men who were tied up and coughed lightly.

"Captain, don't worry, your crisis is over. Why? Because I'm here."

"You've done a great job. Leave the rest to me."

"I am Jiahao, and I shall suppress all enemies in the world."

Hearing this, Wang Mian and the others were very moved.

but.......

It really gives you the feeling of your toes digging into the ground.

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[Current Jiahao Value: 5260]

Master Chen sat cross-legged in the innermost position and finally opened his eyes. A hint of surprise, which he himself did not notice, flashed across his eyes, which had been smoothed by the passage of time.

He sensed it.

The two men, Wang Jia'ao and Wang Jiahao, had a strangely similar aura.

But at this moment, no one had the mind to delve into what that similarity meant.

"Wang Jia'ao."

Wang Jiahao spoke first, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"You've finally arrived. I thought you'd have to wait until the third day, holed up in the Night's Watch headquarters, to come up with a foolproof plan with Ye Fan."

Wang Jia'ao stood still, his gaze slowly sweeping over Wang Jiahao, then a smile curved at the corner of his mouth that was hard to decipher.

"After all, if a fake tycoon dares to declare war on a true tycoon, how can a true tycoon not come?"

"Tsk."

Wang Jiahao slowly picked up his halberd. "Today, it's time to settle the score."

The air seemed to freeze between the two of them for a moment.

The night wind blew in through the gap in the factory building, causing dust to swirl and sweep across the space between the two people.

In a corner of the factory, the eyes of the six members of the Masked Squad shifted back and forth between the two, and each of them held their breath.

"It's already started?" Tianping muttered to himself. "They haven't even finished a single sentence, and the atmosphere has already become this tense?"

From atop the unfinished building in the distance, Han Shaoyun stared at the scene.

"Wang Jiahao was very composed, and Wang Jia'ao... was also very composed."

The snake woman couldn't help but press, "Then who is better?"

"I can't tell." Han Shaoyun shook his head slightly. "There's no obvious difference in their auras."

Dan Huai frowned even more deeply: "Wang Jiahao defeated Master Chen. No matter how strong Wang Jia'ao is, can he possibly be stronger than the human ceiling?"

"I don't know," Han Shaoyun shook his head again, "but Wang Jia'ao killed the Chief Wind Vein Earth Dragon very easily back then."

Dan Huai's pupils contracted slightly.

"You mean, Wang Jia'ao is also at the pinnacle of human combat power?"

"I didn't say anything."

Han Shaoyun calmly stated, "I will only say that no one can predict the outcome of this battle in advance."

The standoff continues in front of the empty factory.

Wang Jiahao slowly raised his black iron halberd, the tip pointing in the direction of Wang Jia'ao.

The moonlight refracted a cold, silvery arc onto the halberd's blade.

"Wang Jia'ao, now that you're here, let's get this straight."

"you say."

"There is only one true Jiahao in this world."

"That's me, Wang Jiahao."

The next moment, the rain began to fall.

God does not weep, so it rained.

Seeing this, not only was the Masked Squad stunned, but even Han Shaoyun and his group in the distance were stunned.

What kind of ghost is it?

The moon is so bright, there aren't many clouds.

It started raining just like that?

But is this Wang Jia'ao's ability?

Or is it Wang Jiahao's ability?

Just as everyone was pondering, 'Wang Jiahao' made a move.

The black iron halberd drew a smooth silver arc in the rain, piercing straight towards the enemy with a whooshing sound. Its speed was so fast that even the air itself seemed to be torn apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.

"clang!!"

A loud explosion rang out in the open space of the factory area.

Wang Jia'ao's right hand had clenched into a fist at some point, and the fist collided head-on with the thrusting halberd tip.

The blast wave exploded from the point of contact, and the dust on the ground was thrown into a circular shockwave that spread outwards violently.

Several pieces of gravel that were closest to the factory were hurled into the air and crashed against the metal walls of the factory with a crackling sound.

Wang Jiahao's halberd was slightly bent for a moment by the punch, then suddenly straightened up.

"it is good!"

Wang Jiahao's eyes lit up for a moment, and he smoothly retracted his halberd. With a flick of his wrist, the halberd drew a large arc in the air, changing from a thrust to a sweep, and aimed straight for Wang Jia'ao's waist and ribs with an even sharper whistling sound.

Wang Jia'ao didn't dodge; he raised his left arm and placed it horizontally at his waist.

"Thump!"

The halberd swept across his forearm with a dull thud.

Wang Jia'ao's body did not move an inch, nor did he take a single step back.

"The force was decent."

Wang Jia'ao commented, "But the angle isn't sharp enough."