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

Wang Jiahao frowned, abruptly retracted his halberd, and slightly turned his body, circling around Wang Jia'ao like a gust of wind.

The halberd tip left seven or eight crisscrossing silver trails in the rain, each one precisely slicing towards Wang Jia'ao's joints and weak points.

This combo is fast and ruthless; if it were an ordinary Klein, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the first hit.

But Wang Jia'ao just stood there.

His body moved like a dancer twirling on the edge of a knife, dodging and weaving through Wang Jiahao's storm of halberd flashes. Every halberd glint grazed his clothes but never touched him.

"Your movement technique is quite unique."

Wang Jiahao's voice came from the center of the halberd's shadow, "How long have you been learning?"

"Born that way."

Wang Jia'ao tilted his head to dodge a straight thrust, and then flicked the side of the halberd shaft with his finger.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Wang Jiahao felt a sudden jolt in his hand, and the halberd almost flew out of his grasp.

Seeing this, Wang Jiahao distanced himself again, with the two of them about ten meters apart. Their breathing was steady, as if the previous exchange was just a warm-up.

"That's interesting."

Wang Jiahao flicked his wrist, which was gripping the halberd. "You are indeed a bit stronger than I imagined."

"A little stronger?" Wang Jia'ao raised an eyebrow. "You call that a little stronger?"

"Otherwise what?" Wang Jiahao tilted his head slightly. "You think your dodging just now was cool?"

"Whether I'm handsome or not doesn't matter; what matters is that I haven't even broken a sweat."

"That's because you haven't met an opponent who can make you sweat."

"Then I hope you can make me break a sweat next."

Wang Jia'ao stretched his shoulders. "Otherwise, this fight would be too boring."

"That's true. After all, the people we encountered before were all too weak, and they couldn't even make me go all out."

As he said this, Wang Jiahao deliberately glanced at the masked men and Master Chen.

Master Chen: "......."

All members of the Kamen Rider group: "......."

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry I couldn't make Lord Jiahao have enough fun!

Even Han Shaoyun and his group, who were far away, almost couldn't hold back when they heard this.

I'm so weak.

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Wang Jiahao didn't waste any more words.

He twirled the halberd in his hand, then held it vertically in front of him with the tip pointing upwards, slightly lowering his center of gravity.

He took a deep breath, and the power of his ancient holy body at its peak began to circulate in a controlled manner.

This battle cannot reveal our true strength, but it also cannot be too fake.

"Then let's get serious."

Wang Jiahao took a step forward.

"This halberd strike pierces through the stars!"

As this step landed, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the ground, extending for several meters. The cracked patterns resembled fractals drawn on the ground by invisible fingers.

His speed was almost twice as fast as before, and his figure left a blurry gray afterimage in the rain. His halberd, like a silver lightning bolt, pierced towards Wang Jia'ao's heart.

Leaving an inch of leeway may seem like a vital point, but in reality, it will only glide across the surface.

Wang Jia'ao's pupils contracted slightly for a moment, and his body turned to the right by less than half an inch. The tip of the halberd grazed his chest, tearing a very thin gash.

"Wow, that's fast!"

Wang Mian tensed up abruptly. "That halberd strike just now... if he hadn't dodged it..."

The expressions of the other members of Mask also turned serious.

Wang Jiahao's halberd strike was even faster than when he faced Chen Fuzi.

"Did he hold back against Master Qi?"

Tianping was taken aback.

Rose's pupils were filled with horror, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Master Chen, who was sitting cross-legged in the corner of the factory.

Master Chen remained silent, but calmly remarked, "This battle between the two can be described as a battle between the pinnacle of human skill. Even among those at the pinnacle of human skill, there are differences."

What I mean is, as fellow human beings at the pinnacle of achievement, I didn't expect to be defeated by the braised chicken.

At the factory gate, Wang Jia'ao looked down at the tear in his shirt.

"Oh? You actually managed to touch my clothes?"

"What?" Wang Jiahao sheathed his halberd, tilting his head slightly. "You're surprised by my 'hao'?"

"no."

Wang Jia'ao raised his head, his gaze calm.

"I was just thinking, if your halberd had been half an inch off target, it might have touched my skin."

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The corners of the masked group's mouths twitched.

Is this what they mean by being so concerned with saving face that you suffer for it?

Why pretend to be relaxed when you were almost stabbed?

"You're right." 'Wang Jiahao' nodded. "Then let's see if the next strike can even touch your skin."

"Do your best."

Wang Jia'ao flexed his fingers. "My skin is a bit thicker than most people's."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Jiahao moved again.

This time, instead of thrusting straight with his halberd, he transformed the entire halberd into a spinning silver whirlwind, with the blade, tail, and shaft striking in turn, blocking Wang Jia'ao's evasion routes from all directions.

Each strike carried a terrifying force capable of shattering steel, tearing the air with a sharp, piercing sound, like a series of dense balloons bursting in the night sky.

Wang Jia'ao's figure weaved through the storm of attacks, like a leaf swept up by a gale, dodging left and right, alternating between blocking and evading, each contact producing a dull metallic clang.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of rapid collisions exploded in the open space, sparks flying everywhere, as if someone had lit a string of fireworks in the dark.

The two fought from the factory entrance to the center of the open space, and then from the center of the open space to the area on the side of the factory filled with abandoned cars, with new cracks constantly appearing on the ground along the way.

On the distant, unfinished building, Han Shaoyun's gaze was fixed on the churning dust.

The snake woman's vertical pupils were filled with disbelief.

"They've been fighting for so long, and they're still at a stalemate? Wang Jiahao has already launched attacks of that level, and Wang Jia'ao has blocked them all?"

"Their strength seems to be evenly matched at the moment, but I didn't expect Wang Jia'ao to be so terrifyingly strong." Shan Huai couldn't help but sigh.

"That's right, it's my turn. I'll go 91/100, dying nine times a second," the snake woman answered honestly.

Dan Huai paused for a moment, but ultimately did not refute.

Because he is the same.