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

In the shadows in the distance, a figure was silently watching all of this.

The other person's gaze fell on the figure in overalls through the hole in the factory building, and a sinister hatred flashed deep in their eyes.

"Wang Jia'ao..."

"You must die today."

Beside the babbling tale, another figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was a tall, slender man with a smile playing on his lips—it was Loki, the god of mischief, in a clone.

"Don't rush."

Loki's voice carried a calm tone, "Let them fight first. Wait until they're both severely weakened..."

"That's when it's our time to step onto the stage."

"However, I didn't expect that two ant-like figures could unleash such power."

To Loki, these mortals, no matter how strong, were ultimately nothing more than ants in his eyes.

The only thing he cared about was that terrifying stab wound a while ago.

Even the fog was dispelled.

The pressure of that strike would surely kill even a god.

Although Loki already knew that it would take half of his life force to unleash this strike.

But the Great Xia possesses such power that it is enough to deter other divine kingdoms.

So Loki changed his mind.

Since this man cannot be used by Loki, he must die.

The babbling tale also desperately wanted Wang Jia'ao dead, which coincided with Loki's thoughts.

So he gave Yiyu a special weapon imbued with the power of laws, a weapon powerful enough for him to kill Wang Jia'ao.

That's a special weapon that can even kill gods; he simply doesn't believe an ordinary mortal could survive it.

........

In the center of the battlefield, the rain grew heavier, shrouding the abandoned factory area of ​​Xiangnan City in a hazy, gray mist.

Wang Jia'ao stood in the middle of the open space, rain dripping down his chin and wetting the collar of his black short-sleeved shirt.

"Wang Jiahao".

"Um?"

"You went to all this trouble, kidnapped my men, and specifically requested me, just to prove you're stronger than me?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'd do this just to be your brother?"

Wang Jiahao slung the halberd over his shoulder, his center-parted hair sticking to his forehead with raindrops. "I'm very serious."

Wang Jia'ao was silent for a second, then suddenly laughed.

"Alright. Then let's settle this today and see who the real Jiahao is."

The moment the words left their mouths, the two of them moved simultaneously.

This time, there were no tests.

Wang Jiahao did not retreat; he parried with his halberd, the shaft colliding head-on with his fist.

"Thump!!!"

A muffled, loud bang exploded in the rain.

The ground cracked, and rubble flew everywhere. The water beneath their feet was whipped up by the shockwave into a circular white curtain of water.

The sheet metal on the factory walls rattled loudly, and the entire open space trembled at the impact.

The members of the Masked Squad shrank back from the shockwave, and rain poured in from the broken roof, hitting their faces with a chilling cold.

"These two..." Moon Demon's voice was filled with disbelief, "Are they really human?"

Wang Mian remained silent, his eyes reflecting the constantly colliding golden and silver light.

Wang Jia'ao's fists rained down on Wang Jiahao with lightning speed.

The fist tore through the rain, leaving a trail of white marks in the air.

In Wang Jiahao's hands, the halberd was like a silver whirlwind, sometimes blocking, sometimes counterattacking. Every collision between the halberd blade and the fist created a ring of air in the air.

The two moved faster and faster, so fast that their movements were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

On the unfinished building in the distance, Han Shaoyun's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"It's hard to imagine that this is just a battle between two people at the Zhan Realm... The force of each of their attacks is enough to kill a Klein-level expert on the spot."

The snake woman was also shocked, "But Wang Jia'ao was actually able to fight Wang Jiahao to such an extent, holding his own in every clash."

"It's alright," Shan Huai said with some certainty. "After all, Wang Jiahao is invincible."

"Shut up."

Han Shaoyun interrupted him without turning his head, his gaze still fixed on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the situation in the center of the battlefield changed once again.

Wang Jia'ao's right fist, wrapped in golden blood energy, slammed out, aiming straight for Wang Jiahao's chest.

Wang Jiahao's eyes sharpened, and he retracted his halberd in front of him, using the shaft to block the attack while leaning back slightly.

The fist struck the halberd shaft, producing a trembling sound.

"clang!!!"

Wang Jiahao was pushed backward by the enormous force, sliding more than ten meters, his shoes leaving two deep water streaks in the puddles.

He steadied himself, glanced down at the cracked black iron halberd in his hand, then looked up at Wang Jia'ao standing in the distance, and suddenly laughed.

Hahahaha.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Jia'ao asked, standing in the rain.

"I'm laughing, this fight is finally starting to get interesting."

As Wang Jiahao spoke, he casually stuck the nearly broken halberd to the side, then turned to Wang Jia'ao with his bare hands.

"Weapons are indeed for the weak. True strength comes from these two hands."

He stretched out his hands, fingers spread wide, raindrops dripping from his fingertips.

"Let's go then." Wang Jia'ao also stretched his shoulders. "Let's see what real hand-to-hand combat between true masters is all about."

The two lowered their center of gravity simultaneously and then suddenly sprang up.

This collision was more intense than any of the previous ones.

The two figures collided in the rain, producing a dull, fleshy thud.

Fist, elbow, knee, leg—each contact created a white shockwave in the air.

The two of them stomped through the puddles, creating a spray of water everywhere. Cracks spread outwards from beneath their feet, like an invisible spider web rapidly spreading across the ground.

The members of the Masked Squad had retreated to the innermost corner of the factory, their eyes filled with horror.

"Captain," Tianping's throat was a little dry, "Have you noticed something?"

"What is it?"

"Their playing styles are so similar."

Wang Mian's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked closely, then his pupils suddenly contracted.

Wang Jia'ao and Wang Jiahao are indeed like looking in a mirror.

The same punching style, the same angle of force, and even the slight backward lean of the body when dodging are exactly the same.

What's even stranger is that they seem to be able to predict each other's movements.

Every attack is blocked at just the right moment, and every dodge just barely misses the edge of the opponent's killing move.

"This doesn't look like two opponents fighting anymore."

Rose's voice trembled slightly, "It's more like... someone practicing with their own shadow."

"You mean..." Moon Demon's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rose didn't answer, but her expression said it all.

Master Chen had opened his eyes at some point, his gaze piercing through the rain and landing on the two figures colliding wildly in the center of the field. He remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

"These two people are not simple."

"Master, what have you discerned?" Tianping asked impatiently.

Master Chen shook his head and did not continue.