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

Chen Muye's brows furrowed truly.

His first punch was blocked, and his second punch was dodged. Experience told him that this high school student was definitely more than just someone with some skill.

Although he only used the mental power of the Zhan Realm for that punch, given his understanding and control of power, even a Night Watcher of the same level could not have taken it so easily.

But Wang Jia'ao not only caught it, he even stood still, his left hand still in his pocket, and didn't even shift his center of gravity much.

If what happened before was just a test, then this is serious.

Chen Muyi took a half step forward with his left foot, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and shot out again.

This time, his speed was more than twice as fast as before, and there was even a slight whooshing sound in the air. He clenched his right fist, the veins on his arm bulging slightly, and his fist was aimed straight at Wang Jia'ao's face.

He used Chi Jing's spiritual power to deliver this punch.

The fist whistled through the air, carrying an oppressive aura as it came straight at you.

Wang Jia'ao remained expressionless. Just before Chen Muye's fist was about to touch his nose, Wang Jia'ao suddenly swerved to the left. The wind from the punch grazed past his ear, creating a gust of air that lifted the stray hairs on his forehead.

Then Wang Jia'ao took a half step back with his right foot, lowered his body slightly, and his right fist popped out from his waist.

A simple, unadorned straight punch.

Chen Muye caught the trajectory of the punch out of the corner of his eye, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his left arm to block.

Boom-!

The moment their fists clashed, Chen Muyi felt as if his left forearm had struck a high-speed iron pillar.

An irresistible force traveled through the point of contact, causing his entire arm to go numb slightly.

He slid backward uncontrollably for nearly twenty meters, leaving two clear tracks on the ground with the soles of his shoes.

The area around the training ground fell silent instantly.

[Jiahao Value +35]

[Jiahao Value +...]

【Jiahao........】

Hongying's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and her eyes were wide open.

Zhao Kongcheng clenched his fists, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead, muttering, "Damn... this kid..."

Wen Qimo silently took half a step back, muttering to himself, "Luckily, I didn't get into a fight with him just now..."

Wu Xiangnan and Leng Xuan exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Wang Jia'ao slowly withdrew his fist, stood up straight, looked down at his right fist, and then looked up at Chen Muye, who was twenty meters away, with an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't control my strength well just now. I should have used less force."

"......."

Chen Muye lowered his left arm, moved his numb wrist, and stared at Wang Jia'ao for two seconds in silence.

His punch just now used the mental power of the Pool Realm. Although he didn't use his full strength, it was definitely not something a newcomer of the Zhan Realm could easily withstand.

But Wang Jia'ao not only caught it, he even had the strength to counterattack, and the power of that punch completely exceeded his expectations of the newcomer.

This is not a simple forbidden zone for physical enhancement.

"What you just said, 'so-so'..."

Chen Muyi spoke slowly, his voice carrying an unusual seriousness, "I'm starting to believe it now."

[Jiahao Value +40]

[Current Jiahao Value: 1925]

When Wang Jia'ao saw the system notification, he was secretly overjoyed.

Chen Muyi truly lives up to his reputation as a peak-level expert in Sichuan. Even a casual emotional fluctuation can generate forty Jiahao points. After this fight, he'll likely reach two thousand points in no time.

"Then I'll get serious now."

Chen Muyi stretched his neck and shoulders, his joints cracking. "That was just a warm-up. Are you ready?"

Wang Jia'ao put his hands back in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and wore his signature calm smile.

"Captain, what you said isn't quite right."

Chen Muyi was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

You should ask yourself if you're ready.

Wang Jia'ao's eyes were clear. "Because now, it's my turn to make a move."

Chen Muye's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

This kid really knows how to drive people crazy.

"Then let's go."

After Chen Muye finished speaking, he moved again.

This time he didn't hold back.

Chuan Jingfeng unleashed his full mental power, his figure leaving an almost invisible afterimage in the gray-white training field, and with a sharp gust of wind, he aimed straight for Wang Jia'ao's shoulder.

It was incredibly fast; if that punch landed, being hospitalized would be the least of your worries.

However, as if Wang Jia'ao had anticipated his movements, he slightly shifted his body, and his fist grazed past the shoulder of his school uniform without even touching the fabric.

"Too slow."

Wang Jia'ao's voice rang in Chen Muye's ears.

Then a knee strike came from below, aimed straight at Chen Muye's abdomen.

Chen Muyi's pupils contracted, and he lowered his left arm to block, but he realized something was wrong the moment they made contact.

That force was too great!

The next second, Chen Muye's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.