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

boom!!!

As the blade's energy descended, the entire central area of ​​the playground instantly became shrouded in dust, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Only Wang Mian's figure remained standing in front of the dusty area.

Whirlpool squinted and looked toward the center of the smoke and dust. Seeing this, he spoke with a sense of relief.

"This...this should be over now, right?"

As a full member of the Masked Squad, he had experienced countless life-or-death battles, but never before had he faced such a situation.

Facing a recruit who was theoretically only at the Zhan Realm, he felt the same sense of despair and oppression that one only feels when facing the mysteries of the Klein Realm.

Just now, Wang Mian's slash was a perfect fusion of the Time God Ruins and Ge Yang.

Even if he just stood at a distance and watched, he would feel a chill down his spine.

That level of attack goes beyond the scope of mere sparring.

Tianping's gaze was also fixed on the dust that had not yet settled:

"The captain's strike... was definitely serious."

Even if I were to take that blow with all my might, I'd be bedridden for half a month.

"Half a month?"

Whirlpool turned to look at him, giving him a look that seemed to say, "Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

"Tsk? They're really trying to make themselves look good. Lying in bed for half a month? Are you sure you're not just going to do random things here and there, then ask us to keep vigil and host feasts for you?"

The scales opened their mouths, but ultimately chose to remain silent.

Not far away, Rose spoke softly.

"That kid... he didn't really get chopped down by the captain's sword, did he?"

Tanxiang stood beside her and shook her head: "Impossible. The captain held back. Although he used all his strength in that strike, the blade deviated by three inches and was aimed at the shoulder."

Even if you can't catch it, at worst you'll be seriously injured and unconscious, but you won't die.

"Seriously injured and unconscious? What's the difference between that and death for someone at the Zhan Realm?"

Moon Demon couldn't help but interrupt.

"This kid is a Zhan Realm cultivator! A Zhan Realm cultivator withstood a full-force attack from the peak of the Boundless Realm combined with the Time God Ruins..."

"I've never seen such an outrageous cup."

The six members of the Masked Squad stood at the boundary between the ruins and the edge of the playground, their eyes fixed on the slowly dissipating dust in the center.

But regardless, they were all thinking the same thing at that moment.

ended.

This battle, which had almost overturned all their understanding, finally came to an end with the king's all-out strike.

Although the recruit's performance was indeed ridiculously amazing, it could even be said that he single-handedly humiliated the Masked Squad.

But no matter how amazing it is, it is ultimately just a fleeting moment.

When a strike from a level comparable to Klein's is delivered, the outcome was never in doubt from the start.

At the edge of the parade ground, in the new recruits' formation, all was so quiet that only the lingering sounds of the wind and rain could be heard.

More than two hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the cloud of smoke.

Baili Tuming stood at the front of the crowd, his expression gradually shifting from fervent worship to deep worry. He then looked at the figure beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Seven Nights... do you think Jiahao... he might really be done for?"

"You felt that stab, right? My legs went weak even from dozens of meters away, but Jiahao stood right in the middle and took it head-on. Is that something a human could catch?"

Lin Qiye calmly stated.

"He will come out."

Baili Tuming was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I said he would come out."

Lin Qiye repeated, "Just wait and see."

Baili Tuming opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just turned his head and looked at the dissipating smoke and dust again.

On the other side, Yuan Gang frowned deeply, tilting his head slightly towards Hong Hao beside him, his voice lowered.

"Hong Hao, go and call the medic."

Hong Hao was suddenly stunned: "The head instructor?"

"I said go get the medic!"

Yuan Gang continued, "After this attack, this kid is probably only left with a breath."

"I know the strength of Wang Mian's strike. Even if I took it head-on, I would stagger a couple of steps. He's only at the Zhan Realm..."

At this point, Yuan Gang paused, a complex, bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"Although we all know he is not an ordinary cultivator at the Lamp Realm, no matter how special he is, he is still ultimately made of flesh and blood."

Hong Hao's face tightened, and he immediately turned and strode towards the barracks, shouting into the walkie-talkie at the same time:

"Medical team! Over here on the playground! Prepare first aid equipment! Quickly!"

Yuan Gang took a deep breath, his gaze still fixed on the cloud of dust.

He spoke with certainty, but deep down he was on edge.

Yuan Gang recalled what Ye Fan had said on the phone: "This kid is very strong, but his personality is a bit peculiar."

special?

Yuan Gang gave a wry smile.

Commander Ye, you call this special?

This is absolutely outrageous!

At this moment, the quietest person on the playground was Wang Mian.

He still stood opposite the dust and mist, while Ge Yang had already returned to his sheath.

Wang Mian did indeed use all his strength in that last strike.

The fusion of the Time God Ruins and Ge Yang was a trump card he would only use when facing mysteries of the Klein level.

His original intention was to use this strike to force Wang Jia'ao to admit defeat, and to show him what it meant to be outmatched by others, by demonstrating the absolute difference in their strength.

But now...

Wang Mian's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The blade did indeed strike the opponent.

But for some reason, he had a bad feeling.

Soon, Wang Mian seemed to notice something, and his pupils contracted slightly.

A voice suddenly came from behind him, tinged with probing: "Captain... that kid, you didn't really kill him, did you?"

Wang Mian didn't turn around; he knew it was the vortex speaking, so he explained again:

"I didn't kill him. I deliberately shifted the blade three inches off course, aiming it at his shoulder."

Normally, at most he would suffer a comminuted fracture of his right shoulder and would wake up after a period of unconsciousness.

"According to common sense?"

The vortex keenly caught that key word.

"Captain, why did you say 'according to common sense'?"

"Don't you think... that kid won't act according to common sense?"

Wang Mian did not answer.

At that very moment, a series of extremely clear footsteps came from the center of the dissipating dust.

pat.

pat.

pat.

Everyone was startled upon hearing this voice.

No way...

The smoke and dust finally dissipated.

A figure slowly emerged from the depths of the hazy dust.

The boy's clothes were tattered beyond recognition, but his exposed skin was completely unharmed, without even a single white mark.

Under the gray light, the skin had a faint jade-like luster, like the texture of an alloy surface that had been polished after being forged through countless trials.

The members of the Masked Squad were instantly petrified upon witnessing this scene.

Is everything alright?

Yuan Gang stood rooted to the spot, his pupils trembling violently, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Hold."

Wang Jia'ao's gaze pierced through the rain on the playground and landed on Wang Mian, a slow smile curving his lips.

"Captain Wang."

Do you understand the "no harm from smoke" principle?

"So, are you Masked Squad ready to kneel down and sing 'Conquer'?"

[Jiahao Value +100] (Double on rainy days)

[Jiahao Value +90] (Double on rainy days)

[Jiahao Value +88] (Double on rainy days)

[Jiahao Value +.......] (Doubled on rainy days)

[Current Jiahao Value: 16700]

"Holy shit!!!!"

Baili Tuming was the first to speak up: "Jiahao isn't injured!! He didn't even break the skin!!!"

"Did you see that?! His shoulders!! Are those even human shoulders?! They're like diamonds!!"

"That blow from Wang Mian!! The one even Klein couldn't withstand!! It only tore his clothes apart when it struck his shoulder?!"

"Is he human?! Is he a carbon-based life form?!"

"He's a tycoon!!! He's a true tycoon!! The tycoon among tycoons!! The king of tycoons!!"

The entire recruit formation exploded as if a hundred tons of TNT had been detonated, instantly turning into a pot of boiling water.

Wang Jia'ao, standing in the center of the wrecked playground, looked at Wang Mian with the leniency of an elder towards a younger person:

"Captain Wang, your swordsmanship is indeed quite good, but... you still need to practice more."

"With this level of strength, one cannot harm a god."