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

Chapter 86 After all, you're really weak. I'll probably forget about you in the next secon

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[Current Jiahao Value: 18595]

Han Li felt a throbbing in her temple.

Good heavens, this troublemaker is even more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

Yuan Gang is right, this guy is indeed a shrew.

And they're incredibly arrogant!

You've come here even though you say you're weak; you should know you're from Sichuan.

Dealing with someone at the Zhanjing realm is a piece of cake.

"Is it unnecessary?"

Han Li sneered, gripping the wooden sword in his hand tightly. "Fine, then use your 'Will of Heroism' against me."

He took a step forward, holding the wooden knife horizontally in front of him, the tip slightly upturned, pointing towards Wang Jia'ao's throat.

"Let me see how you 'death by a thousand miles' is so mysterious."

"I'll attack!"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Li moved.

He took a step forward, and the wooden sword slashed down with a sharp whistling sound.

It was taken at a tricky angle and moved at an extremely fast speed.

The blade landed precisely, blocking Wang Jia'ao's space to dodge.

He used half his strength in that strike, leaving himself room to maneuver while still enough to confuse an ordinary recruit.

Then Wang Jia'ao stood still, without even shifting his center of gravity.

He only tilted his head slightly, and the wooden knife grazed his ear, leaving a gap of nearly ten centimeters between the blade and his shoulder.

Han Li frowned slightly.

Did it miss?

"Is this okay, instructor?"

Wang Jia'ao couldn't help but say, "I had as much time to hide as there was sand."

Upon hearing this, Han Li almost lost her composure.

How infuriating! Showing mercy only resulted in disrespect.

Han Li flipped his wrist, and just as the wooden knife was about to hit the ground, he suddenly slashed horizontally, changing the chop into a sweep, aiming straight for Wang Jia'ao's side.

This slash was incredibly fast, almost seamlessly following the trajectory of the previous strike, fully demonstrating Han Li's swordsmanship skills honed through years of practical experience.

But Wang Jia'ao still didn't move.

He only took half a step back with his left foot and leaned back less than ten degrees when the horizontal blade grazed his clothes without even touching the fabric of his school uniform.

Han Li's pupils contracted slightly.

That kid...

"The response is good."

Han Li sheathed his wooden sword, took a half step back, and re-examined the boy in front of him with his hands in his pockets.

"But defense is only one aspect. Just because you can defend against my attacks doesn't mean you can defeat the Mystic. You need to learn to attack."

"attack?"

Wang Jia'ao's lips finally curved into a slight smile. "Instructor Han, are you sure you want me to attack?"

"Otherwise what?"

Han Li raised an eyebrow. "Did you come up here to be my target?"

"OK."

Wang Jia'ao nodded, and then he raised his right hand.

His right hand was still in his pocket, with only his wrist and half of his palm showing.

"Instructor Han, are you ready?"

Han Li was taken aback: "Prepare what?"

"Ready?" Wang Jia'ao's smile widened.

"Are you so overwhelmed by my extravagance that you're questioning your existence?"

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[Current Jiahao Value: 18630]

Han Li: "???"

Before he could react, Wang Jia'ao's right hand moved, his five fingers together, palm facing forward, and he pushed forward in a very ordinary way.

In that instant, Han Li only caught a blurry afterimage in his vision.

Han Li's body reacted before his brain did.

He almost instinctively raised his wooden sword and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

"clang--!"

A muffled thud exploded on the training platform.

Han Li felt as if her arm had been hit by a high-speed flying iron pillar.

Then his body flew out.

He was lifted about half a meter off the ground and flew backward for nearly ten meters like a leaf caught in a gale.

His back slammed heavily against the railing at the edge of the training platform, and the railing groaned under the weight.

When Han Li landed, he knelt on one knee, and the wooden sword in his hand flew out of his hand, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled off the stage.

Quiet.

The entire playground was deathly quiet.

The eyes of more than two hundred new recruits were all fixed on the figure on the training platform, who still had his hands in his pockets. No one spoke, and they had already gotten used to it.

After all, even the Masked Squad from the Sea Realm was defeated, let alone Instructor Han from the River Realm.

Wang Jia'ao stood still, his face still bearing that calm and composed expression.

He even tilted his head slightly and gave Han Li, who was ten meters away, a sincere smile:

"Instructor Han, are you alright?"

"I only used half my strength just now. If you're not ready, I can go even lighter."

"After all, you're really weak. I'll probably forget about you in the next second."

Han Li: "......."

He knelt on one knee beside the railing, his entire right arm still numb, the tremor from when the wooden knife slipped from his hand still lingering in his palm.

Han Li raised her head and looked at the boy with a look of utter disbelief.

Is this some kind of magical realm?

Is this even reasonable?

Although Han Li wasn't a top-tier expert, he was still at least in the Chuan realm!

Kawakami!!!

As a result, he was sent flying ten meters away with a casual push from a mere recruit in the Zhanjing realm? ???

The key issue is that the other person's posture was too casual.

"you......."

Han Li stood up, looking at Wang Jia'ao with a complicated expression. "Are you really Zhan Jing?"

"When did you get the misconception that I only have the strength of the Zhan Realm?"

Wang Jia'ao looked down at Han Li and spoke calmly.

The new recruits below the training platform were now in a frenzy.

Baili Tuming sighed helplessly, "Brother Jiahao, you really are always so extravagant!"

Cao Yuan silently added another stroke to the prophecy of the Golden Cicada Grandmaster in his heart.

Jiahao, as expected of Jiahao.

Lin Qiye stood in the corner, expressionless.

He was used to it long ago.

Only Han Li remained standing in the same spot, in a dazed state as if his worldview had been forcibly reshaped.

He recalled what Yuan Gang had said yesterday.

"The way he talks might raise your blood pressure."

Han Li didn't pay much attention at the time.

Now he understands.

Yuan Gang wasn't joking when he said to pay attention to Jiahao.

That was to save him.

[Jiahao Value +40]

[Current Jiahao Value: 18670]

Han Li remained silent for two seconds.

Then he did what all instructors would do in this situation.

Pretend nothing happened.

He straightened up, dusted himself off, walked back to the center of the training platform, cleared his throat, and spoke in an extremely natural tone:

"Did everyone see that? Wang Jia'ao's push just now, although the movement was simple, the key was in the timing and point of force application..."

"We'll discuss this in more detail later."

"Now, let's continue our lesson."

The new recruits below the stage couldn't hold back any longer.

"Is Instructor Han trying to save face?"

"What do you mean by 'simple movements, but the key lies in the point of force'? That's clearly pure brute force!"

"Instructor Han, your expression changed completely when you flew out just now!!"

"What do you know? This is called the dignity of an instructor."

"Dignity my ass! That's just self-hypnosis!"

"Is this the charm of language? The Bactrian script is indeed profound and extensive."

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Wang Jia'ao stood at the edge of the training platform, looking at Han Li's forced composure, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Instructor Han."

Han Li was explaining how to hold a straight sword when she heard the voice and suddenly turned around with a wary look on her face, as if asking, "What are you up to now?"

"Um?"

"I have a question I'd like to ask you."

"May I?"

Han Li hesitated for a moment.

He couldn't very well say no in front of more than two hundred new recruits.

Moreover, although Jiahao is very strong, he is definitely not as good as me in terms of actual combat experience.

After all, the other party still needs to consult me.

"Ask away."

"OK."

Wang Jia'ao nodded.

"Instructor Han, you just said that the Forbidden Ruins are not the whole battle; a strong physique and combat skills are also required."

"Then I'd like to ask a question."