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

"Twenty thousand pull-ups? A warm-up? Do you even listen to human language?"

"Two-ton dumbbells... Is that even a human being able to lift?!"

"Isn't he a human being? Oh no, he's Jiahao."

"This is incredibly extravagant, truly incredible!"

Han Li stood beside Hong Hao and muttered under her breath, "It really was him. I knew he would jump out."

"That's why I said the focus of today's training is him," Hong Hao replied in a low voice, a meaningful smile still playing on his lips.

Seeing that Hong Hao did not respond, Wang Jia'ao took another half step forward:

"Instructor Hong, isn't 35 kilograms too low? How about you increase it to 70 kilograms? That way I'll feel more like it when I run."

Hong Hao finally spoke, "The weight is fixed, but the training content is flexible. Are you sure you want to increase it to seventy kilograms?"

"Absolutely. A true hero never regrets his decisions."

"Alright then."

Hong Hao waved to an instructor next to him, "Add weight to Wang Jia'ao, up to seventy kilograms."

The instructor paused for a moment, but still quickly walked to the bus, took out two more bags of iron filings from the compartment, and walked up to Wang Jia'ao.

Wang Jia'ao reached out and took the bags, weighed them in one hand, then tossed the three bags of iron filings onto his shoulder and fastened the buckles neatly.

"Comfortable."

He stretched his shoulders. "That feels more like it. Those 35 kilograms felt like I wasn't wearing any clothes."

[Jiahao Value +30]

[Jiahao Value +25]

[Jiahao Value +...]

[Current Jiahao Value: 15250]

Standing in the line, Baili Tuming was already grimacing at the sight of the 35 kilograms weighing on his shoulders.

"Brother Jiahao... are you even human...?"

Shen Qingzhu, unusually, didn't complain. She just glanced silently at the three bags of iron shot on Wang Jia'ao's shoulder, then looked down at her own, and expressionlessly looked away.

Hong Hao cleared his throat: "Listen up, everyone! Besides the weight, there's something else very important!"

He waved to the last bus.

The next second, the bus door suddenly popped open, and a dark mass of drones poured out of the vehicle, like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed, instantly covering most of the sky.

Each drone has a miniature gun port suspended beneath it, which gleams coldly in the setting sun.

"Listen up, you lot!"

Hong Hao's voice suddenly rose, each word distinct and deliberate.

"Once training begins, these drones will be tracking you all! Getting shot means elimination!"

He paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"And elimination...will bring unexpected rewards!"

"Reward? What kind of punishment?" Baili Tuming swallowed hard.

You'll find out then.

Hong Hao revealed a wicked, gardenia-like smile.

A commotion arose in the recruit formation, with many people already quietly stretching their muscles.

Hong Hao glanced at his watch: "It's exactly six o'clock in the afternoon. You'll have fifteen minutes to rest."

"Training officially begins at 6:15."

"If we don't escape Jinan Mountain before dawn, the entire group will be considered a failure!"

"What if they escape?" a new recruit asked boldly.

"They escaped?"

Hong Hao raised an eyebrow. "You've escaped, which means you've passed the test. You'll get extra food tomorrow—all you can eat, braised pork."

"Damn it!"

"Rush!"

"Give me your heart for braised pork!"

A surge of morale instantly ignited within the formation.

Hong Hao looked at the group of new recruits who looked like they were ready to fight to the death, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He glanced at Han Li, who nodded knowingly, and then Hong Hao turned and walked toward the tactical tent that had been set up behind the bus.

Fifteen minutes later.

With a sharp whistle from Hong Hao, a commotion broke out at the foot of Jinan Mountain.

More than two hundred new recruits surged into the depths of the mountains like a flood whose dam had been breached.

Wang Jia'ao stood still, watching everyone run past him, one after another rushing into the mountains.

As Baili Tuming passed by him, he turned back and called out:

"Jiahao! Aren't you going to run?!"

"No rush," Wang Jia'ao said calmly. "Wouldn't it be too unfair to let a god be in first place? Gods always make their grand entrance last."

"The drones are coming!"

"Let it come."

Baili Tuming gritted his teeth and continued charging forward. He glanced back at Wang Jia'ao, then at the dark mass of drones turning around in the sky, and finally disappeared into the mountains with a "good luck, Jiahao" expression.

A moment later, Wang Jia'ao was all alone.

The foot of the mountain was deserted, except for him and the drone formation that was slowly lowering its altitude in the distance.

Not far away, Han Li's gaze fell on the figure still standing motionless at the foot of the mountain, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

"What is Jiahao doing? If he doesn't run now, once the drones are fully deployed, he won't be able to escape even if he wants to. Doesn't he know the rules?"

Han Li turned to look at Hong Hao, but Hong Hao's expression was more subtle than his.

The head instructor stood with his arms crossed, eyes squinting, as if enjoying a good show about to unfold, and even remarked meaningfully:

Do you think he's the kind of person who doesn't understand the rules?

Han Li was stunned for a moment.

"Or do you think he's the kind of person who understands the rules but insists on doing things his own way?" Hong Hao added.

Han Li couldn't help but recall his experience on the training stage a couple of days ago. This self-proclaimed "god," Jiahao, had used an almost humiliating method from beginning to end to make his instructor understand:

Rules are set for others.

"If that's what you're saying..." Han Li fell into thought.

"And since you finally have a chance, don't you want to teach this Jiahao a lesson?" Hong Hao suddenly leaned closer, a shrewd smile on his face.

Han Li was taken aback: "Rectify?"

"You were so overwhelmed by this kid's generosity before, you questioned your existence, weren't you?" Hong Hao said confidently. "Now, are you trying to get your revenge?"

Han Li: "!!!"

That makes so much sense.

He recalled how, just two days ago, he had been pushed ten meters away by a single palm strike on the martial arts stage, and later, his sword-wielding posture had been corrected in front of everyone...

As an instructor, I felt utterly humiliated.

Now the opportunity for revenge has arrived.

"Watch me go all in!"

Han Li's eyes lit up instantly, and then she raised her hand to the drone operator not far away, "All of you, go after Wang Jia'ao."

"What?" The operator thought he had misheard.

"I'm telling you, all drones, except for a few that are just symbolically chasing the other recruits, are to concentrate their firepower on chasing Wang Jia'ao!" Han Li said righteously.

"This isn't in accordance with the rules, Instructor Han," the operator said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Rules? My word is the rule. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Han Li waved his hand dismissively, "The others can just symbolically pursue him; you only need to focus on Jiahao!"

The operator opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, and simply typed a series of commands quickly on the control panel.

The drone formation, which was originally evenly distributed in the sky, seemed to be moved by an invisible hand and quickly changed direction.

The dark mass of aircraft pressed down on the lone figure at the foot of the mountain like a storm cloud.

Seeing this, Hong Hao patted Han Li on the shoulder with satisfaction: "That's more like it."

"Going all in is a form of wisdom; when given the opportunity, you should dare to go all in..."

Looking at the swarm of drones concentrating their firepower, Han Li finally felt a release of the pent-up frustration that had been building up in his chest all day.

"I refuse to believe it. Seventy kilograms of weight, hundreds of drones chasing us..."

"Could this kid possibly fly?"