Swallowing the Stars: Sacrifice to Become Stronger, Fiancée is Alluring

Chapter 39 Are you a genius?

One hour later, outside the headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Academy in Jiangnan Base City.

With a roar, two triangular fighter jets gradually approached each other in the sky.

Jiang Lan and Zhuge Tao stood at the doorway, looking at the fighter jets in the sky.

In less than ten seconds, the two fighter jets landed smoothly, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After landing, the fighter jet's cabin door slowly opened.

A man appeared from the lead fighter jet.

He was about 1.9 meters tall, dressed in all black, with a neat buzz cut on his head.

Just by looking at the man's aura, Jiang Lan already knew who he was.

Hong, the master of the Ultimate Martial Arts Academy!

Zhuge Tao had just received a call from Zhuge Shan saying that the master would be coming in person, which is why Jiang Lan was able to guess the person's identity so easily.

Hong took a step forward, and an overwhelming and fierce aura emanated from him.

In Jiang Lan's eyes, Hong's power was even stronger, like a god who ruled the heavens and the earth, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Even after seeing Hong, his thinking became somewhat sluggish.

This is the world's number one player today. He's incredibly strong.

Jiang Lan felt that if Hong really wanted to kill him, it would probably be as simple as moving a finger.

The difference between the two people is so outrageous.

Following behind the man was a woman in a black robe with a golden mask on her face.

Compared to Hong, Jiang Lan was all too familiar with this person.

Isn't that just alluring?

At that moment, two more people got off the fighter jet behind them.

The leader was a short martial artist dressed in combat uniform, and behind him was a middle-aged man with a resolute face who bore a resemblance to Zhuge Tao.

Jiang Lan's attention didn't linger on the two of them for long; he looked at Yao Rao again.

Although she was wearing a mask, Jiang Lan could still see through her eyes that Yao Rao's expression showed some surprise.

Just as the two were staring at each other, Hong suddenly took two steps forward, looked at Jiang Lan, and said with a cold expression:

"Your name is Jiang Lan?"

Jiang Lan felt a chill run down her spine.

Although it won't be long before his strength completely surpasses and crushes Hong.

But isn't it impossible now?

Since no one was in a strong position, Jiang Lan naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to create trouble for himself, and immediately nodded in agreement:

"Yes."

Hong stared at Jiang Lan for a long while before nodding slightly.

"You're very good."

"You flatter me, Master."

Hong's aura had only been released for a moment, and it had already completely disappeared.

Otherwise, under that immense, almost tangible pressure, it's uncertain whether Jiang Lan would even be able to utter a complete sentence.

At this moment, the slightly shorter martial artist who had just disembarked from the fighter jet behind them stepped forward and respectfully addressed Hong:

"Master, would you like to conduct another test?"

"No need."

Hong has been a powerful planetary expert for many years, so his eyesight is naturally very high.

Although to a martial artist of Hong's caliber, both War Generals and War Gods are merely ants, the difference in strength between them is indeed quite significant, so it is not difficult for Hong to distinguish between them.

Hong then turned his gaze to Zhuge Tao.

"Your name is Zhuge Tao? Zhuge Shan's younger brother?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Tao almost fainted from happiness.

What merit or ability does he possess to have the Master of the Museum personally remember his name?

Forcibly suppressing the excitement within him, Zhuge Tao stammered:

"Yes... Master..."

"Find me a quiet room," Hong instructed casually.

Although it was delivered in a commanding tone, no one present felt there was anything wrong with it.

The strong have always had privileges.

If you don't have any special privileges, why bother with cultivation? Staying home, sleeping, and eating some ribs is much more comfortable than cultivation, isn't it?

"Yes!" Zhuge Tao quickly agreed.

Hong looked at Jiang Lan, his tone softening slightly.

"Shall we talk?"

Jiang Lan silently complained to herself.

Your solicitation of opinions is practically the same as not soliciting them at all, buddy.

It seemed like she was asking him a question, but Jiang Lan simply couldn't refuse.

However, Jiang Lan had no intention of refusing Hong in the first place.

Based on his understanding, Hong still values ​​geniuses very much, so he definitely wouldn't do anything to him.

This is also the source of Jiang Lan's confidence in revealing her strength when she was weak.

The reason why Hong appears somewhat cold is largely due to his profession before the Great Nirvana period.

Hong is an assassin.

A killer devoid of emotion.

It sounds absurd, but that's the truth.

Although Jiang Lan was thinking about many things, not even a second had passed in the outside world.

Looking at Hong, Jiang Lan nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Zhuge Tao was also very perceptive and immediately took the lead to guide the way.

Hong and Jiang Lan followed closely behind, while the others trailed far behind.

Three minutes later, the group arrived at the door of a quiet room.

"I need to talk to Jiang Lan alone." Hong turned around and glanced at everyone, then said to Jiang Lan, "Let's go."

As he spoke, Hong pushed open the door to the quiet room.

Following Hong into the room, Jiang Lan closed the door and swallowed hard, her back to Hong.

After all, he is the number one person on Earth. It's impossible for Jiang Lan not to be nervous about being alone with him.

Seemingly sensing Jiang Lan's nervousness, Hong smiled slightly, a rare occurrence for him:

"Don't be shy, sit down."

It's not that I don't want to be reserved, it's just that you're putting too much pressure on me, buddy.

In the end, he obediently sat down on the soft leather sofa next to him.

As soon as Jiang Lan sat down, her entire body was enveloped by the sofa, and the slight tension in her heart relaxed considerably.

Hong sat opposite Jiang Lan.

"Don't be afraid, I mean you no harm."

"I know."

If Hong had any ill intentions towards him, he would probably have already drunk the Meng Po soup by now.

I just don't know if Meng Po exists in this world.

"You're certainly sincere." Hong said with a smile, continuing, "How have you been settling in at the Extreme Martial Arts Gym?"

"It's great," Jiang Lan said honestly. "The coaches and supervisors treat me well, and the benefits at the martial arts gym are also very good."

In fact, if Jiang Lan didn't have the system, he would already be quite satisfied with his current situation.

But desires are endless. Knowing that she could easily climb to a higher position and see scenery she never dared to dream of before, Jiang Lan would never be content to remain mediocre.

"Really? That's not bad." Hong finally steered the conversation back on track. "Next, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I hope you can answer them truthfully."

After exchanging a few words with Hong, Jiang Lan found that he wasn't as difficult to approach as she thought, and her mood relaxed a little.

Grinning, Jiang Lan said, "Of course I wouldn't play any tricks on you, Master."

"Okay, then let me ask you, do you consider yourself a genius?"

Jiang Lan's body immediately stiffened.

(End of this chapter)