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

Chapter 8: Are there more experts?

Jiang Lan had actually made up her mind long ago to join the martial arts school.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to demonstrate his strength here.

Joining the army means no freedom and usually involves traveling in groups.

His process of sacrificing the monster must not be seen by others.

Once or twice might not attract attention, but if it happens too often, no one is stupid and will definitely notice something is wrong.

Joining a conglomerate is even less of an option.

If you work as someone else's henchman and get paid, how are you supposed to go out and hunt monsters?

As for the last point, joining a mercenary group is indeed a good option. It offers freedom and allows you to hunt monsters in the wilderness at will.

The problem is that even if someone is incredibly talented, joining a mercenary group won't guarantee them any special resources; how much they earn depends entirely on their own abilities.

Although Jiang Lan was confident in her abilities, why bother with something thankless when she could live a comfortable life without effort?

Therefore, he had made up his mind early on to join the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.

The hesitation and indecisiveness just now were simply a way to gain more benefits for myself through my attitude.

"If that's the case, joining a martial arts school doesn't seem so bad."

Upon hearing Jiang Lan's words, Wu Tong's eyes immediately lit up.

"Of course, after joining the martial arts school, not only will no one restrict your freedom, but you will also have dedicated personnel to provide you with training assistance and resource support."

"Support?" Jiang Lan asked, "Could you elaborate?"

Wu Tong said in a deep voice:

"A villa in the Bright Moon Community, 20 million RMB in martial arts start-up capital, and guiding techniques, movement techniques, and secret manuals with a total value not exceeding 50 million RMB."

This is the most resources I can provide within my authority. But it's different for you. After your test, I will report your results to higher authorities. In short, the support you will receive will be much more than I just mentioned, but the exact amount will depend on what's coming up.

Jiang Lan nodded slightly.

His current level of strength is already very close to that of a mid-level warrior.

On Earth, martial artists are divided into three major ranks: Warrior, General, and God of War.

These three levels are further divided into three sub-levels: elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

Normally, if a martial artist passes the martial arts assessment, their punching power reaches 900 kilograms and their speed reaches 25 meters per second. After passing the practical combat assessment, they can be called a junior warrior.

The average warrior's punching power is double that of the beginner warrior, at two thousand kilograms.

The higher grade doubled again, to four thousand kilograms.

Once a junior warrior is reached, the standard for punching power is 8,000 kilograms and the standard for speed is 90 meters per second.

Just twenty days ago, Jiang Lan was merely a junior student at a martial arts school.

This rate of progress is beyond what can be described by the word "talent."

To put it bluntly, most people wouldn't even dare to dream of doing that.

"So, are you interested?" Wu Tong continued to ask.

Since things had come to this point, Jiang Lan didn't hesitate any longer and nodded directly, saying, "Okay."

Although there is more than one martial arts school, there is also a Thunder Martial Arts School.

But Jiang Lan had no intention of waiting for a higher price to sell.

Even if the two martial arts schools compete with each other and gain more benefits, it's not that important to Jiang Lan.

These days, tens of millions are easily involved, which seems like a lot.

But Jiang Lan knew that before long, once his strength increased, those material possessions would be no different from waste paper to him.

The Chinese Yuan is just the currency of one country on Earth. It has nowhere to be spent in the universe, so it's just worthless paper.

If all goes well, it might not even take a year or two before his strength is enough to travel to the universe.

Therefore, no matter what kind of martial arts school it is, it is only a temporary refuge for Jiang Lan.

Hunting down monsters and sacrificing their corpses is the real priority.

Upon seeing Jiang Lan agree, Wu Tong could not hide his excitement.

"Alright, the punching power test is over. Next up is the speed test. Run well, I need to report your results to headquarters later."

"clear."

Jiang Lan stood in front of the track.

"start!"

The moment Wu Tong finished speaking, Jiang Lan sprang up, creating a violent gust of wind, and completed a lap around the track in the blink of an eye.

143.25m/s

"Hoo..." Wu Tongren was already feeling a bit numb.

In the previous punching power test, Jiang Lan's score was only close to that of a mid-level warrior, but in the current speed test, he has already surpassed that of a mid-level warrior.

When Yang Wei saw Jiang Lan's grades, his expression turned somewhat strange.

"This...isn't that a bit odd?" He looked at Wu Tong and asked, "Chief Instructor Wu, as far as I know, increasing speed is much more difficult than increasing strength, isn't it?"

Wu Tong rolled his eyes at him.

"To your knowledge, are there any novice warriors who have reached their peak at the age of eighteen?"

"Yes!" Yang Wei replied confidently.

"What?" Wu Tong's pupils contracted. "Who?"

He simply couldn't imagine that, besides Jiang Lan, there could be such a monstrous talent.

Yang Wei pointed to Jiang Lan, who had returned to the starting point, and said, "Look, isn't that him? Not only is his strength at the peak of the initial-level warrior, but his speed has also surpassed that of the intermediate-level warrior."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tong nearly choked.

Am I blind? Do you need to tell me?

Wu Tong kicked Yang Wei in the butt and said, "From now on, shut up."

Yang Wei rubbed his buttocks, grinned, and stopped talking.

Wu Tong walked up to Jiang Lan with a big smile. "Impressive, impressive! There's one last test: the neural reaction speed test. Once you pass that, we'll be able to determine your true strength."

"Okay, let's begin."

Jiang Lan didn't say much and walked directly to the door with the words "Neural Response Testing Room" written on it.

"Go in, I'll start the test for you."

Jiang Lan pushed open the door and entered. In front of her was a space with an area of ​​about 100 square meters, with a tall instrument standing in the middle of the space.

The front of the instrument was covered with countless tiny, dark holes.

Once the test begins, rubber bullets will be fired out of these small holes.

The fewer times you get hit, the higher your final score will be.

Jiang Lan stood in front of the machine. A faint sound came from the instrument, and then it slowly lit up, enveloping Jiang Lan in a hazy red light.

The red light spread out, forming a circle about 4 meters in diameter around him.

You cannot leave this circle while dodging bullets, otherwise your score will be invalid.

Although Jiang Lan was only a beginner student before, she had done a neural response test before, so she was quite familiar with this thing.

He stared at the holes, his muscles tensing slightly, ready to dodge at any moment.

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep—"

Two seconds later, the machine suddenly started, and rubber bullets were fired out like raindrops, rushing towards Jiang Lan at high speed.

No, it wasn't this fast during the previous tests.

(End of this chapter)