Under the night sky, before the colossal gate.
"Heh."
"You're strong. You are truly strong."
The weathered face of General Meng tugged at lips streaked with blood, a hint of speechlessness in his expression.
Heaven bear witness!
Even the weight of ten thousand jun cannot describe this gate.
This defensive gate was built from Jue Ore, standing about fifty meters tall, over forty meters thick, and roughly fifteen meters wide—a mass as heavy as Mount Tai.
Moreover.
Jue Ore's density is slightly higher than pure iron.
This means that Jue Ore not only possesses resistance against Specters, but also carries the weight of a heavy metal.
"Cough, cough."
General Meng coughed, his gaze filled with intense admiration. "Your intelligence is fine, but did you miscalculate the gate's weight?"
In his view,
General Meng (Colin Meng) felt a chill of awe and fear, involuntarily looking at Andrew, who still stood calmly beside him.
"Miscalculated? How absurd!" Andrew Han flicked the edge of his pitch-black coat with casual ease. "General Meng, that's an insult—though you probably don't know how outstanding my grades were back in high school."
Thinking back, his academic performance had been exceptional.
In fact,
Andrew Han sometimes admired himself—how could the world contain someone both virtuous and academically gifted, yet also a formidable martial artist, and that person was none other than himself?
Why?
What was the purpose of all this?
Next, Andrew Han looked at General Meng and spoke seriously: "It's just simple multiplication, plus a bit of physics knowledge. General Meng, you really underestimate me."
Oh?
Really?
General Meng still felt something was off.
But thinking carefully, the Andrew Han standing before him could rival high-tier Martial Lords, so his credibility was quite high.
Following the principle of admitting what he didn't know, General Meng chuckled and shook his head: "Sorry, I really don't know your high school grades."
But—
"I'm a bit curious. If I may ask, martial arts students usually don't have the best academic records. What was your rank in your class?"
Hm?
Li Gang, the top-ranked Hidden Dragon, stepped forward and bowed slightly, his tone respectful: "Thunder Path Sect disciple, Hidden Dragon Li Gang, greets the Peerless Paragon of this era."
Questions about academic performance and class ranking brought Andrew Han a wave of nostalgia for his school days.
Chloe Ling, with a delicate porcelain face, for once did not act cute. She spoke seriously: "Exquisite Heart Sect disciple, Hidden Dragon Chloe Ling, greets the Peerless Paragon of this era."
Back then, upscale clubs were just places for entertainment.
Ethan Chen, draped in a deep red robe, bowed his head, no longer showing the slightest reluctance: "Red Lake Mist Sect disciple, Hidden Dragon Ethan Chen, greets the Peerless Paragon of this era."
What!?
General Meng stared, stunned. "Your grades were actually that good?"
"It's nothing worth mentioning."
All together: "We greet the Peerless Paragon of this era—Andrew Han!"
To him, a bit of academic achievement was nothing. If he had really pushed himself, being first in the whole school would have been easy... as long as his parents didn't kill him for it.
Hiss!
General Meng drew in a sharp breath.
"Andrew Han," he said with deep respect, "I never imagined that someone as gifted in martial arts as you would also work so hard academically. Being first in your class is truly admirable."
On the other side,
Andrew Han leaned casually against the gate, his face tracing a look of serene indifference. "It's nothing, General. No need for such praise."
"You mustn't be so modest."
General Meng waved his hand, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Andrew, you're a model worth promoting. After this, I'll immediately contact the national education department to establish you as the exemplary martial arts student. All martial arts students should learn from you and understand the importance of academic achievement."
You can excel in both study and martial arts!
At that moment, a sacred, indescribable glow seemed to appear on General Meng's face. Even Andrew Han, leaning against the colossal gate, couldn't help but laugh.
Indeed.
Practicing martial arts might not affect one's studies.