I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

"So strong!"

There were many people in the training room, and the scene of Brother Biao being beaten out was seen by many people.

Because Brother Biao claimed his family name, coupled with his powerful D-level warrior spiritual pressure, Wu Fan's strength seemed even more terrifying against this backdrop.

Even during this process, they didn't even see clearly how Wu Fan took action!

"Ahem..."

The staff appeared quickly and sent Brother Biao to the infirmary. No one came to trouble Wu Fan because they could see that Wu Fan was merciful, otherwise Brother Biao would not have regained consciousness.

Without anyone else to disturb him, Wu Fan continued to concentrate on improving his spiritual pressure.

"I hope to increase my spiritual pressure to 90,000 before the top 16 competition."

Wu Fan's cultivation speed is already very fast. It can be said that he is riding a rocket. However, the problem of talent lies here. Even with the blessing of various cultivation resources, there are still wonderful and charming people who surpass him. In this regard, the only thing Wu Fan could do was to practice with all his strength without wasting any time.

In the training room, Wu Fan's eyes were shining like a dazzling star. Although he was under a lot of pressure, he had never been anxious.

"Because when a person is worried about the future, it means his efforts have not reached the limit!"

...

The days of concentrating on preparing for the competition passed quickly. Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. There were many fewer people in the training room, because now it was the competition from the top 64 to the top 32, and many Wuhan universities had been eliminated.

"What happen to you guys?"

Wu Fan, who had just returned to the lounge of Huaxia Wuhan University, saw that everyone looked wrong.

"The current situation may be a bit bad." Chang Zhengming stood in front of the laptop, his glasses reflecting opaque light. "We are in the top 16 and advance to the top 8. Our opponent in the first match is Southwest Wuhan University... is very strong!"

"This is the information I collected in the past few days." He turned the laptop to Wu Fan.

"This is?"

At the first glance, Wu Fan saw a conspicuous C-level warrior.

"Zhao Bukong, freshmen representative of Southwest Wuhan University, C-level junior, spiritual weapon: Qilin Long Sword."

"Golden Talisman Slayer, leader of the 2nd Regiment of Southwest Martial Arts University, C-level junior, spiritual weapon: 18 flame talismans."

"Shen Tujia, commander of the 3rd Regiment of Southwest Wuhan University, C-level junior, spiritual weapon: Thunder Feather Fan..."

"Li Shuanghua, leader of the 4th regiment, C-level junior, spiritual weapon: blue water gun..."

"Sisters Shi Xiaoxue and Shi Qingyao, the captain and deputy captain of the 5th regiment, both are at the pinnacle of D level. The spiritual weapon: Linglong ring..."

Southwest Wuhan University...

Why are there 4 C-level junior warriors! ? After seeing the information table collected by Chang Zhengming, even Wu Fan almost couldn't hold his breath!

"In the official competition, aren't there two C-level peak demon gods?" Chang Zhengming pointed at the two big red dots on the map and said.

"What do you mean? The people from Southwest Wuhan University used the big demon spirit core in the competition to advance!?" Wu Fan responded directly without the other party needing to explain.

"Is such that..."

Shen Zishuang on the side covered her forehead and said with a serious face: "The top 32 battle between Southwest Wuhan University and Bingcheng Wuda University is less than 30%. The chance of Bingcheng Wuda University winning is less than 30%."

"The worst-case scenario is that Southwest Martial Arts University kills two more peak C-level monsters in the next game. What should we do if two more C-level warriors advance to the next level?"

This situation was something that no one had ever imagined. Wu Fan knew a little bit about how terrifying the C-level demon was.

When he was able to kill the peak D level dragon, he relied on the three golden rings to open together with a single slash of the heaven and earth.

"There's even worse news..." Chang Zhengming took the USB flash drive that Zuo Shanxing had brought over, and after inserting it, another set of data appeared.

"In the top 32 competition in Area A that just took place in the morning, the National Defense University of Defense defeated the Jinmen University of Wuhan in a crushing manner, and also killed two big monsters. Now there are a total of 6 C-level junior warriors in their team. ..."

"Six C-level junior warriors? Nanjiang Wuhan University in Area A will not stop at the top 16, right?" Nanjiang Wuhan University is known as the top four goalkeepers, and its strength is very strong.

"The Huake Wuhan University that they faced in the top 8 is probably no match for them, so we are very likely to encounter the National Defense University with 8 C-level junior warriors in the top 4!"

Chang Zhengming felt that his hands typing on the keyboard were shaking, and the hall fell into silence.

At this moment, Wu Fan suddenly smiled and said:

"What are you afraid of? When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. Don't lose the courage to draw your sword against the strong at any time."

"What's more, can they be considered strong? They are just a few warriors who have just advanced to C level. If they don't even have the confidence to challenge beyond the next level, how can they defeat the geniuses of the Holy Land of Martial Arts and the Imperial Armed Family in the future?"

Wu Fan himself has the courage to draw a sword, but he knows that it is not enough for him.

In this group battle involving thousands of people, what is important is that everyone should have the spirit of a cavalry company, where one person raises his sword to slap the horse, and although he knows he will die, he still charges resolutely.

As a freshman representative of China Wuhan University, Wu Fan cannot be a person who feels that he is strong enough to be aloof from others.

"Classmate Wu Fan..."

Hearing Wu Fan's words, the silent atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared.

"The match between Southwest Wuhan University and Bingcheng Wuhan University is about to start. I'm going to collect information..." Chang Zhengming carried his notebook and left quickly with deputy captain Zuo Shanxing.

"Let's go! Let's go to training!" Luo Xianhe and Qin Shaoshang went straight to the battle room.

Xu Fengshuang instinctively wanted to say something harsh, but she moved her lips and finally chose to be mute for the time being, then turned around and walked towards the training room.

"Classmate Wu Fan, I have recently practiced a martial art and would like to cooperate with you." Wenren Youyue said to Wu Fan as she watched the others leave.

"Oh? You want to spar with me?"

Wu Fan is like a robot. He looked like a robot before, but after hearing that someone wanted to fight him, he immediately switched to fighting mode.

"It's not a competition, I just want to cooperate with you." Wenren Youyue stirred the fingers of her hands back and forth, just like the famous snack in Sichuan Province, stirred candy.

"cooperate?"

There was a trace of curiosity in Wu Fan's eyes, and then the two of them came to the battle room.

Because it involves tactics, each martial arts university has its own dedicated training room to ensure that the trump cards of its own warriors will not be exposed.

"I'm ready, you go ahead."

Wu Fan and Wenren Youyue stood opposite each other, less than 3 meters apart. After hearing Wu Fan's words, Wenren Youyue's soft spiritual pressure particles appeared on her body, and then she took these spiritual pressure particles towards Wu Fan. Fan came.

"Martial skills! Kite swinging!"

Uh-huh!

The soft spiritual pressure turned into a long light-transmitting line composed of spiritual pressure particles. One end of the long line was connected to Wu Fan's back, and the other end was connected to Wenren Youyue's chest.

At this time, Wenren Youyue's body was held up high by spiritual pressure like a kite, slowly floating behind Wu Fan.

"Um!?"

The moment the two were connected by a long line, Wu Fan only felt the spiritual pressure in his body...

A big improvement!