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

Wu Fan clenched his fist, then punched out, causing a sonic boom in the empty training room. Then he kneed forward, and then kicked his leg in the air.

Uh-huh!

The sharp leg whip directly cut a 2-meter-long crack into the alloy ground through the air.

Wu Fan poured spiritual pressure into his legs, and his body instantly ran forward like lightning. The long spiritual thread on Wenren Youyue's chest pulled her and Wu Fan forward together.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Wu Fan's figure kept running back and forth in the training room. Wenren Youyue was led by Wu Fan like a kite flying in the sky.

After more than ten minutes, Wu Fan finally stopped. Wenren Youyue's body turned gracefully in the air, eliminating the inertia very gracefully and calmly.

"How do you feel?"

Wenren Youyue took the initiative to cancel the effect of the kite swing and fell gracefully from the sky.

"My current spiritual pressure is 85,000. After you use the kite shaker, it will be around 97,500, which is about a 15% increase." Wu Fan carefully felt the difference before and after and said.

"The increase in spiritual pressure has a great relationship with the strength of the user of the martial arts. For example, if my current spiritual pressure is 98,000, I can increase your spiritual pressure by more than 10,000. If you change your spiritual pressure to about 80,000, It is estimated that it can only be improved by 5,000, and if the strength is lower, it can only be improved by single digits."

"And there is an upper limit to the spiritual pressure increase, and it will not exceed a certain limit." Wenren Youyue explained.

"Then after you connect with me, can you fight while flying in the sky?" Wu Fan was more concerned about this issue.

"No, because of the shared support relationship, my defense is related to your protective spiritual pressure. If others want to attack me, they must break your protective spiritual pressure."

Wenren Youyue shook her head and said:

"This martial skill is more suitable for small-scale team battles, and then used when a single soldier breaks through. During the connection, a small amount of your injuries will be healed every few seconds."

"Increase spiritual pressure...protect body spiritual pressure...a small amount of treatment..."

After hearing Wenren Youyue's words, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly lit up!

...

Bingcheng Wuhan University was defeated by Southwest Wuhan University, and it was a disastrous defeat. The battle loss ratio between the two sides was 932 to 127. In other words, Southwest Wuhan University was eliminated by a total of 127 warriors, while Bingcheng Wuhan University was basically wiped out.

"Bingcheng Wuhan University is really good. With this level, Wuhan University ranks 10th in the country. You can't buy it with money, right?"

"He's so cowardly that he has no blood at all. That Yanlei student from the Bingcheng Martial Arts University ended up leading a few people to defend the city. He was so incompetent and furious. It's just ridiculous."

"Is this our new generation of high school warriors in China? If I awaken, I will definitely be much more powerful than them."

Click!

After reading the comments on the Internet, Yan Leisheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, crushed the phone in his hand.

Bingcheng Wuhan University and Southwest Wuhan University entered the top 16 from the top 32, so many people watched this game through live broadcast and video.

"Boss, the boat to pick us up is coming. It's almost time to leave."

Jiang Xue outside the door told Yan Leisheng that the competition was cruel, and the eliminated Wuhan University students would be sent away directly after they recovered from their injuries.

At the pier, Yan Leisheng, Huang Yuanci, Ke Xun and other people from Wuhan University in Bingcheng carried their luggage and boarded the voyage cruise ship. When the cruise ship slowly sailed away, more than 10 familiar figures suddenly appeared in the distance. Luo Xian He, Qin Shaoshang...

"People from China Wuhan University..."

Yan Leisheng stood at the railing and waved to Wu Fan and the others, then turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the same is true for the friendship between warriors, without too many words.

"The competition at Wuhan University in Bingcheng has ended, and our competition has just begun." Shen Zishuang said, looking at the ship in the distance.

"Um?"

At this moment, Luo Xianhe felt the spiritual pressure of another group of people. He turned around and saw that the leader was wearing a fiery red outfit with a golden flame rune on his face.

The main player of Southwest Wuhan University, Jin Fu Zhan!

"Huh? Isn't this everyone from Huaxia Wuhan University? Why, are you also interested in seeing the loser's face?" Jin Fuzhan had a sarcastic smile on his face and his attitude was very arrogant.

"Huh? Could it be that you are here to say goodbye?"

"No, no?"

Jin Fu Zhan didn't wait for anyone to answer, so he said to himself, and a group of elite warriors from Southwest Martial Arts University behind him also laughed.

boom!

Luo Xianhe's spiritual pressure surged all over his body, and the terrifying spiritual pressure hit Jin Fu Zhan and the group of students behind him like waves.

Bang!

Jin Fu Zhan also erupted with powerful spiritual pressure. Unlike Luo Xianhe, the other party's spiritual pressure could already see the actual field!

C-level warrior! Shocking spiritual pressure!

D-level warriors can release spiritual pressure to form sword energy and sword light when attacking or using martial arts, while C-level warriors can directly use spiritual pressure to attack without martial arts. The most representative one is spiritual pressure shock. .

"Forehead..."

Luo Xianhe's whole body sank, and the ground had sunk more than 20 centimeters under his feet!

"Stop it, you two want to be banned!?"

Shen Zishuang smashed the spiritual pressure of Luo Xianhe and Jinfu Zhan with a slap, and separated the two people who were fighting. Official regulations strictly prohibited anyone from using spiritual pressure in private fighting. The one who struck first would be banned.

"I thought you were so strong? It turns out you don't have to rely on others to take action?" Jin Fuzhan pointed at Luo Xianhe and laughed: "But no one will help you during the competition, right?"

Then he left here with his classmates from Wuhan University.

"Damn! Look if I don't blow his head off during the game!"

Luo Xianhe blew out a cloud of turbid air from his nose, trying to stabilize his surging blood and spiritual pressure.

"Isn't it very common for two opposing sides to get into each other's mentality before a game?" Xu Fengshuang said from the side: "If you can't stand it if the other party just flirts with you a few words, then your mental endurance is really fragile."

"I don't care. During the competition, I will beat him wherever Jin Fu Zhan is!"

Everyone also knew Luo Xianhe's temper. As long as no one paid attention to him, he would quickly stop and everyone returned to the lounge.

And just when they walked in, they found many medical warriors heading to the training room.

These medical warriors are freshmen from the School of Medicine of Huaxia Wuhan University. Because it is a battle involving thousands of people, basically every five-man team will be assigned a medical warrior to treat injuries and restore physical strength.

"What's going on? Is someone injured in the training room?" Seeing this scene, Shen Zishuang and others hurried to the training room, and when they saw the scene in the training room...

"Holy shit!"

Even Qin Shaoshang, who had always been calm, couldn't help but exclaimed!