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

"Cult?"

In the past, when Wu Fan heard about the cult, he would subconsciously think of the saint mask in his hand, but with the improvement of his strength and mentality, he is now able to act as if nothing had happened.

"It is a consortium related to a cult. There is a lot of gray income behind the scenes. It uses gambling in major competitions to launder money and then provides financial support for the cult."

Shen Zishuang said:

"We are just a school institution, not a law enforcement agency. We know so much because we are the parties involved, and the tribunal only revealed a little bit."

"Is it..."

The two were silent for a while, and Shen Zishuang continued:

"Wu Fan, senior sister takes this opportunity to tell you that the world is not as beautiful as it seems. Too many words and equality are false."

"You may think that the current battles in the national competition are cruel, and everyone is fighting life and death for victory, but when you leave Wuhan University, you will find that your student days have been your last safe haven."

"Senior."

"I understood what you said a long time ago." Wu Fan turned his gaze away from the window and looked calmly forward.

"Since I entered Huaxia Wuhan University, I feel that my life has been so comfortable, and the hostility in my body has been reduced a lot."

The corner of Wu Fan's mouth curled up. It looked like a smile but in fact there was no warmth at all. The lack of anger meant that he was missing an extreme motivation, which was not a good thing for him.

A sword is not good if it is not sharpened, and a man is powerless if he is not angry.

If Wu Fan was admitted to the Qianlong Class of China Wuhan University, he would have been so excited that he thought he had entered the biggest stage in his life.

But as he experienced more things and broadened his horizons, in Wu Fan's eyes, Huaxia Wuhan University had become the last novice village before entering the jungle of dark society.

"Your personality is not suitable for staying in school to teach. Although you like to slay demons, I don't think the demon slaying team is suitable for you. The best place for you to go is the Judgment Office."

"Um?"

"Judgment House?"

Wu Fan fantasized a little about becoming a warrior of the Judgment Institute, wearing the uniform of the Judgment Institute, then wearing the mask of a cult saint on his face, and hanging a medal of ten thousand kills on his chest!

"This picture..."

"Whatever you think is interesting!"

The two of them returned to the base of China Wuhan University while planning for the future.

Boom!

As soon as he entered the door, Wu Fan heard astonishing spiritual pressure fluctuations coming from the battle room. He walked closer and saw that Luo Xianhe was fighting Zhang Zhibai.

"Kaishan Fist!"

Luo Xianhe was not polite at all. Apart from not having a bright star ring, he had all the strength of a C-level warrior!

"Overlap!"

Zhang Zhibai has a calm personality and does not like to be in the limelight, but this does not mean that he does not fight. On the contrary, he is very competitive.

Ping ping bang bang!

Both of them have just advanced to C level and are currently adapting to more powerful power.

Luo Xianhe was in full swing, and Zhang Zhibai was relaxed and happy. The battle between the two was more like a warm-up, like jogging.

"Um?"

When Wu Fan was about to leave, he suddenly discovered that Luo Xianhe's attacks were very powerful, and every attack carried an invincible momentum.

"Something's wrong..."

After careful observation, he discovered that Luo Xianhe was actually wearing a pair of wireless in-ear headphones!

boom! boom! boom!

On the battlefield, Luo Xianhe's energy and blood were surging, and his fighting spirit was high!

"Hahaha! Punch me!"

"I'm invincible!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind him, and Luo Xianhe punched back in shock!

Bang!

Wu Fan received the punch firmly with his right hand, but flexibly took off the opponent's earphones with his left hand, and then a huge and familiar music popped out of the earphones instantly!

"Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!"

"Fuck! Fairy Tail's BGM!"

Hearing this familiar music, not only Wu Fan, but also the surrounding classmates felt an invincible feeling in their hearts!

"Burn! It exploded!"

"Kill everything!"

Without the earphones, Luo Xianhe's momentum instantly dropped a lot. He quickly stepped forward to take back his earphones, and during the fight, the song was switched.

"The smoke is rising! Look northward!"

"The dragon curls up! The horse neighs! The sword energy is like frost!"

"Damn it! "Serve the Country with Loyalty"!?"

The moment he heard this exciting music, Wu Fan felt a surge of ambition and pride in his chest, and he had the urge to pick up a knife and head north!

"There's something wrong with you!"

After Luo Xianhe turned off the volume of his headphones, Wu Fan kept staring at him, giving him goosebumps.

"This is a war song. It can inspire my fighting power. I specially paid someone to order it." Luo Xianhe couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply explained it to Wu Fan.

"Doesn't our school have many colleges such as combat college, science college, and medical school? Of course there is the music college. After all, not everyone can awaken a spiritual weapon that can fight at close range."

"And there are warriors in many industries. There are warrior hunters and warrior healers, and of course there are warriors who sing. By singing songs, they contain spiritual pressure in them, and when they are played, they can give it to those who listen to the songs. Strength increase.”

"Isn't there a saying on the Internet? I think it's a very appropriate description." Luo Xianhe said.

"What words?"

"In my BGM, I am invincible!" Luo Xianhe shouted in a rich voice!

After hearing Luo Xianhe's words, Wu Fan thought for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly lit up. Originally, he was still worried about how to play in the top four, but now he has an idea?

"Brother Wu Fan, what are you laughing at?"

A few sweet medical warrior girls nearby asked softly. They heard that Wu Fan was discharged from the hospital and rushed over to visit him.

Normally Wu Fan would greet them politely, or pretend to be an expert by remaining silent. The latter would be more lethal to the sisters who were medical warriors.

But something was a little different today. Wu Fan actually looked them up and down, and his piercing eyes made the girls look at Xiafei's cheeks.

"Hey, I'm still shy."

Luo Xianhe on the side also imitated Wu Fan and stared at these sweet medical warrior sisters.

As a result, I saw black lines suddenly hanging on the faces of these medical warrior girls, and then glanced at him with very disgusting eyes, then turned their attention back to Wu Fan, and turned into shy sweet girls with blushing faces again. .

"Grass!"

Luo Xianhe felt extremely insulted. With such a strong physique, such hard muscles, and such a strong body, he simply overwhelmed Wu Fan's small body, okay? ?

Just when Luo Xianhe was indignant, his sister Xiafei had two cheeks, and Zhang Zhibai was eating melon and watching the show.

Wu Fan suddenly said to several medical warrior girls:

"While you were flying the kite..."

"Can you handle the stereo?"