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

"competition is over!"

"China Wuhan University wins!"

When the referee announced the end of the game, many younger military warriors couldn't help but cry.

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but before he can feel sad, all the sacrifices and efforts along the way have come to an end at this moment.

Effort itself is not painful. The real pain is that after exhausting all your efforts, you still cannot achieve the results you want.

This is why even the strongest people will feel frustrated when failure comes.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a strong arm patted the shoulder of a crying young warrior. The young soldier looked up and found that it was his commander-in-chief Ma Guoying.

At this time, he was covered in blood and in a mess, and there was a large piece of black skin on his palm that had been frozen to death by the Ice Soul Sword.

"Remember what the instructor said to us when we joined the army? Soldiers bleed, sweat, but not shed tears!"

"A loss is a loss, a defeat is a defeat. We were neither timid nor fearful of fighting. We showed military style, so we have to be strong, you know?"

When Ma Guoying was speaking, the more than 100 warriors remaining on the field came to him one after another. Although everyone was filled with unwillingness, they all held their heads up stubbornly, showing high morale.

"What's different about us soldiers..."

I don’t know who started it, but the remaining soldiers from the National Defense Forces University started singing along. Their left and right arms put their arms around the shoulders of other comrades, and the singing faintly flew across the entire arena.

...

"There is nothing wrong with the body, but the mental energy consumption is serious. It is recommended to take some supplements to quickly restore physical strength." The doctor in a white coat looked at Wu Fan's various indicators and said.

"OK."

Wu Fan nodded and replied, but his eyes were filled with confusion, as if something was missing. After thinking hard for a while, he finally understood what link was missing!

"I just said something was wrong just now. It turned out that my posture when entering the hospital was wrong!"

Thinking of this, Wu Fan first closed his eyes, then raised his head, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a pure white ceiling, and then he took a deep breath of the surrounding air. A faint smell of disinfectant, and a familiar feeling came over him!

"It still has to taste like this."

Wu Fan and the others had a very difficult fight with the National Defense University this time. The battle loss ratio alone reached 0.9, which meant that 900 of the 1,000 warriors participating in the competition from the Huaxia Wuhan University were killed by the opponent.

However, this time, because Zhang Zhibai, Wenren Youyue, and Xu Fengshuang had all advanced to C level and shared part of the firepower, Wu Fan's injuries were not as severe as the previous two times.

"Xiao Wu Fan, what are you thinking~"

It was Shen Zishuang who drove the car to pick up Wu Fan. From her tone, Wu Fan could tell that she was in a very good mood at the moment.

"Hoohoho~"

"We're in the finals~"

Wu Fan seemed to have the ability to read minds and directly read what Shen Zishuang was thinking.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little tired."

He first had a battle with Xiao Tiance and was almost forced to use his natal martial arts, and then he fought through three groups while carrying a stereo.

That's right, before Wu Fan went to the middle lane, he first went to the bottom lane where no one was guarding the line. After killing more than 30 C-level five-element monsters there, he went to the middle lane to support Zhang Zhibai.

"There's still a week left before the next competition. Take this time to take a good rest." Shen Zishuang looked at Wu Fan as if he were a national treasure.

After a while, Wu Fan returned to the base of China Wuhan University. After he returned to his room, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and call Wu Neng.

"Dad, I made it to the finals."

"Dad, I made it to the finals!"

"Dad, I have some good news for you..."

Before the call was connected, Wu Fan tried the cold tone, the filial son and grandson happy tone, and the riddle man tone to see what he would say to Wu Neng after the call was connected.

"Du~"

"Du~"

"Dudududu..."

But after the phone rang many times, it became a busy signal with no one answering, and Wu Neng did not answer his call.

"Um?"

"No one answered?"

Wu Fan made two more calls but still no one answered. Thinking that something might be wrong with Wu Neng, he simply sent him a text message.

"Dad, I've reached the national finals. Remember to come over and watch."

After sending this text message, Wu Fan finally couldn't resist the fatigue of repeated battles. Wu Fan closed his eyes and fell asleep within a second.

...

"drink!"

Wu Fan punched out, and Qin Shaoshang only took half a step back. In the last match with the National Defense Forces University, only Qin Shaoshang advanced to the C level. In the past few days, he, Luo Xianhe, has stopped looking for Wu Fan. .

"Brother Fan, the quality of your spiritual pressure is too high. Those ordinary C-level warriors are probably no match for you."

Qin Shaoshang squeezed his numb fists and said, with his C-level strength, he is no match for Wu Fan, let alone ordinary warriors who do not have compressed spiritual pressure or have very low star rings and martial arts. .

Even though Wu Fan seems to be having a hard time competing in the competition, you have to know that his opponent is the chief martial artist from the top martial arts university in the country, and all of them are comparable to the geniuses of the martial arts holy land.

"Are you still discussing? Senior sister asked us to go to a meeting and said there was something urgent to announce." While Wu Fan and Qin Shaoshang were discussing, Wenren Youyue came over from the side and said .

"Emergency?"

The three of them then arrived at the conference room. Chang Zhengming, Xu Fengshuang and others had already arrived.

"I called you here this time to talk about the finals. Just now, the competition team pulled us over to talk with the vice president of Imperial Martial Arts University, and finally discussed a few new rules."

Shen Zishuang said while looking at the paper in her hand:

"First, the use of kites in the finals is prohibited."

The originally quiet conference room exploded after hearing the first rule mentioned by Shen Zishuang.

"ah!?"

"Are you kidding me!?"

Kite-waving is the underwear of China Wuhan University, especially during the top 16 match against Southwest Wuhan University. If Wu Fan hadn't pulled up the kite-waving with hundreds of people, he would have been carried away by Zhao Bukong's Shushan Sword Formation.

Shen Zishuang ignored everyone, looked at the A4 paper in her hand and continued:

"Second, the use of loudspeakers and other loudspeaker props is prohibited in the finals."

The meeting room was already in a state of excitement, but after hearing the second article, it immediately turned upside down!

"Targeted! This is nakedly targeted!"

"Among the people participating in the Imperial Martial Arts University, are there any relatives from the competition team or officials!?"

Speakers are a big killer here at China Wuhan University, and they were banned directly. Now the kite shaker can't be used, and the speakers can't be used either. How can they fight with the people from Wuhan University in the imperial capital! ?

Shen Zishuang still ignored them and continued:

"third,..."