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

"stop!"

After dealing with two seriously injured A-level warriors, Wu Fan finally reached the familiar figure from behind, then grabbed him and turned him over.

"You...you are..."

"Wu Fan?"

A trembling voice came from under the other person's mask, followed by unstoppable trembling.

This man is wearing a black cult mask. This kind of mask has the lowest status in the cult. Sometimes it is not even cannon fodder.

"You can call me by my name."

"The mask is still the lowest level of black."

"There is also a figure from the back that is absolutely impossible to admit..."

Because of his experience of admitting someone by mistake last time, Wu Fan was very cautious this time. After careful comparison, he punched the opponent in the face!

"Asshole dad!"

"Finally I caught you!"

This punch directly knocked the cult warrior to the ground, and then Wu Fan punched and kicked him again!

"ah!"

"I'm not your dad!"

The cult warrior on the ground screamed, and then shouted in a miserable voice, but what he received in response was a fierce uppercut!

"How dare you pretend to be me!?"

Wu Fan grabbed the opponent's black robe and punched the opponent's face one after another, asking a question after each punch.

"Do you admit it or not!?"

The cult warrior resisted with grief and anger:

"I'm not..."

"ah!"

Wu Fan was furious and increased the strength in his hand.

"You still don't admit it!?"

The cult warrior said with a look of despair:

"I, I, I..."

"I really am not!"

Wu Fan let go of the collar of the other party's black robe, first sighed, and then said in an approving tone:

"Pretty tough."

"It seems that joining the cult has made you grow a lot."

The mask of the cult is quite special. Except for taking it off yourself, other people cannot take it off unless they use external force to smash it. And just when Wu Fan was about to raise his fist to smash the other person's mask, a familiar voice sounded from the side. :

"Xiao...Xiaofan?"

Hearing this voice, Wu Fan felt excited all over, and he immediately raised his head and looked aside.

A cult warrior wearing a black mask and about the same size as the one lying on the ground appeared in front of Wu Fan. Then he took off the mask on his face, revealing Wu Neng's face.

"well?"

"Dad?"

Wu Fan looked at the front and then at the ground. Since the person in front was Wu Neng, it meant that the person on the ground was not him!

"Are you really not?"

"I really am not!"

The cult warrior on the ground was almost crying. He was beaten for no reason. To be honest, the other party didn't believe him. The more he told him, the harder he was beaten. In this world...

It’s so hard to tell the truth!

"Then how do you know me?"

Wu Fan is still a little curious. If the other party doesn't call his name, he will definitely not admit his mistake. He also has his share of responsibility, okay?

"I have watched the National Martial Arts Competition..."

Cult warriors are not primitive people. They usually surf the Internet, watch TV, and play games. They even must watch the news broadcast at 7 o'clock every night, and after watching it, they will get together to give advice.

"Forehead..."

"Then why are you trembling with excitement when you see me?"

Wu Fan felt that the other party had prepared his emotions well, otherwise he would not have been able to admit his mistake so easily, so part of this responsibility was given to him!

"Excited!?"

"How can you tell that I'm excited!? I'm obviously scared, okay!"

"I'm just a little F-level warrior. You can kill me with just your hands. Do you think I can't be afraid?"

Just as the two were arguing, the space in front of them suddenly distorted and fluctuated, and two figures tore open the void and appeared in front of them.

Wu Fan took a closer look and saw that these two figures were the golden-faced apostle Black Prison and the Tianfu golden-robed judge Chang Hao!

"Wu Fan!?"

"Did you lure the warriors from the Judgment Office here!?"

At this time, the black prison was in a very messy state. There were cracks in the golden mask, and the black robe was in tatters. His breathing was rapid, his body was covered with blood, and there were several other powerful spiritual pressures eroding his body.

"You have let me down too much!"

As he spoke, a bloody spear composed of spiritual pressure shot towards Wu Fan!

Although he is injured, has insufficient spiritual power, and is still fighting against a powerful enemy, for a Transcendent A Grade warrior with tens of millions of spiritual pressure, he can kill a C Grade warrior instantly even with a casual movement of his fingers!

Wu Fan's pupils shrank. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. He couldn't dodge this blow at all. The spear hit his heart without even reacting!

Ding!

Immortal golden body!

The moment the bloody spear came into contact with his skin, Wu Fan finally reacted, but instead of dodging or fighting back, he chose to throw Wu Neng into the mask space!

boom!

The bloody spear exploded, and the ground and everything around it were instantly annihilated!

Wu Fan, who survived the first blow, quickly melted away in the terrifying aftermath, but he could only be seen gritting his teeth and a halo flashed behind him!

Quantum reconstruction!

"Um!?"

At the same time, at the moment Wu Fan used the Saint's Mask, Hei Jing and Chang Hao captured its existence at the same time, but their reactions were different.

"The breath of a cult saint!?"

Chang Hao's expression changed drastically. He felt the aura of the cult saint at such a close distance. Doesn't that prove that the saint himself is here?

He felt like there was a big word "danger" on his head!

boom!

Without any hesitation, Chang Hao directly exploded with spiritual pressure!

The terrifying spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, and in the next second, a powerful force tore open the sky, and a figure wearing a red judgment uniform appeared on the mountains!

"The newly promoted Ninth Judgment..."

"Han Tianmu!"

The moment Han Tianmu appeared, hundreds of thousands of hectares of land were enveloped in spiritual pressure, and the entire Taiziling Mountains trembled!

"Kneel down, everyone!"

Han Tianmu stepped on the void above the sky. In this blocked area, all creatures with spiritual pressure lower than C level were pinned to the ground by the terrifying spiritual pressure!

"Depend on!"

Seeing the appearance of the Ninth Judgment, the complexion under the golden mask of the Black Prison changed drastically in an instant. Without hesitation, he also exploded his spiritual pressure like Chang Hao, and shouted:

"The saints are coming!"

The space that was originally blocked by the mountain range suddenly trembled violently, and a black crack across the sky appeared out of thin air, and then a tiny figure walked out of the endless void.

This man has a graceful figure and various postures, but his whole body is wrapped in a black robe, and he also wears a blood-red mask on his face to cover his delicate and beautiful face.

This person is the new seventh saint of the cult...

Qian Yu Ling!

Above the sky, Qian Yu Ling and Han Tianmu looked at each other in the air. They did not choose to take action immediately. Instead, they both looked at a place under the mountain range.

And that place...

It's exactly where Wu Fan is!