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

"Cult warrior!?"

Under the bright street lights, two cult deacons with white masks on their faces stood in front of Wu Fan.

"this..."

Wu Fan's expression was a little surprised, but not because he felt danger or fear, but because he had never seen any cult warrior be so arrogant and dare to appear on the street openly.

"What do you think?"

The white-faced deacon of the cult is only at the level of a C-level warrior. Although C-level is no longer weak, this is the capital of China.

With spiritual pressure monitoring, Skynet cameras everywhere, and a huge number of Judgment Force warriors, even the borderline super A wouldn't dare to mess around.

"What's with the masks on your faces?"

"Why is most of it broken?"

Wu Fan took a closer look and found that the white masks on the faces of the two cult warriors in front of him were split horizontally from the bridge of their noses, as if they were wearing a pair of white masks, revealing part of their fair skin and bright eyes.

Although they wore classic cult hooded black robes, they could not hide their exquisite and petite figures.

There was no answer to his words.

One of the girls, a cult girl with bright orange-amber eyes, held a long knife and charged towards Wu Fan without saying a word.

"Martial skills!"

"Hellfire Blade!"

The long sword glowing with purple spiritual pressure circled in the air, drawing a circle of fire. Then the girl's eyes flashed, and she slashed three swords at Wu Fan at extremely fast speeds!

"go to hell!"

There was hatred in the girl's eyes, and a hint of cold murderous intent, as if Wu Fan was her sworn enemy, she directly activated her spiritual pressure and star ring!

"Martial skills!"

"Frost Ice Blade!"

While the girl with orange eyes was attacking, another cult girl appeared behind Wu Fan.

She was different from the previous one. Her eyes were like ice blue crystals. She held the knife in both hands and raised it into the air. A visible ice blue sword energy exploded from the knife!

These two people are not weak in strength. They are not like ordinary cult cannon fodder. They are probably similar to Wu Fan's Guan Yuan in the first team of Huaxia Wuhan University.

"Three thousand thunder knives!"

A thunder roar erupted in the silent street, and an irregular sword light pierced the sky, directly cutting the fire knife in front of him into two pieces.

Click!

The remaining power of the sword chopped into pieces the girl's body-protecting spiritual pressure, and a 2-meter-high wave of blood exploded from her shoulders to her crotch. The girl's orange amber pupils shrank violently!

"maple!"

Seeing her companion being instantly killed, the girl behind her screamed in surprise.

But what she didn't expect was that Wu Fan, who had just slashed with the sword, immediately turned around, swung away the ice blade that was stabbing him, kicked up and shattered the ice-blue eyed girl's body-protecting spiritual pressure, and stretched out his left hand to grab it. Holding the other person's neck, he picked him up with one hand.

"Well..."

Wu Fan's hands gripped the girl's slender neck like pliers. The girl's fair and frosty face suddenly turned red due to the oppression of her trachea.

"Why are you attacking me?"

Facing the enemy, Wu Fan rarely talks.

If it hadn't been for the other party's broken cult mask that aroused his curiosity, the two of them would have been seriously injured and on the verge of passing out.

"cough..."

"If you want to kill, kill!"

"Without further ado!"

The girl whose neck was pinched looked unruly, like a martyr girl determined to die, waiting for the enemy to use cruel methods on her.

"Aya!"

The girl named [Feng] who had just been chopped down by Wu Fan suddenly struggled to get up from the ground and rushed towards Wu Fan as if she was desperate for her life.

Bang!

Before she could get close, Wu Fan kicked out, a powerful and heavy kick hitting Feng in the abdomen.

"vomit..."

Blood, gastric juice, and saliva spurted out from the cult girl's mouth, and she flew into the air, but before she could take off.

Wu Fan struck with one foot and stepped on the opponent from the air to the ground, creating a shallow cracked pit with a diameter of 3 meters on the ground through the human body.

"Destined martial arts..."

Seeing that her companion was seriously injured and on the verge of death by Wu Fan, the cult girl named [Ling] used the time bought by [Feng] to activate her own martial arts, but...

puff!

One knife penetrates the body!

The half-stained long knife was dripping with blood on the girl's back.

Wu Fan pulled out the long knife with one hand, and while drawing the knife, he stretched out a foot and kicked the opponent's abdomen. The girl's body drew a parabola in the air.

The two C-level cult warriors blocking the road took less than 10 seconds from the time they appeared to the time they were dealt with. Not to mention using their own martial arts, they didn't even use ordinary martial arts.

"Killed?"

"Or hand it over to the tribunal?"

Wu Fan's choice is...

Of course he would kill them, wouldn't he take advantage of those bastards at the Judgment Office, hand over the cult warriors to them, and then let them perform meritorious deeds?

And just when Wu Fan was about to kill...

"Sister Meng Luoxi..."

A cult warrior girl named Feng actually called Meng Luoxi's name while unconscious.

At this time, Wu Fan's knife was less than 3 centimeters away from her neck, and the knife's energy had even cut her skin, oozing out traces of blood.

After hesitating for half a second, Wu Fan picked up Feng and Ling who were lying on the ground, shook them hard, and threw them directly into the space of the Saint's Mask.

"One knife and cremation!"

Wu Fan used the fire knife to burn all the blood spraying around him into the air.

Just after he had dealt with the traces at the scene, three Judgment Force warriors wearing blue uniforms flew over.

Within 10 seconds, more than 20 Judgment warriors in white appeared around.

Some of them stood at both ends of the street, and some squatted on the houses on both sides, with their spiritual pressure spreading out, just like many Konoha ANBU ninjas suddenly appeared in the Hokage, surrounding a powerful rebel ninja in the middle.

"What's going on here?"

The leader, a judge in blue, asked Wu Fan in the tone of interrogating a prisoner.

High-level warriors can roughly feel the spiritual pressure of low-level warriors, so in his eyes, Wu Fan is just a relatively young C-level warrior.

If he were in other cities, he might be surprised by such a young C-level warrior, but this was the imperial capital, and it was not like he had never seen a C-level warrior younger than Wu Fan.

"Excuse me."

"I just tried my newly learned martial arts skills here."

Wu Fan casually made up a reason. He just took a glance and found that there happened to be a place without surveillance cameras. It seemed that the two cult girls had some brains.

"Is it?"

The man in blue who led the group was about 40 years old.

Although the traces on the ground have been removed by Wu Fan, judging from his many years of reconnaissance experience, a battle should have occurred at the scene.

"Please come with us."

Judgment in blue motioned to the two men on the side to take Wu Fan away, and then asked a question.

"May I have your name?"

Wu Fan's expression was very calm, and he just said four words lightly.

"My name is Wu Fan."