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

Yang Wu wanted to fight again, but was stopped by the referee.

"Step aside!"

Yang Wu can't lose, at least he can't lose so ugly. Otherwise, his career as a professional warrior will be cut off. Those clubs will think that he is not good enough, and the fans he has accumulated will leave.

Boom!

After pushing the referee away, he took just two steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Quick! Doctor!"

Soon the doctor on standby rushed onto the stage and saw a burst of green light shrouding Yang Wu's abdomen. This was a medical practitioner who graduated from the Warrior Medical University.

They have learned specialized healing martial arts, which can quickly stop bleeding, repair trauma, etc.

"Roar!"

On the big screen, it was shown that the winner of this group competition was Wu Fan. Some old leeks who bought Wu Fan to win turned over and yelled crazily!

"10 times the odds! Make a fortune!"

Compared with these old salted fish who made money, those old leeks who lost money acted as if something had happened at home, their eyes were red, and some even spat at Yang Wu who was being carried away on a stretcher.

"call..."

Wu Fan also received treatment and was given healing medicine for the stab wound on his shoulder. Then he saw a large group of people crowded under the ring.

"Huh? Why are there so many people?"

"And they're all girls?"

These girls were fashionably dressed, had good figures, beautiful looks, and were still very young. As soon as they saw Wu Fan looking over, one of the girls immediately shouted to Wu Fan.

"Why are you so cruel to brother Yang Wu!"

"You can obviously win, why did you beat my brother like that? I feel so bad!"

"That's right! That's right! Do you know how much training time will be wasted if someone is seriously injured and hospitalized?"

These girls are Yang Wu's little fans. When they saw Yang Wu trying to stand up in the end, they shed tears of distress.

After hearing what these young fans said, Wu Fan said expressionlessly: "Since you have chosen to be a warrior, don't be afraid of getting hurt and bleeding."

"Do you want to see your favorite warrior not afraid of pain and bravely fighting with blood when facing his opponent?"

"Or do you want to see them fearing injury and not daring to draw their swords and move forward during the battle?"

After hearing Wu Fan's words, the angry voices of this group of fans suddenly became quieter.

"Wow, wow, our brother Yang Wu is doing a great job. Although I feel sorry for him being injured, I am really moved by his bravery in fighting."

"Let's go to the hospital quickly. My brother lost the game and must be feeling very uncomfortable now..."

Someone took the lead, and a large group of fans headed to the hospital.

"well..."

Wu Fan sighed in disappointment.

"I thought they were my fans."

Just when Wu Fan lamented that he had no fans, a middle-aged bald man suddenly ran towards Wu Fan excitedly.

Then he grabbed Wu Fan's hand and shook it up and down crazily.

"Little brother Wu Fan...not big brother Wu Fan! You will be my biological eldest brother from now on!"

This uncle was so enthusiastic that Wu Fan was at a loss for a while.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the boss of XX company. I just bet on your victory and made 200 million yuan! If you have any difficulties in the future, you must come to me! I am obligated to do so!

After speaking, the uncle handed over a business card, but then several other uncles came running over, as well as a middle-aged...sister.

They are all people who bet on Wu Fan's victory. These people are from wealthy families and are successful people with some spare money. They usually like to watch martial arts competitions and bet some money for some excitement.

"Oh, thank you."

Wu Fan didn't expect that he actually had fans, and they were also a group of relatively wealthy uncles and sisters.

After finally getting away from them, Wu Fan returned to the lounge, when the cheongsam girl Zhou Li walked in with a middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit.

"Hello, classmate Wu Fan, let me introduce myself. I am the manager of the Tianfu District of the Warrior Professional Competition. My name is Li Xiang. I would like to chat with you. Do you have time?" Li Xiang said.

"you say."

Wu Fan was a little curious as to what this professional player wanted to do with him.

"It's like this. After looking at your competition and information, our research team thinks you have great potential and wants to train you to become a professional warrior. What do you think?" Li Xiang said.

"Professional warrior?"

Wu Fan has learned about it during this time. Like the Judgment Office, the Warrior Hunters Guild, and the Demon Slayer Team, professional warriors are also a large branch. There are many young warriors who are still in school. They dropped out of high school and entered the youth profession. Training the team, and finally playing professional games.

These professional clubs have a very complete training system, including training, fighting and commercial packaging, and even acting and commercial endorsements.

Like those professional warriors who have become famous and have tens of millions or hundreds of millions of fans on the Internet, and earn hundreds of billions of dollars, grassroots warriors directly change the destiny of life. They can buy villas in any imperial or magical capital, and invite them every night. Hundreds of beautiful girls held pool parties, parties in stockings and high heels, and bought luxury cars and watches.

"We have a particularly well-known club under the Tianfu Region. It is one of the 16 clubs in the top league. It has rich resources and professional management. It is not comparable to those clubs in the secondary league." Li Xiang said confidently.

In fact, he is also very confident. As long as he is not a warrior from a family of warriors, a family of officials, a hidden sect, or a warrior from a martial arts holy land, he can sign with a secondary league club and has a much brighter future than those who squeeze the warriors' college entrance examination track. , let alone a top club like them. Every year, young warriors from the entire Southwest region and even China compete for the quotas they give.

When Wu Fan heard Li Xiang's words, he thought for a moment, because this was indeed a big turning point in his life, but in the end he stood up and said to Li Xiang.

"I know this place is very precious, thank you for your appreciation, but I still want to study at Warrior University." Wu Fan said.

"Well, classmate Wu Fan, to be honest, how many students who graduate from Wuhan University every year, even students from Imperial Wuhan University and Huaxia Wuhan University, are not as good as our professional warriors. The competition among warriors is huge." Li Xiang said regretfully.

"However, when I have time, I will also play a few arena matches to earn some tuition." Wu Fan felt that after going to the Imperial Capital, he might also need to find some way to make money, and he would probably play a few games in his spare time.

"Okay, this is my contact information. We have venues in the Imperial Capital and Magic Capital. You are welcome to contact us at any time." Li Xiang handed Wu Fan a business card, then shook hands and left with a polite smile.

"Master Wu Fan, don't you really think about it? Being a professional warrior is really very profitable. You don't need to fight desperately to earn money for several lifetimes." Zhou Li also felt a little pity.

Wu Fan just smiled and said no more.

...

The time spent practicing, fighting, resting and settling in Tianfu passed quickly, and the winter vacation passed quickly.

At Tianfu East Station, Wu Neng was sitting in a wheelchair, with two beautiful nurses behind him pushing him along the platform.

"Xiao Fan, Dad really wants to go to the Imperial Capital with you." Wu Neng sounded regretful. "You will definitely be able to pass the exams at the Capital Wuhan University and the Huaxia Wuhan University this time. Just stand here and don't move around. Dad will buy you some oranges."

Wu Fan quickly stopped him, and then said: "You stay here to recover and take care of yourself."

"Dad, I'm leaving!"

Wu Fan said, waving to Wu Neng on the platform, and then with a determined look in his eyes.

Without looking back, I boarded the train to the Imperial Capital!

...

The top scholar, who is rich in knowledge, went to Beijing to take the exam.

I don’t care if I end up playing a supporting role in the future,

I come from the bottom and make miracles happen,

Let your voice shout for me...

It resounded throughout the capital!