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

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Major felt a chill go down his spine, and his scalp suddenly exploded!

He quickly turned around and was greeted by a cold light!

"ah!"

Major screamed. A huge wound was cut on his chest from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen, and blood splashed three meters high! It was exactly the same as the tragic situation when he was seriously injured by Wu Fan at the school gate half a year ago.

"Aren't you looking for me everywhere?"

"I thought you had become so strong, but it turns out you are still so vulnerable."

Wu Fan slashed out with his sword and stepped back a few meters, not afraid of a sneak attack by other cult warriors.

But he felt that Major's blood was dirty.

"What are you still doing? Hurry up! Otherwise my dad won't let you go!"

Major was rolling on the spot in pain. His strength had indeed increased. If it were half a year ago, he would have fainted. It can only be said that the physique of a warrior is so strong.

But before Major could finish speaking, he was kicked out. After his body flew 5 or 6 meters in the air, he landed on the ground and rolled several times before stopping.

"Noisy!"

"Who do you think you are? You dare to threaten me?" A cult warrior said in a disdainful voice. Then he turned around and looked at Wu Fan with contempt in his eyes.

"An F-level warrior can't even take a move from a would-be warrior. The spiritual pressure produced by knocking the spirit stone is just like this. It's empty and powerless. It's just a number."

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Four cult warriors summoned a black sickle at the same time, with two white halos appearing behind them.

"We are not the kind of noble warriors who only take drugs. We have countless blood on our hands."

The cult warriors surrounded Wu Fan, chattering nonsense.

Wu Fan just checked Wu Lingxiao's injuries and found that the injuries were not serious, so he asked Wang Shuyue and others to give him simple treatment.

Then he turned his attention to the cult warriors.

"The less a person has, the more he wants to show off."

Wu Fan clenched the long knife in his hand and swung it out. A line of blood was thrown on the ground, and the long knife glowed with cold light again.

"Show off!?"

"What do you little brats who are born with the ability to awaken spiritual weapons know!?"

"The resources you enjoy are things that we civilians can't even dream of!"

"You are obviously a person with vested interests, but you still pretend to be a victim. Do you know that your expression makes me sick every time I see it?"

Hearing Wu Fan's words, the cult warrior became a little excited. He waved his hand, trying to argue vigorously and vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"I don't want to make meaningless arguments because, like you, I hate people who can get everything without making any effort."

"For example, they often say, why can your 20 years of hard study be comparable to the efforts of three generations of others?"

"Let me ask you, do you think this is right?"

As he spoke, Wu Fan pointed his long knife at Major, who was lying not far away.

"Do you think warrior nobles like him have worked hard? Then why do they have the nerve to say such ridiculous things as three generations of hard work!?"

"Can those fat pigs who hide in the protective shield of the city, only care about enjoyment, fill their brains with fat, and have their bodies riddled with holes by beautiful women and fine wine, be worthy of being called warriors!?"

"Isn't the person you are attacking the same person you are working for?"

"The reason warriors are respected is not because they are warriors. They have abilities far beyond ordinary people."

"It's because they use their bodies to block ordinary people when monsters attack the city. It's because they dare to show their swords at you enemies who endanger other people's lives without fear of life and death!"

Wu Fan stood upright, his body was like a knife, and his shape was like a blade. His sharp words directly cut into pieces the hearts of these cult warriors.

"Shut up!"

"You deserve to die!"

"That's nonsense!"

The four cult warriors' spiritual pressure floated on their bodies. They raised the black sickles in their hands and slashed at Wu Fan!

"You just laughed at Major's insubstantial spiritual pressure, but in my opinion, the spiritual pressure of you warriors who have awakened through spiritual weapon replication is even more fragile!"

"Today I'm going to let you see what knife by knife means, bit by bit..."

"Cut out the spiritual pressure!"

While speaking, Wu Fan squatted down slightly, and the spiritual pressure on his body suddenly exploded!

"Twice the spiritual pressure!"

"Three thousand thunder knives!"

Uh-huh!

Wu Lingxiao and others in the distance saw a thunder and lightning exploding from Wu Fan's body, and the long sword slashed out like a full-moon sword light like an electric light!

Boom!

Like thunder that suddenly exploded, the body-protecting spiritual pressure of the four cult warriors surrounding Wu Fan exploded one after another!

Kill four E-level warriors with one sword! ? Is this a quasi-warrior? This shocked the friends on the side!

"This is too strong! How did you do it?"

Some students asked subconsciously.

"It's not that I'm too strong, it's that they are too weak."

The cannon fodder of a cult can bully ordinary warriors, but when it comes to real tough stuff, it will break into pieces at the first touch!

Both Major and this group of cult warriors have verified a truth.

"A warrior's strength is not gained by upgrading, but by his own sweat and hard work, achieved with his fists!"

Hearing Wu Fan's words, this group of talented students from the previous base class lowered their heads and pondered. Their family backgrounds, backgrounds, and talents were much better than Wu Fan's.

But only half a year has passed, and Wu Fan has widened the gap so much.

"Wu Fan, what do you want to do!?" At this moment, Mei Jie, who was still pretending to be dead, shouted sharply, and saw Wu Fan holding a long knife and slowly walking towards him.

"I'm sorry, Wu Fan, it was my fault. I shouldn't have called you a pariah, and I shouldn't have replaced your high school entrance examination results!"

"it's all my fault!"

Seeing Wu Fan's cold expression, Mei Jie never thought that at their age, someone could kill someone so ruthlessly and decisively!

"I have a lot of spirit stones at home, as well as a lot of monster spirit cores. I have them of whatever level you want. I'll get them for you even from the devils to the great monsters..." Major said while leaning back on the ground. shrink.

"Do you know how far you, the untouchable you call me, will go to buy a low-grade spiritual stone that can awaken your son?"

"Do you know how far the pariah you talk about can go to save his seriously injured and dying father?"

"Do you know how a person roars when cornered?"

Wu Fan walked up to Major and took off his clothes, revealing his body full of scars.

"Classmate Wu Fan!"

When Wang Shuyue saw the scars on Wu Fan's body, she covered her mouth in shock.

"If you want to blame, it's your fault for offending someone you can't afford to offend. This is your favorite thing to say when you rely on your power to bully others."

"Today I give you this sentence."

Wu Fan stepped on Mei Jie's back and slashed his neck with a knife!

"Your most powerful opponent..."

"It's called having nothing!"