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

"The name of a person and the shadow of a tree are called [Tree Shadow]." Wu Fan said

"Successful registration. Lord Shuying, your competition is scheduled for tomorrow night." The cheongsam lady said, "I will inform you then. My name is Zhou Li."

"OK."

Wu Fan saved Zhou Li's contact information and left.

"I don't know what kind of strength my opponent is?"

Wu Fan is not planning to compete for a long time. His main job is to study for the martial arts university. But since he is a martial artist, he must always maintain fighting status instead of staying at home and desperately accumulating spiritual pressure.

If you do that, it will be like dead muscles trained in the gym. Although your strength has increased, there is still a big gap compared with the warriors who have fought in real combat.

"This winter vacation is very critical. I can't let up any slack." Wu Fan thought while looking for a place to eat on his phone.

"Huh? This place seems good." On a catering APP, Wu Fan saw a store called [Elite Warrior Buffet].

"You only need to pay 100,000 yuan to enjoy a buffet of food made from monster materials." Wu Fan read the introduction.

"Rice irrigated with spiritual energy-rich spring water, quasi-warrior-level lobster seafood, and a quasi-warrior-level big horned bull demon bred in a large breeding farm..."

"There are more than 100 kinds of dishes, both self-service and barbecue, and there are even limited-edition ingredients of F and E grades..."

However, 100,000 yuan is indeed a bit expensive, because Wu Fan himself often sells monster materials. Generally, quasi-warrior-level monsters are huge, basically 4 or 5 meters tall, but he only sells one for just over 300,000, and some are rare. can be sold for 500,000.

"But there are no such buffet restaurants in Yangcheng. They are all high-end restaurants that require reservations." It has to be said that big cities are rich in resources.

Like before, when Wu Fan was practicing excessively and his energy and blood were depleted and could not be recovered in a short time, he could only take nutritional creams. Although nutritional creams are cost-effective and effective, after eating them and sleeping, his energy and spirit would be restored a lot the next day. .

But it tastes like toothpaste and tastes extremely unpleasant.

"There will be a game tomorrow. Let's have a big meal today and then have a good sleep." Wu Fan decided to give it a try while he still had a million in his card.

Instead of squeezing the subway, Wu Fan directly called an online taxi and rushed there.

I have to say that there are really many people in Tianfu. They just left the Amethyst Tiandu Building and entered a larger business district.

"Next door, seems to be Tianfu Wuhan University?" Wu Fan looked at the map and found that next door was Tianfu Wuhan University, which ranked twelfth in the country.

This reminded Wu Fan of a joke about Tianfu No. 7 Middle School.

"If you don't work hard, you will have no choice but to go to Tianfu Wuhan University next door."

At first, everyone thought that Tianfu Wuhan University was rubbish and that you could get into it just by taking any test. But later they discovered that it was once one of the top ten Wuhan University in the country. However, due to various mischief by the management, the reputation deteriorated and outstanding young people Warriors are unwilling to apply, so the rankings are declining year by year.

"welcome!"

Wu Fan originally thought that there would be very few people in this warrior cafeteria, but when he walked in, he realized that there was almost a queue.

In addition to social martial artists, there were also many teachers and students from Wuhan University. Wu Fan even saw several Wuhan University clubs coming out for gatherings.

"Students from Tianfu Wuhan University are really rich."

After Wu Fan sat down, he went to get the food.

"Half-meter-long oysters... 2-meter-long prawns... Steaks grilled with a 500-degree flame..." Aura not only makes humans stronger, but also mutates the size of animals.

It took three hours to eat a buffet. Wu Fan walked in and came out holding on to the wall. The buffet always made people feel full even before they had eaten anything.

Waves of abundant spiritual energy melted in his stomach, and Wu Fan felt that the blood and energy in his body were constantly surging.

"No, it feels so uncomfortable to hold it in like this." Wu Fan simply went directly to the provincial gymnasium, and then exercised like crazy there.

“1,000 pull-ups!”

"1,000 push-ups!"

"Run another 10 kilometers!"

Wu Fan felt that his whole body was full of strength. He finished one set after another, and finally returned home exhausted. He took a shower, fell on the bed, and fell asleep in less than 3 seconds.

...

The next night, Wu Fan came to the Amethyst Tiandu Building.

"What's the game tonight?"

"It seems like a newcomer is fighting the Fire Sword."

"It feels like nothing to see. They are all F-level warriors, and the Fire Sword has won 9 games in a row. In order to win 10 games in a row, I guess the newcomer will be beaten badly, right?"

"I heard that the Fiery Sword belongs to a certain military special forces unit. I'm taking advantage of this time off to have a few fights. Today should be the last fight. Tickets are selling out pretty fast."

"Really? Then you have to go and take a look. The martial arts of ordinary warriors are too ordinary, but these special forces are more interesting."

Wu Fan walked through the hall and found that many people were discussing his battle tonight, but they were not very optimistic about him.

"Master Wu Fan, come with me, I will take you to prepare for the battle." said the cheongsam lady named Zhou Li from before.

Soon, the host came on stage, and was about to introduce the two sides that were dueling tonight.

A boy with a short bob stepped on the stage and jumped onto the ring.

"Scream!"

The name of the Fiery Sword is Yang Kun. He just joined the Wolf Fang Special Forces this year. As a warrior, he believes in fighting bravely, so his character is very public.

Seeing his opponent come on stage, Wu Fan decided not to stay any longer and walked directly onto the ring.

"Boy, judging from your age, you should still be studying, right? I would like to advise you here, you have to practice for another 1 or 2 years." Yang Kun didn't think Wu Fan could beat him at all.

"If I hadn't returned to the army soon, I wouldn't have accepted this game. There's no point in beating a novice."

The surrounding audience also started talking.

"This warrior named Shuying has no momentum at all? And he is still so young. He probably just came here to experience it. He will probably be beaten badly today."

"Well, I don't know how cruel society is. It would be good to learn something from here. Maybe it can help him grow."

"How much did you stake the Fire Sword?"

"100,000."

"100,000? Are you crazy?"

"This is still a small purchase. You don't even know how high Yang Kun's winning rate is. If I bet 100,000 yuan, I can win up to 1,000 yuan."

"Tsk, that's true. I just bet 500,000."

The entire martial arts competition is very profitable, not only from ticket sales and live broadcasts, but also from advertising revenue, peripheral revenue, and even gray revenue.

These gray benefits accounted for the bulk. Sometimes the warriors who suppressed them lost, and ordinary people would kill warriors offline.

Don't think that warriors are not afraid of hot weapons. F and E-level warriors still have to dodge bullets. The body-protecting spiritual pressure of D-level warriors can barely block bullets, while C-level warriors can ignore firearms, but high-explosive spiritual pressure bombs and heavy Only B-level warriors can resist the firepower of machine guns, and B-level warriors cannot defeat them and can fly away.

During the conversation, Yang Kun summoned his long sword, and a yellow star ring appeared behind it. This was his benefit when he joined the special operations force, the spiritual core of a pure-blood monster.

At the same time, Wu Fan also summoned a long knife in his hand.

"Where's your star ring? Show it, otherwise you won't be able to survive 3 moves under my hand." Yang Kun saw that there was no star ring lighting up behind Wu Fan, and immediately felt that Wu Fan was a little arrogant.

After hearing his words, Wu Fan shook his head and said to Yang Kun calmly:

"I don't need any martial arts skills to fight you."