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

"You are looking for death!" After hearing Wu Fan's words, Yang Kun became angry. He stopped showing off and struck at Wu Fan with a sword!

boom! The surrounding spiritual energy is surging, and you can see how powerful this sword is!

"Is it going to end now?"

Then...

"Huh?" The audience at the scene made an unexpected sound.

Because Wu Fan, who they regarded as a sure loser, actually split Yang Kun's long sword with one strike.

"What!?"

Wu Fan's casual slash made Yang Kun dumbfounded. The opponent's level was obviously lower than his own, so how could his attack be deflected?

"This kid...is weird."

Wu Fan did not pursue the victory, but said to Yang Kun: "Show your true skills, otherwise I won't even be able to warm up."

Whoosh!

The long sword turned into spiritual pressure particles, and finally condensed in Yang Kun's hand. He held the sword again, and his expression became serious.

"I'm getting serious. I'm scared myself. Don't regret it later."

"I heard that you are a special forces warrior. Don't embarrass your team."

Wu Fan's words obviously stimulated Yang Kun. The army attaches great importance to the collective sense of honor. He can lose the game today, but he must not lose the face of the army.

Bang!

A powerful spiritual pressure exploded, and Yang Kun decided not to hold back.

"The first star ring, the flames are attached!"

rub!

A flame suddenly ignited on Yang Kun's long sword.

"Try this trick!"

He stepped forward with a blazing flame like a fire dragon. Judging from Yang Kun's momentum, he must have been on the battlefield and killed monsters before.

"It is indeed different from ordinary warriors." Wu Fan felt this. "but..."

"not enough!"

Wu Fan's spiritual pressure shook, and Yang Kun's flames were dispersed. Then he slashed out with a knife, swinging away Yang Kun's sword, and then flew forward and kicked Yang Kun 3 meters away!

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, the whole place was in an uproar, and some of the bettors had begun to panic.

"Come on! Blazing Sword! What are you doing! Are you doing acrobatics!? Do you want to show us how to breathe fire from your mouth!"

"Holy shit! Are you trying to fake the match!? The opponent is weaker than you, and you were actually kicked away!?"

"Report! I want to report!"

Some people in the audience were already red-eyed. They had bet a lot of money!

"Pooh!"

Yang Kun spit out a wisp of gastric juice from his mouth, and then climbed up from the ground. His spiritual weapon was a sword, which had strong attack power, but it did not mean that the defense was weak. However, Wu Fan kicked him My whole body felt bad.

"Martial skills! Bloodthirsty and violent!"

This is a martial skill of his unit. It can increase his overall strength by 15% in a short period of time. The price is that once the duration of the martial skill expires, the blood vessels will become extremely fragile and he needs to rest as soon as possible.

Bang!

The spiritual pressure increased rapidly, and Yang Kun's eyes were all fixed on Wu Fan. This time, he would no longer regard Wu Fan as a rookie who could be kneaded at will.

"Okay! That's it!"

"Flame Sword! Hit me hard!"

Seeing the sudden rise in Yang Kun's momentum, many people shouted crazily that they now hope Yang Kun wins this game.

Martial arts in the military are all about actual combat, crisp, concise and effective, but Wu Fan never gave him this opportunity before.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

The long sword kept slashing towards Wu Fan with a high temperature that could melt molten iron!

"good!"

Wu Fan finally became serious. At this time, he did not dare to push forward anymore. Instead, he continued to retreat with flexible steps. Then he caught the opponent's loophole and directly slashed with his backhand!

"Not good!" Yang Kun felt that Wu Fan's timing was too good. If it were him normally, he would have been unable to avoid it, but now he was in a violent state, and his speed and strength were enhanced.

At that moment, he forcibly used his muscles to twist his body. After strangely dodging Wu Fan's knife, the long sword was about to hit Wu Fan's ribs.

"Huh!?" At the critical moment, Wu Fan seemed to have known it for a long time. While leaning away, he stabbed Yang Kun in the chest!

Uh-huh!

A large gash was cut out of Yang Kun's entire chest, and then he held a sword in one hand and stuck it on the floor, and slowly squatted down.

"I...I give up."

After a moment of delay, Yang Kun spoke with difficulty.

He knew clearly that Wu Fan was merciful with his last stab, otherwise he would have been carried away on a stretcher now.

Both parties involved are aware of this.

"You are very powerful. If you meet an ordinary F-level warrior, you should be able to defeat it. Even a peak F-level warrior with 5,000 spiritual pressure, you can still fight." Wu Fan praised, although Yang Kun lost, but Wu Fan saw in him the mental outlook that a warrior should have.

Moreover, his basic skills are solid. He was able to win nine games only twice before.

"Thank you, you are very strong." After Yang Kun said this, he put away his sword and slowly walked off the ring.

On the big screen, it was shown that Wu Fan won this game.

"Fuck!"

"Fake match!"

"Money back!"

This group of people who bet and watch the game don't care about the outcome or strength of the two people. They are only unwilling to lose money.

"Wow, Lord Wu Fan, you are so awesome!" Zhou Li looked at Wu Fan with admiring eyes.

"Help me settle the appearance fee for this time." Wu Fan seemed as if he had never fought at all, but in fact the cost was quite high.

Five minutes later, Wu Fan received a text message from the bank.

"Your bank card has received 520,000 yuan, and the current balance..."

"It's not bad. You can earn more than 500,000 yuan from a game. Although you earn less than monster hunting, the advantage is that your life is basically not in danger." Wu Fan is quite satisfied with the price.

A complete quasi-warrior-level monster would cost about 300,000 to 1 million yuan.

F-level monsters can be sold for 1 to 5 million yuan, depending on their rarity.

However, the higher the level of a monster, the higher the danger. If a quasi-warrior-level monster wants to be unharmed, it generally requires 3 warriors of the same level, and for F-level monsters, at least 5 or more are needed. .

"Actually, this price is quite low. For example, a battle between a C-level warrior and a B-level warrior can sometimes cost tens of millions." Zhou Li said from the side: "And generally speaking, the battle between an F-level warrior It’s not very entertaining, it’s basically used to make bets and open the market. In the National Professional Warrior Competition, the lowest level starts at C level.”

"And there are very few people like you who win the game easily. Most of the matches at the same level require both sides to fight with injuries. The medical expenses alone consume 30% of the income, plus the time to recuperate from the injuries. Basically If you fight once a week in the past week, you are considered a hard-working warrior, and most of them fight once every half month or even once a month."

"makes sense."

Wu Fan was not surprised at all. If there was no bloodshed in the battle between warriors, what would be the difference between it and an exhibition match?