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

"It's so good..."

Wu Fan walked out of the warrior buffet again. In the past half month, he basically maintained a state of competing one day, practicing one day, and eating monster meals to replenish his energy and blood.

"The spiritual pressure has increased by more than 240 points in half a month. If I use my full strength now, the spiritual pressure is 2464 points, which is considered to have entered the fifteenth level."

In fact, this cultivation speed is already very fast. If the spiritual pressure had not been compressed by 2 times, Wu Fan's increased spiritual pressure in the past half month would have reached 500 points.

At the stage of an F-level warrior, 400 spiritual pressure can be used to upgrade one level, which means that Wu Fan has reached the level of other warriors in just half a month and more than a month.

"The golden star ring speeds up the speed at which I absorb spiritual energy. In addition, I have continued to eat monster food for the past half month, and my energy and blood are also very sufficient. This is why I can practice so quickly."

Wu Fan still has 5 low-grade spiritual stones and one medium-grade spiritual stone in his hand, which he plans to use in the late stage of F level, because it becomes more difficult to compress spiritual pressure in the later stage.

"Try to practice to a level close to the peak of F level before taking the exam."

...

Tianfu No. 4 Middle School dormitory

"Yang Wu, come here quickly!" Li Yang said to Yang Wu who was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

"What's going on? I just made an appointment with a freshman class beauty, please don't disturb me." Yang Wu poked at his phone.

"There is an F-level warrior named Wu Fan here who has won 6 consecutive victories." Wu Fan's match was being broadcast live on Li Yang's laptop.

"It's only been 6 games. What's all the fuss about? It's probably a young genius from a certain family who came out for a trial. Relying on the strength accumulated by the family's resources, he has stronger martial arts and foundation than other warriors of the same age. There's nothing to see. .”

As the thorn in the second grade of Tianfu No. 4 Middle School, Yang Wu had a fight with his teacher on the first day he entered the school. Although he was punished by the teacher, he became famous.

Later, Yang Wu was spotted by a martial arts club and signed a contract with the youth training team. He became a celebrity in the school for a while and had more than 200,000 fans on the Internet, including many little fans. Basically, every time I need to change my girlfriend.

"No, this Wu Fan doesn't look like he comes from a family. He doesn't have that kind of nobility." Li Yang said: "And the opponents he defeated were all very strong, such as the previous special military who won 9 consecutive victories, and Several of them have spiritual pressure above 3,000, and he himself may only have about 2,000 spiritual pressure."

"Oh? This is interesting. Help me make a date with him. It's already winter vacation, and we have to be dragged to school for special training. It's so boring." After Yang Wu finished speaking, he continued to talk to his new class The girlfriends started chatting.

"drink!"

Wu Fan stabbed out calmly. This was the most basic sword movement, a simple slash.

But Wu Fan practices the simplest moves like this thousands of times every day. He will never despise it because he is already very familiar with it, because this is the most solid thing for a warrior. Even those high-level warriors must practice it frequently. Basic training.

"Um?"

After Wu Fan finished practicing, he picked up his phone and found a message from Miss Zhou Li.

"The youth training members of OM Club asked me to make an appointment to fight?" In fact, Wu Fan had no objection to who he would fight with. He just felt a little strange why these clubs all liked to have names with English letters.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Wu Fan sent a message to Zhou Li.

"Received! The time is set at 8 o'clock on Saturday night." Zhou Li has earned a lot of commissions as Wu Fan's temporary assistant during this period, and her service has become more attentive, and she can basically respond within seconds.

After reading the news, Wu Fan stopped thinking about it and returned to the training room to start practicing again.

Every drop of sweat shed here today will make the opponent lose a drop of blood!

rest? entertainment? girlfriend? nonexistent.

...

Soon it was Saturday night. Because Yang Wu was a well-known martial artist, the game was arranged at a prime time. Moreover, it was on the top floor of the building, overlooking the bustling night view of Tianfu.

"Come on Master Yang Wu!"

"Ah! Master Yang Wu is so handsome!"

Today there were not only some old leeks, but also some young fans holding light signs. There were about 1,500 people in the audience, and the scale was basically equivalent to a grade meeting in an ordinary school.

"Who are you buying today?" an old leek asked hesitantly.

"You don't have to think about it. Of course I will buy Yang Wu. He is a student in the base class of Tianfu No. 4 Middle School, and he is also a youth training warrior signed by the Warrior Club. He has a 20-game winning streak before, and his strength has reached the peak of F level. How can he, Wu Fan, win?" Another old leek analyzed clearly.

"But...we bet on Wu Fan to lose these few times, and we ended up losing miserably."

"What are you afraid of!? Yang Wu must win this time!"

At this time, the host is already warming up the place.

"Let us welcome, the master of youth training, the king of Tianfu No. 4 Middle School, and the future rising star of the martial arts world, YW~~~!!!"

YW is Yang Wu's nickname, just use the initials of his name.

"Yang Wu! Yang Wu! Yang Wu!"

"YW! YW! YW!"

Yang Wu was dressed in casual clothes, with a pair of tight jeans and a pair of canvas shoes on his feet. This outfit didn't look like he was here to fight, but more like he was out shopping for a dinner.

"The one on the other side, come up quickly. After the fight, I have to sign autographs for the fans, and then I'm going to have dinner with my friends. I'm in a hurry." Yang Wu noticed that Wu Fan's spiritual pressure was much weaker than his, and judged this match It’s just another regular season game that earns tens of millions.

"Forget it, just keep the feeling."

"Your spiritual pressure is indeed very strong."

Although Wu Fan was a little unhappy after hearing Yang Wu's words, he didn't feel very angry, because if someone's mood fluctuates with just a few casual words, then this kind of restless character is destined to not go far.

On the other hand, Wu Fan was a little excited after feeling Yang Wu's spiritual pressure. Although he came to the ring competition to make money, he mostly wanted to accumulate experience in fighting with warriors.

He had been hunting monsters in the wild before, which was equivalent to PVE (people fighting monsters). After the incident in Yangcheng, Wu Fan realized that people are more terrifying than monsters, so PVP (people fighting) also Gotta keep up.

"You're not a fool, are you?" Seeing Wu Fan's eagerness to try, Yang Wu wondered if this guy had jumped over a level and defeated several ordinary level warriors, so his self-confidence was bursting, right?

"I'm here to dampen your spirit today and let you know what the strong young generation is." When Yang Wu said this, he spoke skillfully to the live broadcast equipment and the audience.

"Wow! I really like Yang Wu's domineering style!"

"Come on! Knock the opponent down!"

Listening to the cheers and cheers, Yang Wu showed an expression of enjoyment.

"Your name is Yang Wu, right?" At this moment, Wu Fan suddenly said:

"To be honest, you are a bit underestimating the enemy."

"As a warrior, even if the opponent is not as strong as you, you must deal with it seriously."

"So, I'll tell you..."

"You have to lie down and go out today!"