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

Familiar bald head, familiar big sunglasses.

It was the professor Wu Fan met in Decheng who claimed to be Professor He Xinghe from China Wuhan University.

"Hey! I thought you were joking, but I didn't expect you to actually come?" Professor He was also surprised after seeing Wu Fan.

"Are you really a professor at China Wuhan University?"

Wu Fan didn't pay attention at the time, thinking that Professor He was just an ordinary high-level warrior.

"I haven't seen you for a few months. Your strength has grown a bit quickly." Professor He looked at Wu Fan and then said something that surprised him. "When I saw you at that time, you had just entered the F level. With 2 times the compressed spiritual pressure, you were almost close to the peak of the F level."

"Tsk, maybe you can actually pass the first and second exams."

Wu Fan was very surprised when he heard Professor He's words, because not only in Yangcheng, but even in Tianfu, no warrior could tell that he had compressed his spiritual pressure by 2 times.

But Professor He not only saw it, but also knew his true cultivation level.

"This person is not simple, he is at least an A-level warrior." Wu Fan made a rough guess.

"Let's go. Since we met, I will take you for a ride."

Wu Fan walked towards the monitoring station with anxiety.

The moment I walked through the inspection station...

Nothing happened, Wu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sure enough, as Meng Luoxi said, the cult's special mask can hide all auras."

In fact, Wu Fan still underestimated the ability of the Saint's Mask, because it was something that even a borderline Transcendent A Grade warrior could not detect.

This is also the core reason why saints can hide their identities in various countries around the world.

"Although it is very safe in the Imperial Capital, it is often inconvenient." Professor He said to Wu Fan standing aside.

The two walked out of the Imperial Capital West Station, and Wu Fan officially entered the Imperial Capital.

Then they saw a black car parked in front of the two people.

"Boss, I'm here to pick you up."

The window rolled down, and a young man a few years older than Wu Fan sat in the driver's seat.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the student I teach, named Ke Jie, a junior student at Huaxia Wuhan University." Professor He said.

"Hello, I am a candidate for independent enrollment this year. My name is Wu Fan."

Wu Fan could feel the powerful spiritual pressure and abundant energy and blood from Ke Jie, but the other party was not very showy and did not release it at will to oppress others.

"Oh, you're here to take the exam. Let me tell you, after you pass, you must join Professor He's martial artist group." Ke Jie is a handsome young man with a fair face and glasses, a bit unusual. Musha.

But Wu Fan knows that the higher the level of a warrior, the more nourishing spiritual energy he receives, and it is normal for his skin to become better and more handsome.

Moreover, Wuhan University is not all about fighting warriors, there are also many who are engaged in research.

For example, some martial arts require studying the direction of spiritual pressure particles in the body and then creating or improving them.

"If I can pass the exam, I will seriously consider it." Wu Fan said this sincerely, not in a superficial manner.

While talking, Wu Fan observed the structure of the Imperial Capital, and soon he discovered the difference between the Imperial Capital and Tianfu.

"It actually has 6 layers of protective cover!?"

Wu Fan was a little surprised.

"The core area of ​​the Imperial City is divided into six rings. Each ring has a separate S-level protective cover. In the core ring, the protective cover exceeds S-level." Professor He said from the side.

What else could Wu Fan say? Yangcheng's protective cover was only B-level, while provincial capital cities like Tianfu, Guangfu, and Chang'an only had an S-level protective cover.

Each ring in the Imperial Capital has an S-class protective cover.

"Our China Wuhan University and Imperial Wuhan University are only outside the Fourth Ring Road and within the Fifth Ring Road."

"The martial arts families in the imperial capital basically live within the fourth ring. The headquarters of the Judgment Office, the Demon Slayer Corps, and the power departments of the Military and Military Headquarters are within the third ring. The information within the second and first rings is a secret and cannot be discussed casually. ." Ke Jie said while driving. With the warrior's reflexes, even if someone suddenly bumped into him, he could avoid it.

When talking about these powers, families, and institutions, it is easy to have a feeling of personal insignificance.

"Well, I can only send you to the school gate. I hope to see you at Huaxia Wuhan University." Professor He said to Wu Fan.

"Thanks."

Although Wu Fan has a cold personality, he is definitely a polite person.

After saying goodbye to Professor He and Ke Jie, Wu Fan walked to the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University with his bag on his back.

"Um?"

After just a few steps, Wu Fan noticed something was wrong.

"Why are there so many people at the school gate?"

Those people, like Wu Fan, were all candidates from all over the country who came to participate in independent enrollment. There were at least tens of thousands of them.

But at this time, some of them were standing and watching, some were sitting on the ground with pale faces, and some were leaning against the wall and closing their eyes to rest weakly.

"Classmates, why don't you go in?"

Wu Fan asked a young man next to him, but the man ignored Wu Fan at all. Instead, he regarded him as a competitor and was slightly hostile.

Wu Fan didn't look for trouble, walked past the crowd and walked towards the school gate.

The gate of Huaxia Wuhan University is very impressive. It is over 120 meters long and nearly 30 meters high, which is equivalent to the height of 5 or 6 floors.

But at this time, in the air at the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University, there was a person sitting cross-legged.

He was about 20 years old, with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating.

"B..No.."

"A-level warrior!?"

Wu Fan originally thought that the other party was a B-level warrior, but he saw that the other party was suspended in the sky and sat on it as if he were sitting on the ground. Only an A-level warrior could do that.

The strange thing is that this man is sitting there, as if he has drawn an invisible line in front of tens of thousands of candidates. No one dares to step within a hundred meters of the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University.

"Classmate, you'd better adjust your situation."

Just when Wu Fan was about to walk forward, a fat man with a round figure and fair skin stopped him.

"Why?"

Wu Fan was really curious. The scene in front of him was really strange.

"Because this is the first test for independent enrollment. Did you see the warrior sitting in the air? He is Li Xiaotian, the outstanding graduate representative of China Wuhan University this year. He entered the A level at the age of only 21."

The little fat man had admiration and envy in his eyes.

"There are so many warriors who come to participate in independent moves every year. On the first day alone, there are tens of thousands of people at China Wuhan University, not to mention the Imperial Wuhan University, so more than 90% of the people have to be eliminated at the first level. "

"The first step is to be shocked by Li Xiaotian's spiritual pressure, loudly announce your exam number and name, and then walk into the campus of Huaxia Wuhan University." The little fat man swallowed with some difficulty.

“This is called the first level [registration].”

"I see."

Wu Fan finally understood why some people were lying on the ground with pale faces.

"It seems some people tried and failed."

"Thank you, my name is Wu Fan."

A person's character can be confirmed sideways at certain times. Wu Fan asked several candidates before, but all of them kept their mouths shut as if it had nothing to do with them. They wished that Wu Fan was like them and was not prepared to suffer a big loss.

"My name is Ling Xiaolu." The little fat man said to Wu Fan.

"There are only 10,000 places for the first level, which lasts three days, but as long as 10,000 people are reached, the first exam will be over." Ling Xiaolu said to Wu Fan.

Wu Fan looked at the big screen on the side, which read that 3,189 people had passed.

At this moment, Ling Xiaolu suddenly looked at Wu Fan and said in surprise:

"Classmate Wu Fan, what are you...!?"