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

Wu Fan was seen tightening his backpack and tying his shoelaces, and then his whole body burst out with spiritual pressure and stepped forward.

boom!

"What a strong spiritual pressure!"

Just one step away, Wu Fan felt as if he had entered a training room with several times the gravity.

"My legs are like lead, I can't move..."

Wu Fan tried to move forward, but it took a lot of effort to move a step.

"The spiritual pressure of an A-level warrior is so powerful!?"

When Wu Fan was learning common sense about warriors, he heard that the spiritual pressure of junior A-level warriors was above 1 million. At the time, it seemed like an exaggeration, but now Wu Fan kind of believes it.

Li Xiaotian just closed his eyes and hung in the air without using any force at all.

"Classmate Wu Fan, you should wait a moment!"

Ling Xiaolu didn't know what to say at this time.

"The people at the front will feel more pressure. You should find a few people to take the exam together. A few more people can share the pressure."

After hearing Ling Xiaolu's words, many candidates who were stopping to watch looked at each other and then followed Wu Fan.

But the moment they entered, the spiritual pressure on Li Xiaotian suddenly increased!

Plop! Plop!

The few candidates who had just entered were instantly crushed to the ground, and some of the weaker ones vomited blood.

At this time, they had an idea in their minds.

"I'm so damn fat..."

"How shady!"

In this exam, Li Xiaotian will control the total amount of spiritual pressure released according to the number of people entering, ensuring that everyone's spiritual pressure is the same evenly.

These candidates were not mentally prepared, thinking that Wu Fan was standing in front of them, so they did not take immediate precautions and instantly lost their ability to resist.

"hey-hey..."

Ling Xiaolu laughed harmlessly, and then followed Wu Fan towards the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University. Although he moved slowly, he walked very steadily, and he was obviously not weak in strength.

"call."

Wu Fan didn't care about what was happening behind him, but instead released his spiritual pressure with all his strength, fighting against Li Xiaotian's shock.

100 metres...

90 meters...

50 meters...

Wu Fan felt that the blood all over his body was about to solidify, and his bones were making a cracking sound under the strong pressure, as if they would break if he took one more step.

Just when Wu Fan was about to reach Li Xiaotian, he suddenly opened his eyes. Just this moment made everyone who was taking the exam feel their breath suffocated.

"Welcome to the 2024 Huaxia Wuhan University Independent Admissions Examination. I am Li Xiaotian, a graduate of the 2020 class."

Wu Fan looked at Li Xiaotian with a solemn expression. Under the shock of the powerful spiritual pressure, the weaker ones were directly crushed to the ground, and the weaker ones could not move their legs.

In this first exam, you have to report your exam number and name under these circumstances.

"As expected of one of the top two Wuhan universities in China, the first level is so difficult." Wu Fan thought to himself.

"If it were me years ago, I might be able to get here, but I would definitely be speechless."

After a moment of silence, Wu Fan suddenly took a deep breath, and then faced Li Xiaotian's shock, he burst out with the strongest spiritual pressure in his body. Qi and blood poured into his dantian and abdominal cavity, and shouted loudly to the front:

"Sichuan Province! Yangcheng Warrior High School! Wu Fan!"

“Come and sign up!”

The sound was loud and powerful, and it was still like thunder hitting the ears even though it was hundreds of meters away. This made Li Xiaotian nod with slight appreciation.

"Welcome, classmate Wu Fan."

Then Wu Fan stepped into the gate of China Wuhan University. The moment he entered the school, the pressure on his body disappeared instantly. Wu Fan, who had not had time to adapt, staggered forward two steps.

"Huh...huh..."

Wu Fan gasped for air. He now felt like he was floating in the clouds. The ground beneath his feet was light and a small patch of sweat broke out on his back and neck. Just after he rested for less than 10 seconds, the same deep voice sounded.

"Western Shanxi Province! Taiyuan No. 5 Middle School! Ling Xiaolu!"

“Come and sign up!”

Then I saw a round body, falling directly on the floor not far from Wu Fan, gasping for air. The sweat all over his body was like a flood gate that was broken, and it instantly wet the ground.

"It's really killing me..." Ling Xiaolu said as if he was breathing heavily.

At this time, there was a freshman senior student standing not far away watching the show.

"Hey, seeing them like this reminds me that we were in such a mess last year."

"Who is embarrassed? I just walked in in a serious manner, not like you who crawled in."

"Who crawled in!? I was crawling tactically!"

This should be one of the few scenes where Wuhan students can pause their practice and come to watch.

"Let's go, let's take you guys to the dormitory first."

School staff came over and took Wu Fan and others to a sightseeing car.

"This is the Little White Dragon. Because the campus is very large, we usually take this ride. However, it is only used by students who have returned from going out for training. People who practice in the school usually take it." The staff introduced.

"What does it mean to throw ham?" the little fat guy Ling Xiaolu asked.

"It just means running with legs. Of course, if you are a B-level warrior, you can also use flying ones. After all, running and flying are also part of exercising your body."

"Damn it! Are you so curly!? You even have to practice walking. This is too perverted!"

The staff did not speak, but ran to the side and carried an examinee lying dead on the ground onto Xiaobailong.

"Damn it, I thought I was miserable enough. Didn't I think there were experts?"

Ling Xiaolu looked at the man lying in the car and said.

"Hello...Hello...my name is Zhang Heng..." The young man named Zhang Heng said in a weak voice. His face was completely pale. It seemed that he was too frightened by Li Xiaotian's spiritual pressure. .

"Did you crawl in?" Ling Xiaolu said mischievously.

"Ahem...I just walked in." Zhang Heng said one word and had to rest for 10 seconds.

"You can walk in like this?" Ling Xiaolu expressed disbelief.

"I lay down close to the gate for half an hour, and then walked in..."

"Uh..." Wu Fan.

"This..." Ling Xiaolu.

Even the cold and arrogant young man sitting in the back row twitched twice on his face.

"You are really a fucking talent." Ling Xiaolu could only sigh that as expected of Huaxia Wuhan University, there are all kinds of weirdos.

Due to Wu Fan's compressed spiritual pressure, his recovery ability was very strong, and the spiritual pressure he had previously consumed quickly recovered. However, what surprised him was that Ling Xiaolu and the cold and proud young man also recovered quickly.

However, their methods were different. Ling Xiaolu directly took a spiritual energy pill, which was made from crushed spiritual stones and cost tens of thousands of yuan.

The cold and arrogant young man was sitting on the seat with his legs crossed, as if he was performing some kind of skill.

Only Zhang Heng was lying dead in the back row like a salted fish.

"Okay, we're here."

After passing through countless school buildings, the staff took several people to the candidate placement site.

As soon as he got off the car, Wu Fan was stunned. He pointed forward and said.

"Uncle, are you sure this is here?"