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

The long sword turned into the remaining fire of the flowing blade.

The temperature rises suddenly within 100 meters around.

Wu Fan stood among several seniors and thrust the Blade of Residual Fire into the ground.

"Martial skills..."

"One sword burns the sky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with the long sword as the center, a huge 20-meter-high fire blade instantly rose up!

It's like a giant knife condensed from flames, piercing the ground from the ground and reaching into the sky!

The moment the fire knife appeared, the bright firelight reflected a brief darkness around it.

"this..."

Fang Tianxun, who was finishing the battle, looked in the direction of Wu Fan with a very shocked expression on his face.

Of course, he was not the only one, the entire Qianlong class in the fourth group looked towards the Fire Saber.

Tsk~tsk~

At this time, hundreds of meters around were being scorched by high temperatures. The magma on the ground was scorched black with red light, and the big trees that had turned into charcoal and had high temperature residue were emitting background music of "chichichichi".

Bang!

A powerful spiritual pressure exploded from Wu Fan's body, scattering the flames of the burning trees around him.

The four seniors fell to the ground covered in charred black, and the special battle uniforms they were wearing were in tatters.

"Cough...cough cough..."

"Are the freshmen of this class so scary?"

Feng Lei held his stomach and climbed up from the pit with difficulty. Compared to the other people who suffered Wu Fan's Fentian knife, Feng Lei who was a little further away was the least injured, with only a puncture wound. That's it, he recovered within two days.

"Admit defeat, we admit defeat!"

Feng Lei looked at Fang Tianxun, Bi Yang, Guan Yuan, Wang Ye and others who surrounded him and said.

The number of people in their pursuit team was more than twice that of the fourth team, and they were all warriors who were about to reach the peak of E-level. Unexpectedly, they were defeated and wiped out.

At this time, Feng Lei was no longer thinking about whether to pursue him, but about whether he would be beaten into a pig's head.

...

The atmosphere in the training base and control room is a bit strange.

"Cut out the first, second, and third groups."

Shen Zishuang said with a complicated mood.

Soon, the staff turned around the pictures of the other three groups.

In the first group of pictures.

Several seniors were lying on the ground with feather blades inserted all over their bodies, vomiting blood, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

And Wenren Youyue was walking through the forest. The spiritual weapon ribbon on her body was tying each senior's hands in a W shape behind her back and hanging her up high. Her slender legs were tied together in four ways, and her ankles were bent backwards. She pulled them behind her and connected them to the ribbon on her back, tying them up like a horse with hooves. Then Wenren Youyue used a ribbon to pass through the tree trunk in the air, and pulled up the seniors and hung them in the air.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Their mouths were also blocked, and a ribbon was tied around the back of their heads to prevent the contents from being pushed out by their tongues. In this way, the senior students could only twist and struggle helplessly in the air, letting out unwilling whines. Voice.

"The next group." Shen Zishuang held her forehead and said to the staff.

In the second set of pictures.

"Hahaha! Come on! Keep going!"

The Qianlong class members of the second group were forming a circle, and in the circle lay more than twenty pursuing seniors.

At this time, Luo Xianhe, a recommended eugenics student, was fighting with Qin Shaoshang, a special admissions student, and he saw that Luo Xianhe's spiritual pressure was strong.

"Martial skills! Consistent!"

Countless spiritual pressure particles around him gathered on Luo Xianhe's arm guards, giving him the impression of being able to reach the gods with one punch.

Seeing such a situation, Qin Shaoshang's eyes lit up. He suddenly drew the heavy sword on his back, and the same powerful spiritual pressure gathered on his body.

"Martial skills! Swordsmanship!"

The next second, the two collided with each other. The second group of students who were watching took a few steps back after being hit by the powerful energy.

And the cameras monitoring the second group...

It broke directly!

"Zizzizi!"

In the training base, the picture of the second group in front of the staff has turned into a black and white screen.

Shen Zishuang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Phew...next group."

In the third group of pictures.

boom!

A girl wearing a purple exotic skirt stood barefoot on the ground with a thin golden anklet on her ankle. She held an exquisite irregular wooden stick in her hand, and on the top of the stick, a pendant Holding an exquisite purple lantern about the size of a football.

"Martial skills! Fate Gu Ghost Kite!"

A purple light floated around Mo Qingwu's body, and a huge puppet wearing a robe and a small spiritual man with wings appeared in front of her.

At the very back, Zhang Zhibai was sitting cross-legged under a big tree, playing the piano with his fingers. The melodious sound of the piano came out as he pushed forward with one hand.

Uh-huh!

The leaves falling from the tree were cut into two pieces by the invisible sharp blade.

"Everyone, please listen to my song, Mountains and Flowing Waters!"

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

As Zhang Zhibai played with a snap of his fingers, the body-protecting spiritual pressure of the twenty chasing seniors were shattered, and then they slowly fell down in the invisible blade.

Before the song ended, Zhang Zhibai suddenly faced the camera and smiled.

Click!

Shen Zishuang turned off all the monitors and said to several other people in the room.

"What do you think?"

There were five people sitting opposite Shen Zishuang, including Bai Huansheng, the acting red-coated judge whom Wu Fan had met before.

Deputy Director of the Imperial Capital Demon Slaying Team Branch, Wan Zhan Medal, Huo Diange.

In addition to these two people, there are three others. They are:

Du Yunjian, who is wearing the uniform of a senior military general and has a square face and a resolute face, is about forty years old.

The vice-president of the Imperial Capital Warriors Association, Chen Tinghua is dressed in a Tang suit, has a childlike face, and a plump complexion.

There is also Mulan Jin, the vice president of Huaxia Wuhan University with a Chinese-style bun, wearing a black gilt cheongsam, black stockings, and black red-soled high-heeled shoes.

Although these people did not emit spiritual pressure, everyone knew that they were the top warriors in China.

"Look, let me just say that compared to the previous batches, the level of students in your current class is significantly higher." Acting Judge Bai Huansheng had an expression on his face: "I'm right, right?"

"I'm so happy to see these children so energetic. Strong young people make the country strong, hahaha~" Chen Tinghua, vice president of the Warriors Association, said with a smile.

"There is no point in continuing the assessment. Call everyone back." Mulan Jin raised her head slightly and said softly, twitching her pointed chin.

After hearing everyone's words, Shen Zishuang walked to the loudspeaker next to the monitoring station.

"Please note to all students in the training camp that this pursuit has ended early. Please return to the lobby on the first floor of the training base within half an hour to assemble!"

"Notice again..."

The sound of the big trumpet spread all around the forest, and those who were resting, playing, playing the piano, and dancing all stopped.

"It seems that the other teams are not weak either." Zhang Zhibai put his hands on the piano and stopped playing.

"Fifty more moves! You will definitely lose to me!" Luo Xianhe said confidently.

"Within a hundred moves, there is no difference between you and me." Qin Shaoshang carried the heavy sword behind his back.

"What about after one hundred moves?" Luo Xianhe retracted his arm guard.

Upon hearing this, Qin Shaoshang pointed to the sky.

"Only God knows!"

"Hahaha!"

...

Half an hour later, everyone returned to the base.

As for Shen Zishuang, she teleported to the stage in front of everyone.

"I have to say, you guys are really unexpected."

Shen Zishuang looked at everyone in the audience one by one.

"Since the four of you teams have all defeated the pursuing seniors, so..."

"Each of you can get a full reward, 20 points!"

Ho ho ho!

Some of the more cheerful students immediately cheered.

After everyone cheered, Shen Zishuang spoke again.

"I said before that in this pursuit, the two students with the best performance in each group will be qualified to compete for the team captain."

"Now, the rankings have been sent to your bracelets."

As soon as Shen Zishuang finished speaking, everyone's bracelets received the rankings within their respective groups.

"I'll go, I'm only third?"

"I am No. 8, alas..."

At this time, Wu Fan looked at his bracelet, and the ranking appeared on it.

"No...."