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

"drink!"

Wu Fan shouted loudly and punched the spiritual pressure tester in front of him.

Bang!

There was just a bang, and the special tester, which was almost the same size as a basketball hoop, retreated 30 meters.

"Yes, the spiritual pressure is already 15,000."

These days, he spent every day practicing, soaking in hot springs, and sleeping. The food he ate was all high-end monster ingredients and spiritual vegetables. Although the credits cost a lot, Wu Fan was quite satisfied with the speed at which his spiritual pressure increased.

Although it is a bit boring, the joy of seeing your data increase every day is very motivating.

"Today is August 16th. There is only half a month left before the start of school. I don't know what the final task of this training camp will be. Moreover, the senior sister said that after the start of school, there will be a qualifying competition for the whole school, and then there will be a national martial arts competition for freshmen. .”

"Time is really tight, and there are so many things going on."

After the test, Wu Fan walked to the training room.

"Huh? Are you the only one here today?"

Wu Fan looked around and saw a girl wearing a purple gauze dress, practicing a martial art.

The girl is wearing a transparent gauze scarf, and her beautiful face is vaguely visible. Her bare feet are jumping back and forth in the wide space, like a flying fairy.

"This is?"

Although she was very beautiful, Wu Fan's attention was entirely on Mo Qingwu's movement.

"Can you jump twice in the air? You can also stay for a short time, which is kind of amazing."

Although her body and martial arts skills may not seem very useful at ordinary times, they can be very useful when pulling and containing enemies.

"Student Mo Qingwu, do you want to compete with me?"

Hearing Wu Fan's words, Mo Qingwu frowned slightly, looked at Wu Fan carefully and vigilantly, and then nervously touched her long hair.

"You won't cut my hair, will you?"

The scene where Wu Fan shaved off Zhang Zhi's bald head was, to Mo Qingwu, no different from watching a horror movie.

"It's just a discussion, stop thinking about it, don't think too much." Wu Fan forced out a seemingly kind smile.

Mo Qingwu looked at Wu Fan suspiciously and said, "Then let's have a timed battle. The time is 5 minutes. How about that?"

"Can."

Then the two entered the battle room.

"Puppet: Oni Kite."

"Fate Gu: No Dream."

Mo Qingwu summoned her spiritual weapon, and then lit up her star ring in a soft tone.

A giant puppet with a body of 3 meters and a spirit doll about the size of a football appeared in front of Mo Qingwu.

"3, 2, 1...the battle begins!"

Wu Fan held the knife in one hand, increased his speed instantly, and was in front of Mo Qingwu in the blink of an eye.

"Martial skills! Broken dreams!"

Mo Qingwu made a move with her bare hands, and a purple halo appeared under Wu Fan's feet.

Bang!

The next second, a powerful psychic blast appeared. The huge power mixed with the powerful thrust directly caused Wu Fan to stagnate.

In this attack, Mo Qingwu did not use too much power, but directly used the characteristics and spiritual pressure of a D-level warrior.

"This is!?"

Wu Fan froze, and before he had time to escape, the purple halo exploded twice, blasting him into the air, and his protective spiritual pressure was squeezed out of shape.

Bang! Bang!

While Wu Fan was floating in the air, the spirit doll kept firing small spiritual pressure bombs from its hands, hitting the protective spiritual pressure intensively.

"Something."

Wu Fan just wanted to adjust in the air, but found that Mo Qingwu had retreated far away.

At this moment, there was a sound in his ears.

Kaka!

Boom!

The huge puppet punched Wu Fan, and Wu Fan struck back with a knife.

Clang!

The puppet's fist and the long knife collided together, making the sound of metal clashing, and it wasn't just that.

"And body-protecting spiritual pressure?"

Wu Fan did not expect that Mo Qingwu's puppet also had body-protecting spiritual pressure.

"In this case..."

"Three thousand thunder knives!"

In a flash of lightning, the puppet's body-protecting spiritual pressure was shattered, and its body was broken into two pieces in the middle.

Wu Fan's defense-breaking sword instantly killed it.

But just before the puppet fell to the ground, it actually hugged Wu Fan with its upper body, and then its body glowed.

boom!

A huge explosion occurred in the battle room, and the terrifying energy impact directly blasted a large crater 3 meters deep.

"There are so many methods. The energy level generated by the explosion just now must have been 50,000 spiritual pressure, right?"

"I feel like you stopped, otherwise the energy of the explosion might be even greater."

After the explosion, Wu Fan jumped out of the pit. Surprisingly, under such a powerful explosion at close range just now, he didn't even break the protective spiritual pressure.

As he spoke, Wu Fan shot towards Mo Qingwu again, but Mo Qingwu still waved the lantern in his hand, and a dreamy purple smoke appeared.

"Martial skills! Changfeng Sanhun!"

The dreamy purple smoke turned into a tornado and swept towards Wu Fan. Wu Fan's expression was very serious, because the seemingly hazy wind would probably destroy the soul and erode the bones.

He used the fire knife to kill the fire phoenix before, but today he used the wind knife to disperse the tornado.

A strong wind struck, and a powerful tornado formed around Wu Fan. With the help of this force, he temporarily jumped into the air.

"Four Elephant Sword Techniques! Blade Storm!"

The strong wind roared, and he turned into a wind tornado and killed Mo Qingwu.

Because this is a competition, the two of them basically control their strength to around the third or fourth level. Otherwise, with such intensive energy hedging, the battle room may not last long.

But just when Wu Fan strangled the purple tornado and was about to approach Mo Qingwu, he saw her stepping on her foot, leaping gracefully, tapping a few times in the air, as if she were exploring flowers under the moon, with a light posture.

In just an instant, she was tens of meters away from Wu Fan. When Wu Fan continued to chase, she jumped further away again.

"You can't even touch it."

In terms of head-on strength, Wu Fan might have a slight advantage, but in terms of pulling and body skills, Mo Qingwu didn't give Wu Fan a chance at all.

"time up!"

Wu Fan didn't feel the passage of time. He even felt that the battle was over without even using the sword.

"call..."

Mo Qingwu patted her high chest gently, thankful that her long hair had escaped Wu Fan's attack. Although she seemed relaxed in the previous battle.

But please, family members, the psychological pressure is really great!

"Thank you. Through discussing with you, I have found some shortcomings." Wu Fan said seriously.

"You're welcome, I also developed my ability to withstand stress during this battle." Mo Qingwu covered her mouth and smiled sideways.

After the two said goodbye, Wu Fan reviewed the battle just now while walking.

"The enemies I encountered before were basically front-on. It was rare that I encountered someone like Mo Qingwu who was able to use long-range and physical strength."

Although Wu Fan believes that he can defeat Mo Qingwu if he shows his true strength, just like he did against Zhang Zhibai last time, but his shortcomings are his shortcomings, which cannot be ignored.

"So now I have to spend my credits to learn a martial arts technique like bodywork."