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

"this!?"

Wu Fan pretended to be surprised on the surface, but secretly he was already gathering spiritual pressure.

"In the cult, Black Mask is the lowest form of cannon fodder, but the man in front of me has pretty good spiritual pressure, probably level 28."

"E-level warrior?"

Although on the surface, it seemed that Wu Fan was only level 26, two levels lower than his opponent, but if there was a real fight, he wouldn't even need a bright ring to pin the cult warrior to the ground and beat him.

"This is the demon-blooded beast egg you want. You pay for it and deliver it at the same time."

The other party took out a monster egg the size of a football and spoke in a loud voice, probably in disguise.

"Well, wait a moment, I need to take it easy..."

Wu Fan took out his bank card to delay, while secretly contacting the people at the adjudication office.

While the three of them were trading, a powerful spiritual pressure suddenly appeared.

"No wonder the institute has lost a few scrapped monster eggs during this period. It turned out that you took them out and sold them."

Wu Fan raised his head and found another cult warrior wearing a black mask coming above the abandoned building.

"D-level warrior?"

Although the other party's spiritual pressure was higher than his own, Wu Fan could vaguely detect the other party's level.

"Sir, little boss!?" Seeing the coming person, the cult warrior who was doing the transaction panicked and immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"I am also obsessed with money. Please be merciful and let me go. I am willing to give you all the money from selling monster eggs this time!"

"Where are the people from the Judgment Office? Why haven't they shown up yet?" Wu Fan's mission was to lure out the cult warriors. The subsequent arrests and tracking of the cult base were not his business.

But now even the little boss has appeared, but there is no sign of the Judgment Office.

"Spare you? Okay, you kill these two people first." The cult leader pointed at Wu Fan and Cao Bing and said.

Upon hearing this, Cao Bing was so frightened that he ran out of the building.

"Death verdict!"

But how could he, an F-level warrior, outrun an E-level warrior?

I saw a black sickle turning into an afterimage and cutting towards Cao Bing's neck.

"No!"

Looking at the death sickle that was about to harvest his life, Cao Bing's pupils shrank and he collapsed on the ground.

The next second, Wu Fan's figure appeared above the head of the cult warrior, flying forward and stepping on the opponent's back.

Click!

The body-protecting spiritual pressure of the cult warrior shattered like a bubble.

"ah!"

Wu Fan's kick is very powerful.

He only felt a huge force coming, and his whole body was smashed towards the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were sounds of three heavy objects hitting the floor.

Wu Fan kicked this cult warrior from the 4th floor to the 1st floor of the abandoned building!

"Is there an expert?"

The cult leader looked at Wu Fan, and a black sickle appeared in his hand. This was a standard equipment for mass-produced spiritual weapons.

boom!

Powerful spiritual pressure appeared from the little boss. He grabbed the scythe and his body turned into a shadow and disappeared.

Whoosh!

In just an instant, he appeared behind Wu Fan and slashed down with his sickle.

Clang!

A long knife blocked his attack!

"Um!?"

"An E-level warrior can actually block my attack?"

The little boss felt that Wu Fan was not simple, and then the white star ring behind him lit up.

"Death verdict!"

It's the same move as the previous E-level cult warrior, but because of the different strength, the power is also different.

Wu Fan ducked sideways.

boom!

A 10-meter-long crescent sword slashed out instantly.

The entire abandoned building was cut in half diagonally from the middle, and then began to collapse rapidly under the influence of gravity!

"The commotion has been so loud, why haven't the people from the adjudication office arrived yet?"

Just as Wu Fan jumped far away to escape, the little boss cut his accomplice's throat with a knife in the smoke and dust of the collapsed building.

"Do you know how much trouble you caused us by secretly selling waste monster eggs?"

"Now the entire institute has to be relocated!"

"Let you go?"

"In the next life!"

This little boss is very cunning. Although in his opinion Wu Fan is just an E-level warrior, he has never thought of confronting Wu Fan.

"After I deal with you, I should withdraw."

Just when the little boss was about to leave, a flash of thunderous sword light came from the smoke.

"Three thousand thunder knives!"

The powerful spiritual pressure shook away the surrounding smoke, and Wu Fan slashed at him with a long sword.

"A mere E-level warrior..."

Poof!

One knife penetrates the body!

"My protective spiritual pressure!?"

"How is that possible!?" The little boss looked at Wu Fan with disbelief.

While he was still in surprise, Wu Fan directly punched him.

Bang!

The fist hit him hard in the face with a fierce wind.

Click!

The inferior cult mask was directly cracked, revealing the pale and frightened face underneath!

"You! Ah! My mask!"

The moment the mask was cracked, the cult leader suddenly let out a shrill scream, like an insect who had died in the light.

At this time, he no longer cared about fighting Wu Fan and fled directly into the distance.

"Damn it! What are the people in the tribunal doing!?"

"Why haven't you come yet!?"

Wu Fan jumped down from the ruins on the fourth floor and glanced at the cult warrior he was dealing with.

"The attack was so cruel, he has already expired."

Wu Fan glanced at Cao Bing again. He was hiding in the corner and shivering.

Wu Fan walked over and grabbed his collar and said, "I'll give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"It's a portable tracker with my trace on it."

"When the people from the adjudication office come, give this thing to them."

"You just saw how cruel the cult warriors are. This is your only chance. Remember!?"

"Remember...remember!"

Cao Bing nodded wildly.

Afterwards, Wu Fan picked up a long knife and chased in the direction where the cult leader was escaping.

He walked through the dense woods, following the blood trail, feeling that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

"It's right in front!"

He stepped hard, quickly knocked open the branches in front of him, and slashed at the enemy with one strike!

"Master Butler, save me!"

The little boss suddenly shouted forward.

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in front of Wu Fan.

The person who came also slashed with a knife and fought Wu Fan together. In a hurry, Wu Fan only saw that the other person was wearing a white mask.

"C-level warrior!?"

Afterwards, Wu Fan flew out and slid along the ground for more than 20 meters.

"Master Deacon, kill him quickly, he is from the Judgment Office!"

The cult leader pointed at Wu Fan and said that he had been seen in his true form. If Wu Fan was not killed, he would be wanted by the ruling court. From now on, he would be like a mouse, living in fear in the darkness.

"I can still fight with D-level warriors, but C-level warriors..."

Wu Fan held a long sword in his hand, just when he was about to use his natal martial arts.

I saw the cult deacon wearing a white mask stabbing the little leader in the heart.

"Master Deacon, you..."

The little leader's face was full of shock. He didn't understand why the deacon wanted to take action against him.

Uh-huh!

The long knife was drawn out, blood spurted out, the little boss lost his life, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

"What... happened?"

Just before Wu Fan could figure out the situation in front of him, the cult deacon suddenly took off her white mask, and then said in a tone that she hadn't seen for a long time:

"I really didn't expect to meet you here..."

"Classmate Wu Fan."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Wu Fan was also stunned:

"Mengluoxi!?"