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

Bang!

A violent shock wave spread out, and all the trees within a kilometer in diameter in the suburbs were broken!

Two figures were fighting back and forth in the void.

Bang! Bang!

One person is wearing a purple adjudication uniform, and the other is wearing a purple cult mask on his face. The purple adjudicator of the adjudication office is a disciple of the cult.

These are two A-level experts!

"He Qiang, I have been in Chencang City for more than 10 years and I have never done anything illegal. Why are you holding on to me?"

The cult disciple said in a disguised voice through the mask.

"Kong Jun, I really didn't expect that as the director of the laboratory, you are actually a cult warrior!" The purple-clothed Judgment named He Qiang was the Judgment Institute warrior who spoke to Wu Fan.

"No wonder you know the warriors from the local tribunal and the demon-slaying team!"

"So what if I'm a cult warrior? So what if I'm not?"

Kong Jun no longer hid, and directly took off his mask, revealing the face of an intellectual, whose temperament was very similar to that of the former Seventh Saint.

If he was wearing a white coat instead of a black robe, no one would think he was a cult warrior.

"I studied hard for 23 years from elementary school until I graduated with a Ph.D., but in the end I still have to stay in the suburbs?"

"With my salary, I can't even afford a house in Chencang City, and I have to take a loan for 30 years to pay it off!"

"Did I come to this world just to pay off all my debts!?"

When Kong Jun was talking, He Qiang's figure flashed, and the A-level warrior teleported in space and instantly reached Kong Jun.

"You joined a cult just because of money?"

"Can't you just earn it with your own hands!?"

Bang!

The two fought fist to fist and foot to foot again.

"I stay in the research institute every day and do those experiments, so you think I'm not making money with my own hands?" Kong Jun chuckled.

"You also went to Wuhan University, and you also know that everyone has something they are good at. For example, you are good at criminal investigation and combat, and I am good at scientific research and theory."

"Do you want me to go out of the safe zone to slay demons every day like a warrior hunter? Since slaying demons makes money, let's stop doing all the scientific research and let's go slay demons together, okay?"

Kong Jun didn't want to say anything more intense, because he knew it would be useless to say it. He Qiang, as the top leader of the prefecture-level city adjudication office, knew better than him.

It's just that He Qiang will never destroy his job just because he is an unrelated person and says something that agrees with him.

"It's useless to talk more. You can't get away today. Now that you're trapped, I can give you a surrender and seek leniency." He Qiang summoned his spiritual weapon and said to Kong Jun.

"Really? You're quite a nice person!"

"Although I'm not good at fighting, if you want to take me down, you can't do it without paying a price."

...

"Ahem!"

The cult deacon holding a gold-backed sword tremblingly walked out of the sea of ​​fire. His whole body was charred black, his clothes were in tatters, and his body-protecting spiritual pressure was directly broken. He was in an extremely miserable state.

"I was beaten like this by an E-class warrior!?"

"What a joke!"

Although the other party could not threaten his life at all, he could not accept such grievance!

"Boy, you succeeded in irritating me!"

Before he could get angry, Wu Fan hit a flying grass!

Bang!

The cult deacon was kicked in the chest and flew out in the air.

Wu Fan knew very well that when fighting someone, if there is no way to counter the enemy, don't talk nonsense, so he didn't give the enemy any chance to breathe, facing the opponent's powerful spiritual pressure, he slashed more than 10 times in a row!

Bang!

After the cult deacon received a severe blow, his spiritual pressure shook and forced Wu Fan back.

"What's going on over there? You can't even deal with an E-level warrior?"

At this time, on the other side, Meng Luoxi was actually beating three people on the opposite side.

At this time, the three cult warriors were all covered in frostbite, with frostbite everywhere on their bodies and clothes.

"Star Ring! Ten Thousand Kinds of Frost Sky!"

At this moment, a black star ring lit up behind Meng Luoxi.

Uh-huh!

A streak of frost suddenly exploded, and then the dirt ground within a diameter of 200 meters with her as the center suddenly turned into ice, and the bodies of the three cult deacons who stepped on the ice instantly turned into ice sculptures.

One second later, the frost dissipated, and the three people who were frozen into ice sculptures turned into ice crystal dust.

"Fuck!"

Seeing that the accomplice he was talking to just now turned into air, the deacon of the cult who was fighting Wu Fan shrank his pupils.

Then he ran away into the distance without looking back.

"Where to run!?"

Meng Luoxi stretched out a hand, and the snowflake-like spiritual pressure particles gathered into a huge spear!

Whoosh!

The ice pick spear cut through the sky and directly penetrated the body of the fleeing C-level warrior.

There was no blood or screams. The ice pick spear turned into a frozen mausoleum, killing the escaped cult deacon on the spot.

"So strong!"

Wu Fan exclaimed that Meng Luoxi was about the same age as him, or even a little younger than him, but her strength was already much higher than his.

"Cough cough cough..."

Just when Wu Fan walked to Meng Luoxi, he saw that there was no color on her face, and her whole body seemed to be frozen in an ice cellar, covered in ice and snow.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Wu Fan felt that Meng Luoxi's spiritual pressure was a little strange.

"Don't come here..."

Meng Luoxi wanted to stop Wu Fan from approaching her, but it was still too late.

Click!

A bone-chilling chill penetrated Wu Fan's body, and in less than a second, his body became so stiff that he could not move.

Seeing that he was about to turn into an ice sculpture, Wu Fan quickly activated the double golden rings in his body. The huge energy generated by the violent collision of spiritual pressure particles dissipated the cold air in his body. Instead of retreating, he moved forward, grabbed Meng Luoxi's arm and asked .

"What's going on with you?"

But at this time, Meng Luoxi had curled up into a ball, as if trying desperately to stay warm.

"No...it's okay. This is a side effect of my spiritual weapon. The cold will also affect me. I'll just rest for a while..." Meng Luoxi was so cold that she couldn't even speak clearly.

Wu Fan looked at her like a cub abandoned in the snow on a freezing day.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Wu Fan gritted his teeth, and the two rings in his body began to rotate violently.

Then he directly hugged Meng Luoxi who was curled up on the ground. The huge heat generated by the double golden rings in his body and the extreme coldness coming from Meng Luoxi's body directly made Wu Fan experience the feeling of two heavens of ice and fire. .

"Holy crap! It's smoking!"

Just when Wu Fan wanted to let go a little, he found that Meng Luoxi was hugging him tightly, trying to rub against him.

"Don't move!"

About 30 seconds passed, and the cold air on Meng Luoxi's body began to dissipate.

"How do you feel now?"

Wu Fan shook his body and asked. Meng Luoxi was like an octopus, entangled in him and unable to get rid of it.

"It's like a heater in winter, a hot water bottle under the quilt, or a warm baby attached to your underwear." Meng Luoxi said.

"Forehead..."

"I'm asking how you are now, not how you feel about me, girl."

Hearing Wu Fan's words, Meng Luoxi sighed, and then climbed up from Wu Fan's body with a look of reluctance.