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

"The captain of the Hidden Dragon Squad is an E-level warrior?"

"Only level twenty-seven?"

The freshmen in the audience were surprised after hearing Wu Fan's self-introduction.

"If you can be a captain with this level of strength, then I can too!" A freshman from the Combat Academy shouted in the audience.

Each Wuhan University is a comprehensive university with many colleges. Among them, the combat academy is the best at fighting. Among the freshmen entering the combat academy of Huaxia Wuhan University this year, 60% are E-level warriors.

Although they did not participate in independent enrollment or become special enrollment, their strength is beyond doubt, otherwise Huaxia Wuhan University would not be worthy of becoming the top university.

"If I had known that Qianlong Class was so easy to get into, I shouldn't have gone to the Imperial Martial Arts University to take the independent admissions exam. As a result, I was rejected by a group of perverts." The speaker was a strong boy with an undisguised radiance. He released the spiritual pressure of the E-level warrior and looked at Wu Fan with an aggressive gaze.

From his words, we can know that many of these students who participated in the national martial arts college entrance examination have participated in the independent admission examinations of major martial arts schools.

Just when most people in the audience were pointing at Wu Fan, Wu Fan suddenly said:

"You guys are so good at talking, is the spiritual weapon a mouth, and then rely on the mouth to escape and defeat the opponent?"

Just this sentence aroused the anger of everyone in the audience.

"So arrogant? See if I don't break through the south gate today!?"

"Brothers and sisters, please take other paths, and leave the south gate to me!"

Seeing the angry scene, Wu Fan remained calm, but the faces of the team members behind him had masks of pain on their faces.

"Damn it, the vice-principal just wants to stir up hatred for us, Brother Fan, you are just adding fuel to the fire!"

"Besides, our team doesn't have enough manpower, and there are two injured. How can we not be beaten into pig heads?" Ling Xiaolu looked at the thousands of fighting freshmen in the audience with a bitter expression.

"Brother Lu, don't be anxious." Zhang Heng said calmly.

Ling Xiaolu thought he had some clever plan, but he only heard Zhang Heng say: "In the worst case, give up resistance and just lie down and let the grass fall."

Ling Xiaolu: "..."

After introducing themselves, the four teams of Qianlong Class, led by their respective captains, went to the gates they were guarding.

The south gate, the main entrance of Huaxia Wuhan University, is currently blocked by a light blue barrier.

Wu Fan, Zhang Zhibai, Bi Yang, Luo Hou, Ling Xiaolu, Zhang Heng, and Fang Tianxun, seven people stood at the huge gate.

"Boy, you are so brave."

Next to them, several senior professors from China Wuhan University were standing next to the south gate.

They are safety officers, and their mission is to save people at critical moments and prevent lives from taking exams at the beginning of the school year. Among this group of security officers, one of them was Professor He, a bald man whom Wu Fan was very familiar with.

"Let me tell you, if you can't hold on, don't insist on it. Although the credits are very tempting, smart people must know the choice." Professor He said seriously.

"Um."

Wu Fan only replied with a simple word "yes", then sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

When Professor He walked back to the other professors, one professor asked: "How much is the bet this time?"

Professor He touched his hair, and then said confidently: "I'll bet for half an hour on three high-grade spiritual stones."

"Oh, so long? I think it will take less than 10 minutes. I'll bet two."

"10 minutes is too little. Although Wu Fan is at a low level, his recovery ability is very strong. As long as he is not charged to death and surrounded, he can still get 20 minutes just by pulling. Besides, Zhang Zhibai is also very strong. I bet D-level martial arts."

Several professors started placing bets on an APP called [leeks].

Like the other three gates, although the option is to bet on how long it will take before the gate is breached, there is also a guess on how many people can be blocked.

But the situation is different when it comes to the south gate. The only options are to guess how long Wu Fan and the others can last.

While everyone was waiting, the freshmen had already chosen the school gate to attack and started taking action.

East gate, Xu Fengshuang's team.

"That guy Wu Fan is going to overturn this time." When Xu Fengshuang thought that Wu Fan was about to be beaten into a pig's head by the freshmen, a smile appeared on Xu Fengshuang's cold and pretty face.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?" one of the team members asked curiously.

"I'm laughing at some people who don't know their own abilities, hehehe..."

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the distance.

Xu Fengshuang's slightly smiling expression immediately faded away, her spiritual pressure floated all over her body, and she instantly entered a fighting state. The other team members also stood in their positions, mentally prepared for a tough battle.

A minute later, more than 50 people appeared in front of them.

"Are you the vanguard, here to lead the charge?" Xu Shiyi, as the deputy captain of Xu Fengshuang's team, still has some say.

After hearing Xu Shiyi's words, the more than 50 people looked around, and one of them said: "We are the only ones coming to the east gate."

"What!?"

The members of Xu Fengshuang's team, including Xu Fengshuang, were all surprised because there were more than 5,000 freshmen this year. Even if they were evenly distributed, they should have more than 1,000 talents here, but now there are only more than 50 here...

The same situation also happened at the west gate and north gate.

Wenren Youyue and Luo Xianhe faced less than 150 new students in total, so now the problem arises.

Where did the remaining thousands of freshmen go?

...

Huaxia Wuhan University, South Gate.

Boom!

The weather that was originally clear and clear was suddenly obscured by a cloud, and a thunder exploded from the sky.

"Fanfanfanfan...Brother Fan!?"

"Look!"

Ling Xiaolu quickly approached Wu Fan, who was resting with his eyes closed, shook his shoulders crazily, and pointed his finger in the distance.

Da da da...

Thousands of young warriors with strong spiritual pressure were slowly walking towards the gate.

call!

The wind blew the dust and smoke on the ground, and everyone's clothes rolled around, creating a solemn atmosphere before the war, and also added a desolate background to Wu Fan's team.

Click!

Several junior seniors were floating in the air further away. They were cadres of the student union. They came here to take photos of the entrance exam and post them on the school news.

At first, a few people still had the mentality of watching a show, because watching a group of low-level warriors fight would not be helpful to their martial arts practice.

But it was different now. Looking at the vast crowd and the few lonely people guarding the south gate, they took their place for a moment.

"The most desperate entrance examination incident in the history of Huaxia Wuhan University is about to happen." They took pictures while thinking about the title of this school magazine.

Thousands of freshmen were walking in scattered directions. There were about a hundred people in the first row, and behind them were heads that could not be seen clearly.

When they were still a hundred meters away from the gate, a leading E-class warrior said:

"There are only a few of you, why don't you just go ahead and vote..."

But he hasn't finished speaking yet...