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

"We are going to have discussions and exchanges, not to travel." Wu Fan said simply: "So there is no need for substitutes. We will only go with five people, and the others will stay in the school to practice."

"This... is not good. What if something unexpected happens?" After hearing Wu Fan's words, Professor He didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

"I originally wanted to go alone, but since it was the first game, I thought about it again, and finally decided to choose the four strongest people in the team to go to Chang'an Wuhan University with me." Wu Fan glanced around at everyone. , called the names of four people.

"Zhang Zhibai, Guan Yuan, Wang Ye, and..."

Just when he read the last name, his eyes rested on Fang Tianxun.

"Fang Tianxun!"

Fang Tianxun was a little surprised when his name was read out. He spread his hands and felt a little surprised.

"My personal judgment is subjective. If you think you are better than the four selected students, you can definitely challenge that person." As soon as Wu Fan finished speaking, the remaining students who were not selected turned their attention to Fang Tianxun. .

"Damn! Did you make a mistake?"

Fang Tianxun only felt that Wu Fan was trying to bring hatred to him, but what made him even more angry was that everyone was looking at him. At that moment, he stood up and shouted:

"Why are you all looking at me? Looking for a beating, right? Do you think I'm a soft persimmon and want to pinch me?"

"Fuck! Who is afraid of whom!?"

"Yelling is a sign of guilty conscience. Your current behavior fully demonstrates that you have a serious lack of confidence." Bi Yang, who has long hair and a few strands of gray hair, took the lead to stand up. He has always been very low-key. , I usually don’t like to steal the limelight, so my presence is very weak.

But there are a lot of training resources to get in the exchange competition. No matter how low-key you usually are, you still have to fight when it's time to fight, otherwise it will look like you are stupid.

Needless to say, Zhang Zhibai and the other three were not mentioned. Bi Yang considered himself no match, but why could Fang Tianxun be selected?

Then the two came to the battle room.

"Everyone has only one chance to challenge. Are you sure you want to challenge Fang Tianxun?" Wu Fan said to Bi Yang.

"I'm sure and sure."

"Hey, you're even playing a jingle. Let's see if I don't knock your mouth out!"

Fang Tianxun's ability to talk trash rivaled that of Wu Fan. Although the two of them hadn't started fighting yet, the smell of gunpowder was already rising.

"Hmph! It's not certain who slaps whom!"

Bi Yang summoned two curved short blades in his hands, and with a movement of his figure, he quickly killed towards Fang Tian like a ghost.

"Um!?"

Fang Tianxun was a little surprised by Bi Yang's speed. His dynamic vision almost failed to capture Bi Yang's movement trajectory, so he could only rely on his senses to block.

Clang!

Hiss!

Two voices sounded. Bi Yang's left blade was blocked by Fang Tianxun's spear, but his right blade struck Fang Tianxun's body-protecting spiritual pressure and tore a hole.

"Soul-fixing gun!"

Fang Tianxun's spiritual pressure exploded, and more than a dozen gun shadows shot out from the spear in his hand, instantly filling the space of nearly 7 or 8 meters in front of Bi Yang.

Bang bang bang!

The two exchanged more than 20 moves in the blink of an eye. They could only hear the sounds of various weapons clashing and body-protecting spiritual pressure blocking. This was how the fight between two intermediate warriors of similar strength was. It was extremely fierce and at the same time, temporarily helpless. Can't reach each other.

Bi Yang's eyes were indifferent. He spliced ​​the double blades together and jumped in the air. Then he threw his own double blades in the air. The spliced ​​double blades began to rotate violently in the air.

"Royal Order: Seize!"

Buzz!

The double blades buzzed, and the spiral double blades, which were originally only 1 meter in diameter, glowed with red light, and terrifying energy blades stretched out around them, killing Fang Tian quickly like spiral shurikens.

"Fuck!"

Fang Tianxun was shocked and quickly raised his gun to resist.

Sizzle!

The moment the tip of the gun touched the double blades, a large number of sparks flew out, causing the surrounding air to suddenly rise several degrees, and the sharp and harsh sound even exceeded 120 decibels!

"drink!"

When Fang Tianxun resisted the double spiral blades with all his strength, Bi Yang actually used ghostly movement to sneak behind Fang Tianxun again.

"Martial skills! Broken Jade Palm!"

Bi Yang put the five fingers of his right hand together, using the little finger as the blade and the other fingers side by side as the blade. With a terrifying spiritual pressure rising, he struck Fang Tianxun on the shoulder with a palm!

"I'll go! So cruel!"

Ling Xiaolu, who was watching, couldn't help but exclaimed. This was just a sparring session, but if it was a life and death battle, Bi Yang would definitely hit the enemy's temple diagonally!

Seeing that Fang Tianxun was about to be defeated by Bi Yang, at this moment, Fang Tianxun suddenly burst out with an astonishing spiritual pressure. The double blades that were still spinning violently were swung away by the spear. Fang Tianxun, who had broken the double blades, turned back. One punch, and a blow with Bi Yang's hand knife!

Click!

Bi Yang's arm made a clear sound of bone cracking. Fang Tianxun broke half of his arm with one punch and also shattered his protective spiritual pressure. Finally, he punched him hard in the chest with a fierce punch. On the lute bone.

Bang!

Bi Yang's body flew out upside down, flew 5 or 6 meters in the air and then landed on the ground. Bi Yang twisted his waist to get up, and finally took 7 or 8 steps back before stopping.

"What Fang Tianxun did just now..."

"I feel like I have 4 times the spiritual pressure!?" Not only was Bi Yang knocked over, but also everyone else watching the battle was shocked.

"Fang Tian wins quickly!"

Because it was a qualification challenge, there was no need to fight to the death, so Wu Fan announced the result in time.

"Pooh!"

Bi Yang spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and his right arm hung down as weakly as a noodle. This kind of comminuted fracture injury will only be cured after the National Day.

"Fang Tianxun, you kid secretly compressed your spiritual pressure 4 times?" Ling Xiaolu asked curiously, otherwise he would not have been able to beat Bi Yang like this with one punch.

In front of everyone, Fang Tianxun also knew that he could no longer hide it, so he simply explained directly: "This is not 4 times the spiritual pressure, but 4 times the critical hit."

"My natural martial skill is called [Dark Critical Strike]. Once I use this martial skill, my attack will fluctuate between 0.4 and 4 times. To be honest, I was surprised to be able to hit 4 times the critical strike, because I usually Floating between 0.5 and 2.”

Being able to tell everyone about his own martial arts skills, Fang Tianxun can regard everyone as one of his own.

"It's a critical hit rather than multiple times of spiritual pressure. In this case..." Luo Hou reacted quickly, and he quickly realized the horror of Fang Tianxun's natal martial arts.

"If it's 2 times the spiritual pressure plus 4 times the critical hit...

"Isn't it possible to deal 8 times the damage!?"

After hearing Luo Hou's words, everyone also looked at Fang Tianxun again. They didn't expect that the spiritual pressure level of the team was the lowest in the team, and his true strength was so powerful!