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

I saw Wu Fan's whole body being wrapped in the strong wind, and the surrounding spiritual pressure particles formed sharp wind blades, flying out at an extremely fast speed of 1080° without any blind spots.

"Martial Arts! Blade Storm!"

Bang!

Zhang Yifan's protective spiritual pressure instantly showed more than 10 gaps, and then the gap nearly doubled in the next second.

In less than 3 seconds, the shield of the only person on the field who still had protective spiritual pressure was shattered!

"Pfft!"

This is the sound of the wind blade cutting into flesh and blood. Wu Fan is the center of the tornado. The closer people are to him, the greater the damage they will receive.

"Hold on!"

But not long after Tian Hua said these words, the Achilles tendon of his thigh was severed, and then dozens of bone-deep incisions appeared on his wrists, neck, thighs, and body.

Wu Fan suppressed the four of them and made them unable to move. He even made a large circular pit 2 meters deep in the ground!

The strong wind swept the gravel and kept hitting the energy protective shield, making a banging sound.

And every time they heard the sound of gravel, the thousands of spectators in the arena were heartbroken. It only took less than half an hour for them to go from waving flags and shouting at the beginning to dying down now.

"This Wu Fan... is really too strong..."

"Is this the strength of the number one in China Wuhan University? With this kind of strength, even if I get 100, I will give them away..."

"It's so abnormal. I'm afraid it can already be compared with the geniuses of the Imperial Armed Family and the Martial Arts Holy Land, right?"

The situation in the field was tense for a moment, but the anxiety lasted for less than 10 seconds. The spiritual pressure in Wu Fan's body seemed to be much thicker than theirs.

"You actually have 4 times the spiritual pressure!?" Zhang Yifan and others finally figured out Wu Fan's strength and why he had such powerful spiritual pressure!

"No! I can't hold on anymore!" Yan Junyu only felt his body light up, and then he was carried into the air by the terrifying wind blade tornado. His body began to rotate rapidly with the wind blade, followed closely by Li Lanzhou, Tian Hua, Zhang Yifan.

The bodies of the four people were spinning wildly in the air at a linear speed of 50 meters per second, and hundreds of wounds were cut on their combat uniforms and skin.

After a few seconds, the strong wind stopped, and the four people fell feebly around like broken cotton wool. Wu Fan's wind knife was like a drum washing machine. Not to mention the ubiquitous wind blades, this violent rotation pushed Zhang Yifan away. Everyone's brains will be shaken evenly.

"call..."

Wu Fan stood there and took a deep breath, slowly stabilizing the spiritual pressure in his body. This battle was still relatively difficult without actually using the golden star ring.

"Referee, are you here?"

Wu Fan looked up and saw that all the contestants from Chang'an Wuhan University had fallen to the ground. There was no movement on the battlefield except for the remaining strong wind that was still howling.

I saw the wind blowing Wu Fan's hair, he showed a handsome back, and then said to the camera in a profound tone:

"The wind is very noisy today..."

After Wu Fan's reminder, the referee came back to his senses. He quickly checked the situation of several people from Chang'an Wuhan University, and then shouted to the audience with a rich voice.

"Wu Fansheng from China Wuhan University!"

At this moment, Chang'an Wuhan University was quiet, as if it had turned into a library.

But after a while, someone started to applaud. Although the applause was not very enthusiastic, it also reminded the audience present, and then the whole audience burst into applause.

"It's unbelievable that Zhang Yifan, Tian Hua, and Yan Junyu could lose so miserably..."

"Yes, they are the most powerful freshmen at our Chang'an Wuhan University. Five of them can't beat any of them together. What should we do in this year's national freshmen competition?"

"We won't be able to enter the top 32 today, right? Are we going to become the most shameful top university?"

There are 39 top Wuhan universities in the country, and every year students from major universities regard the seven Wuhan universities that did not make the top 32 as the most shameful Wuhan universities.

And students from these seven Wuhan universities will be ridden on the neck by other top 32 Wuhan university students online. If they dare to talk back, they will be beaten like crazy. It can't be summed up in one word.

Therefore, not only is the battle at the top of Tianwang Mountain where China Wuhan University and Imperial Wuhan University compete for the championship every year, but also the battle at the foot of Tianwang Mountain where they can enter the top 32 is also very interesting. Some colleges and universities that are stuck on the edge of the top 32 compete every year. It was extremely tragic, the kind of tragedy that a warrior's physique would not be able to leave the hospital bed for a month.

"Congratulations..."

Han Pengjie, director of the Academic Affairs Office of Chang'an Wuhan University, said with a reluctant expression, "Chang'an Wuhan University was a disastrous defeat this time. Not to mention the loss of some training resources, just this five-on-one loss will probably be laughed at for several years."

"Narrow victory, narrow victory." Professor He's face was almost crooked with a smile. People from other schools had only watched videos and analyzed Wu Fan's strength, but he had seen it with his own eyes. He was very confident in Wu Fan. We almost lost everything at Nandaemun that time, but it's okay this time, isn't it?

"Life is always full of ups and downs, just get used to it." Professor He patted Director Han on the shoulder and said.

"Well, there are still a lot of troubles with the international students." Wu Fan won the competition, and according to the agreement, the matter of the international students was left to Chang'an Wuhan University to deal with the aftermath.

"Brother, I have a piece of advice for you." Professor He said with a rare serious expression: "We Chinese people should be tougher in our work. Do you understand?"

After the exchange match, Wu Fan received simple treatment at the hospital. He went there in the morning and was discharged in the morning. Zhang Yifan and others were still soaking in the medical jar.

"Brother Fan, you are too fierce. If this continues, I feel like I will be left far behind by you." Guan Yuan said in a joking tone, but this was indeed his sincerity.

"Maybe before the National Freshman Competition, Wu Fan's spiritual pressure will surpass mine."

Wu Fan's strength improved so fast that Zhang Zhibai felt that it was difficult for him to catch up. And it all started when Wu Fan successfully defended the South Gate and then took 30% of the credits of all freshmen. Speaking of.

"It doesn't matter how low your cultivation talent is? As long as you have a large amount of resources, even a waste can become a genius, not to mention that Wu Fan is still the hardest working one..."

Zhang Zhibai sighed inwardly. He felt that Wu Fan had broken away from the constraints of talent at the martial arts college level and began to use his own advantages to snowball.

...

Chang'an West Railway Station, a dedicated waiting room for warriors.

"Brother Wu Fan, can you give me your contact information?"

Wang Yaxin said to Wu Fan in a shy tone. As a member of the student union, she and the teachers were here to see off several people from Huaxia Wuhan University.

Looking at the other person's expectant eyes, Wu Fan said: "..."