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

After the national competition ended, it was already late December.

In a few days it will be Summer 9, when the sun will completely shine on the Tropic of Capricorn.

In China, which is located in the northern hemisphere, the north wind is blowing, and the temperature dropped by 20° overnight. People from all over the country put on cotton-padded clothes and trousers. Even Guangfu, which has been clamoring to only wear short-sleeved clothes in winter, also wore them this year. Long sleeves.

In the Imperial Capital, as in previous years, it snowed heavily like goose feathers.

When people wake up from bed and walk out of the room...well...actually they may not be able to get out of the room, or even get out of bed, they will see a beautiful scenery covered in silver.

In a certain dormitory, a boy carefully got down from the upper bunk, not wanting to wake up his seemingly sleeping roommate...

"Third brother, bring me some fried liver..."

"Third brother, I want a large portion of braised pork and green onion stuffed buns..."

"Ah San, I want egg burrito and soy milk fried dough sticks..."

.......

China Wuhan University, training room.

Wu Fan concentrated his spiritual pressure on his left fist, then bowed down, turned his body sideways, put his right hand in front of him and his left hand behind him. After clenching the fist with five fingers, his fist became slightly larger.

"Cun Jin..."

"Open the sky!"

Wu Fan shook the core of his abdomen hard, and exerted force on his shoulders, arms, and elbows at the same time. The place where his fist passed caused ripples in the space, as if he could tear open the space with just a trace of strength.

boom!

The moment the strength tester, which was only half a step away from Wu Fan, came into contact with its fist, the iron plate that could withstand a full blow from a C-level warrior was blown into pieces!

Bang!

The huge machine did not retreat or fly out, but was turned into scrap metal with just one punch!

"call..."

Wu Fan took a deep breath. Although it was only an entry-level A-level martial arts skill, it would take a huge amount of energy to exert his peak D-level spiritual power, and this was based on the fact that he had compressed his spiritual pressure by 5 times.

Low-level warriors cannot use high-level martial arts. On the one hand, the high-level martial arts are too powerful and the low-level warriors cannot suppress their strength and can easily injure themselves.

On the other hand, it is because advanced martial arts consume a huge amount of spiritual power. For example, "Cun Jin Kai Tian" requires 300,000 spiritual pressure to activate. An ordinary D-level peak martial artist only has 100,000 spiritual pressure, even if your spiritual power is full. You can't even drive today.

"I don't have time to practice the Heaven-cutting Finger and the Soul-Severing Palm at the moment. The pommel horse sword dance is more comprehensive."

Read more books than you can finish, and chew more than you can chew.

Wu Fan decided to only practice the two martial arts skills "Cun Jin Opens the Sky" and "Breaking Sky" for now.

Uh-huh!

A tattered long knife with many cracks appeared in Wu Fan's hand. The most immediate trouble facing Wu Fan at present was not the lack of time, nor the stuck spiritual core.

But...

"Can't you use spiritual weapons to fight for three months?"

...

Logistics building of Huaxia Wuhan University, credit and material exchange point.

"Huh? Look? Is that Wu Fan?"

"That's right! It's him!"

When Wu Fan walked into the building, both senior and junior students, staff and non-staff all turned their attention to him.

"Please...please ask...what...can you do?"

A staff member about 22 years old asked in a stuttering tone.

People who can work at Huaxia Wuhan University usually have to take a written test and interview. They have outstanding abilities. She is usually very capable in doing things and has the demeanor of a strong woman. But for some reason, when she saw Wu Fan, she felt a huge pressure. feel.

"I want to exchange for 300 A-grade alloy long knives."

Wu Fan didn't care about the other party's performance and just handed over his student card.

"good!"

The staff member hurriedly took Wu Fan's student card and swiped it on it.

"Settlement is complete, we will send someone to your dormitory later."

"Thanks."

After Wu Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"ah?"

Seeing Wu Fan turn around and leave, the staff member quickly shouted:

"Classmate Wu Fan, you haven't gotten your student card yet!"

After hearing the other party's shouting, Wu Fan said without looking back:

"I do not want it."

...

"Strongly demand that China Wuhan University hand over Wu Fan!"

“Firmly support Tianfu’s ruling on cross-border law enforcement!”

Outside the gate of Huaxia Wuhan University, hundreds of social figures with red scarves on their heads were holding banners and shouting. They are members of the Cult Victims Association. They are here today to put pressure on Huaxia Wuhan University to hand over Wu Fan.

Some of them had their homes destroyed by cults, and some had their relatives and children captured by cults.

In addition to the victims, there are also pure enthusiasts. Their families and hometowns have not been harmed by cults, but they have a strong sense of justice in their hearts and hate evil. As long as there is such injustice, they will always stand for justice. Fighting against the wind from the commanding heights.

"Ding..."

Someone rang the doorbell outside Wu Fan's villa, and he found it when he opened the door.

In addition to the staff who presented 300 A-grade alloy long knives, there was also Principal Zheng Qiang, and besides others, he was also carrying a very high-end alloy box.

"Principal, what are you doing?"

Wu Fan didn't understand why Principal Zheng came to visit him after he had already submitted his application for withdrawal from school.

"This is what we promised you."

After Zheng Qiang waited for the staff who delivered the long sword to leave, he put the high-end box in his hand on the table. After a while of complex password input, he finally verified it with Zheng Qiang's irises and spiritual pressure.

Uh-huh!

The box was opened, revealing a bright golden spiritual core inside!

"This is!"

The moment he saw the golden spiritual core, Wu Fan was stunned, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, because he really didn't expect that in this situation, they would really give up the promised golden spiritual core. The spiritual core was sent to him!

"It's not easy to apply for this spiritual core..."

"Huaxia Wuhan University, Imperial Wuhan University, National Defense University, Modu Wuhan University, Southwest Wuhan University..."

"Among the more than 300 Wuhan universities across the country, the presidents and vice-presidents of 178 Wuhan universities jointly wrote a letter of guarantee to you, and finally applied for this spiritual core."

"This spiritual core not only represents strength, but also represents responsibility. I hope you will not betray everyone's trust in the future."

Zheng Qiang took a deep look at Wu Fan, and then handed an envelope to Wu Fan.

"This is the withdrawal application you gave me. I have already approved it. The rest can only be left to you."

After saying that, Zheng Qiang tore open the space and disappeared instantly. It was rumored that he was the warrior closest to the critical super-A, but Wu Fan felt that maybe the other party had already entered the critical super-A realm.

After Zheng Qiang left, Wu Fan took out the letter in the envelope, then his pupils shrank and his eyes locked on the last row of the withdrawal application form.

I saw Zheng Qiang replying on it:

"disagree."