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

"Wu Fan, with 653 points, ranked 7th in the school."

Following Li Min's words, the whole class turned their heads and looked at Wu Fan.

"Score 653! Awesome!"

Several students exclaimed.

"Humph, so what if the score is high? He is just a scholar who only knows how to read. What we should be competing on now is martial arts practice." Chen Mingyang said from the side.

Originally, he scored more than 400 points in the test this time. In the previous base class, this score was already very high, but now compared with Wu Fan, he looks like a scumbag.

"That's right, he can't increase his spiritual pressure now, so he can only read books. If he can't even read books well, then don't live anymore."

Although there was a bit of commotion after the results of the cultural class came down, it had little impact on the class.

"Get ready, the real final test is about to take place. I don't want to not see any of you next semester."

...

A few days later, the warrior training room.

"Wu Fan, won't you come with us?"

Wu Lingxiao looked at Wu Fan who was sitting next to him and asked, today is the day of the warrior's final exam, and all the students in the class have gathered.

"I have something else to do, you should go first."

At this time, Wu Fan had his eyes closed and his whole body was shaking, as if he was doing some strenuous exercise.

"No matter how much you cram, it's useless. Let's go quickly. If you don't go, you'll be late." Other students urged. In their opinion, Wu Fan was making a last ditch effort.

Wait until these students leave.

"call..."

Wu Fan took a long breath, and then began to wait for the spiritual pressure to recover.

"Not even close."

...

Of course, the exam for warriors is not a test paper. Each class stood in two rows on the playground, with a huge iron block placed in the center of the playground in front of them.

The iron block is 3 meters high, with a large screen on its left and right sides.

In the stands far away from the playground, more than 20 big figures were watching. Among them were the principal Yan Gengyao, the president of the Warrior Hunters Union Lin Yan, and the mayor of Yangcheng.

"My name is Zhang Lei, and I am the examiner of this final exam."

A young teacher in a black suit said holding the roster.

"The items in this exam are very simple. Everyone has seen this black iron stone, right?"

"What you have to do is use spiritual weapons to attack this black iron stone without using martial arts."

"Your attacks will be converted into grades. A grade is excellent, B is good...D is passing, and E is failing."

"Each candidate has only two chances, and the one with the highest score will be the final score."

"Now come up from the parallel class for the exam."

"First!"

"Grade 1, Class 44, Wang Yan!"

Zhang Lei shouted to all the candidates. His spiritual pressure was very strong and his energy and blood were very strong. Even without a loudspeaker, he could be heard clearly by everyone in the playground.

"Come on! Wang Yan!"

"Give us Class 44 a voice!"

Amidst the cheers from everyone, Wang Yan walked up to Black Iron Stone and summoned a small dagger with a determined look on her face.

Concentrate, hold your breath, and mobilize all your spiritual pressure to stab the black iron stone!

"Qiang! Qiang!"

The dagger poked a string of sparks on the black iron stone!

"D! Pass!"

"D! Pass!"

The large screens on both sides gave scores at the same time.

Seeing this score, the girl named Wang Yan ran off the stage happily. For students in the parallel class, passing the test was already very good.

"Damn it, my spiritual pressure is a little lower than Wang Yan's. I don't know if I can pass..."

"It would be great if I could use martial arts. I also practiced Mangniu Boxing for a semester."

"Brother, you are pretty good, aren't you? The Mangniu Fist is relatively difficult among the F-level martial arts."

The final assessment is still going on, and the turnover of personnel is very fast.

"D! Pass!"

"C! Medium!"

"E! Fail!"

Most of the students in the parallel class received D-level evaluations, and a few received E-level and C-level evaluations.

Originally, everyone had no expectations for them, and many of them could not get into Wuhan University.

"Okay, next are the students from the key class."

The average level of students in key classes is around C, and a few can achieve B-level evaluation.

Next came the highlight, the final assessment of the students in the base class.

"Grade 1, Class 1, Chen Mingyang!"

As the first person from Class 1 to appear, Chen Mingyang took a deep breath.

He walked slowly to the black iron stone. At this time, the black iron stone, although it had been attacked by thousands of warriors, was still intact except for a few shallow scratches.

I saw spiritual pressure blooming all over his body, an iron fan appeared in his hand, and behind him, a purple halo appeared!

"F-level warrior!"

The whole audience was shocked. This was the first F-level warrior to appear today!

“And it’s also a purple star ring!”

"As expected of our Yangcheng genius, the first star ring is purple, his future achievements are limitless, he has the strength to challenge the imperial capital Wuhan University and China Wuhan University!"

Chen Mingyang's elegant figure appeared in front of Black Iron Stone in an instant, and the iron fan in his hand suddenly unfolded!

Uh-huh!

A fist-sized gap was directly cut out of the black iron stone!

"A+! Excellent!"

The whole audience was amazed again.

At this time, in the viewing gallery.

"Old Chen, your Chen Mingyang is very outstanding. He is restrained and calm in his manners." A leader in the stands said to another important person.

"No, no, your son is still outstanding."

This group of big shots in the stands are basically the parents of the students in the base class. The spiritual weapons are inherited by blood, and the parents themselves have strong strength. As long as their offspring are raised normally, they will also have strong strength. As long as this model does not happen in the world Drastic changes will be passed down from generation to generation.

"A+! Excellent!"

"A! Excellent!"

...

All the warriors in the base class are all F-level warriors, and the worst ones have yellow star rings activated by the spiritual cores of pure-blood monsters.

And this is simply releasing spiritual pressure and using spiritual weapons to attack. You must know that this group of students in the base class still holds a martial skill activated by the first star ring in their hands.

"Wu Fan! Where is Wu Fan!?"

Zhang Lei looked at the last person on the roster and shouted several times but no one answered.

"Could it be that you hid because you knew you were going to be embarrassed today?" someone from the key class next door said.

"It's definitely true. If you don't have that kind of strength, don't stay in the top class. You really can't figure out what your level is."

"If you ask me, Wu Fan is awesome enough to have the audacity to stay in the base class for a semester. If he had, I would have written a class change application on the first day."

Hearing the comments from others made a group of students in the base class feel uncomfortable.

"Hmph, this Wu Fan is really going to cause trouble for people." Chen Mingyang said angrily.

Just as he was complaining, a figure appeared in the distance. This person was Wu Fan.

Li Min on the side quickly said: "Where have you gone? Now the whole school teachers and students are waiting for you to go to the test quickly."

Wu Fan's breath was a little messy, and it looked like he was rushing over.

With everyone watching, he walked up to the black iron stone and summoned his long knife.

"This spiritual pressure is indeed as rumored. It's only 1,000 after one semester."

"Doesn't he deserve this? Who told him to offend our Brother Jie and Brother Chao?"

Wu Fan didn't pay attention to those voices, but calmed down his mind and slashed at the black iron stone in front of him!

"E! Fail!"

Seeing the scores on the big screen, the whole school burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! This loser is really going to make me laugh to death!" Major was laughing exaggeratedly, holding his stomach.

"No! I'm so angry!" Huang Zhichao was also laughing next to him.

Everyone thought Wu Fan could get a D or C, but unexpectedly he failed. This proves that although Wu Fan has high spiritual pressure, the spiritual energy in his body is loose and will break if touched!

"Let's leave, let's all leave." Some classes have already begun to leave and return to the classroom.

But at this moment, Wu Fan said: "Teacher, I still have a second chance."

"Come on, stop jumping around at your level. If you do it again, do you want to laugh me to death and inherit my Tomato membership?"

Zhang Lei looked at Wu Fan. Although he had an impatient expression on his face, he still said, "Then adjust your condition and try again."

After hearing Zhang Lei's words, Wu Fan walked up to Black Iron Stone and sat down directly on the spot.

"Wow, I want to see what else this person can do today." Some candidates who originally did not do very well in the exam today began to feel better after seeing Wu Fan, because at least they were not The most embarrassing one.

"Huh? Do you feel it? His aura seems to have changed?"

Someone suddenly felt something was wrong.

And just then.

Wu Fan's body suddenly burst out with a powerful momentum, which made the faces of the surrounding students change!

"He is obviously just a quasi-martial artist, how could he have such strong spiritual pressure!"

Just when everyone was stunned, Wu Fan suddenly clenched the long knife in his hand, and his figure flashed, instantly appearing in front of the huge black iron stone.

Twice the spiritual pressure in the body exploded instantly!

A sword energy visible to the naked eye collided with the black iron stone!

boom!

After the knife was passed, the entire playground was silent, except for a big picture displayed on the big screen...

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