"Be careful!" the female student shouted, and a tiger sprang out, knocking Yang Ziwu away. Yang Ziwu hurriedly felt as if he had been hit by a car, his chest hurt, but at the same time, the medicinal effect of the buds was still there, and the injury was quickly treated.
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The battlefield was ever-changing, and Yang Ziwu was knocked away before he had a chance to speak.
"Little brother, go and rest in the back. How did you, a first-level martial artist, get in?" the female student just said, slicing the tiger's throat with a shot.
Yang Ziwu gritted his teeth, stood up, and said in a deep voice, "Give me a weapon!"
"Can you use a gun?" The young man just asked, and Yang Ziwu nodded.
A standard long gun was thrown over and Yang Ziwu caught it. Yang Ziwu didn't know how to use a gun. He even thought it was a hot weapon gun!
But it’s okay, anyone can make a few strokes if they have something in their hand.
Yang Ziwu stepped forward again, relying entirely on his natural divine power to fight.
"Little brother, where are you from? How did you get in?" the man asked with a smile.
"Student of Wujiang University! But I haven't enrolled yet!" Yang Ziwu answered a question selectively.
Both of them were stunned for a moment, and they all put away their jokes. After a while, the man's eyes looked pitiful and said, "In my Wujiang University, even the students who have not yet entered the school have come to join the war?"
Then the man gritted his teeth and said, "Students of Wujiang University, take a look. This first-level martial artist is a student of my Wujiang University who has not yet entered Wujiang University! If anyone lets him die today, the people of Wujiang University are not dead yet.
I'll kill you when you get back!"
"Yes!" There were low shouts from all around.
Yang Ziwu said helplessly, "You don't have to do this!"
"You are Yang Ziwu, right?" the female student asked.
"Am I so famous?" Yang Ziwu asked unexpectedly.
"Hahaha, I heard my grandpa talk about you, saying that you are a genius who was found with great difficulty! I can't let you die!"
"You are..." Yang Ziwu's eyes lit up.
"Principal Yu is our grandfather, and that young man is my brother!" the woman said.
"Ah, nephew and niece!" Yang Ziwu nodded.
The two of them were stunned at the same time, and almost got jumped by the demon clan. The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, he wanted to take back what he just said, and now he wanted to kill this guy first.
"What? Hahahahaha, heroes think alike!" Another young man spoke a little far away from Yang Ziwu.
Yang Ziwu saw that this young man was very handsome and had bright eyes, but these eyes were in deep sockets. This was a rather contradictory appearance.
But the most surprising thing was the murderous aura on the young man's body. The murderous aura was so strong that his body was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or the demon clan's.
He was the person with the most murderous intent on their battlefield.
"That guy is also grandpa's apprentice. He is your senior brother. His name is She Jun!"
"Hello, senior brother!" Yang Ziwu greeted politely.
The young man laughed loudly, "Okay, okay! If I can get out alive, I will protect you from now on!"
"It's best not to get too close to him! You'll die!" said the young man who gave him the spear.
Yang Ziwu didn't speak. He had no time to speak. A pig, wild boar, third grade appeared in front of him!
Yang Ziwu can't beat him!
No matter how much you hold a spear or rely on your natural power, you can't break through the thick leather armor of the wild boar!
The next moment, the wild boar rushed up and shook its head, sending Yang Ziwu flying into the air.
Yang Ziwu turned around in the air, held the middle end of the gun with one hand, and pulled it behind him, so that the tip of the gun was at eye level.
When Yang Ziwu disappeared, the wild boar raised its head and exposed its tusks.
"Yang Ziwu!" the woman shouted, but there was no time to rescue her.
Yang Ziwu fell straight down and made no movement.
Poof! The fangs pierced Yang Ziwu's abdomen. The wild boar opened its mouth and wanted to eat Yang Ziwu. At this moment, Yang Ziwu, who had not moved, stabbed hard, then pushed himself to the ground, pulled out his body, and hung the golden hook upside down.
Like a kick to the end of a gun.
Regardless of his injuries, Yang Ziwu stepped forward, pulled out his spear, and stabbed, pulled out, and stabbed!
Three shots disintegrate the wild boar from the inside and kill it!
Even at this time, others were still a little dumbfounded, so they exchanged injuries for death?
This is not unusual among martial artists, and is even commonplace, but as a person who has just graduated from high school and has just become a martial artist, where did you get this determination?
The woman didn't know what to say, and finally murmured, "Maybe this guy can really play with She Jun!"
The man also snorted, "Grandpa, why do you always teach guys like this who are not afraid of death?"
"Get behind me and rest!" the man yelled.
After he finished yelling, he looked and saw that Yang Ziwu was gone! The man’s eyes widened, and when he looked again, he was already at the end of the injured side!
The man let out a sigh of relief, this guy...
The battle did not last long. After Yang Ziwu arrived at the battlefield, it lasted for another week before the demon tribe retreated.
This week is not an ordinary week, their low quality is okay, they are injured, come back and take it easy, then fight again!
Those high-ranking people would come back if they were injured, but they all came in shifts, one by one. There was no way, there were not enough people, and they had to be injured. Those people who fought at the top never came back even once.
But Yang Ziwu also saw that the human race was invincible! Yang Ziwu didn't know what level those masters were, but no matter what level they were, even Yang Ziwu and the others were the same. Don't even think about fighting with me at the same level!
If you fight against my fellow warriors, humans will definitely gain the upper hand, and some will be stronger and even kill their opponents.
The low-level stage is especially obvious. For Yang Ziwu, if he can fight at the first level, five or six will be no problem.
But the high-grade ones are not good, the demons are okay, and the pure demons are probably even.
This week, Yang Ziwu watched everyone die, everyone get injured, and no one left!
Can't leave either!
Yu Tong and Yu Huayang are the granddaughter and grandson of the principal.
Yu Tong told Yang Ziwu that during the first contact battle in the Demon Realm, he was not allowed to leave! Unless there were special circumstances, but for so many years, he had heard of people leaving.
If you leave, you will be treated as a monster. If you go out, you may be killed with one hit!
A week later, the fighting subsided, and each of the high-quality warriors fell down. They were not relaxed either, and all had injuries on their bodies.
Gao Pin and the military department will continue to sit in battle, so Yang Ziwu and others can leave.
Yang Ziwu was carried out by Yu Huayang and She Jun. Yang Ziwu found that no one else was sad, and some people were making fun of him.
It is incredible to say that a first-grade martial artist survived, but Yang Ziwu himself knew that Yu Huayang's words were not a joke.
There really is a senior who didn’t even know his name and died trying to save him! Not even one!
No matter how hard-hearted Yang Ziwu is, he can't laugh at this moment.