Male Succubus Apocalypse

Talent is the wings that hard work adds, but the "insight" and "spirituality" praised by the world are the key to determining how high you can soar.

It seems mysterious, coincidence? Occasion? Accidental acquisition?

Those who cannot understand are helpless because they cannot see clearly. Those who see flowers in the fog fantasize that they will be able to be like them one day and think that the only difference between them and others is luck.

As the saying goes, "If you bury your head in pulling the cart without looking at the road, you will never understand the endless ocean of learning." We should be the person who drives the cart, not the horse that pulls the cart.

The horseman thinks about how to make decisions every day, while the horses just run every day. Of course, the horses don't understand why the horseman pulls the rope. They avoid obstacles and think that the road ahead is always unobstructed.

But once you realize the truth, all your worries will disappear.

Profound thoughts are a world where birds can fly freely.

It's not because he had an epiphany that you can't see the world as he saw it, but because you can't see the world as he saw it, you can't have an epiphany like him.

Thoughts are a mixture of memories, feelings, experiences, emotions, and a person's inherent potential character. The ultimate result is a way of understanding the world that cannot be replicated.

It is not a concept or view on things in a narrow sense, but an instinct obtained after knowledge and action are gradually integrated. Even if the views are the same, the reaction paths will be different.

This is something that cannot be visualized in front of your eyes.

So Julian longed to find a new world that had yet to be enlightened. He himself might not have the ability to break through the bottleneck, but if he could find a good apprentice.

By borrowing his help, you may get a chance to learn something new, and even get the title of a "famous teacher". Copying others' ideas? So what? Every inch you gain is an inch you gain.

……

The jackal boy was sparring with someone. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at his confidant in front of him who was panting. He walked to his side and wanted to say something, but could only breathe out.

"Which one are you?" asked the "Jackal".

The man held his knees, held up five fingers with trembling hands.

"The fifth one? Is that stupid cat-man made of iron?" The "Jackal" frowned, gave the man in front of him a look, and walked towards the empty space in the distance that they had deliberately separated...

"breathe--"

In the open space, Xu Heng was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. At first, he didn't quite understand why the owl said the word "breathe" to him, but now he has some understanding.

Too tired!

Stop and then quickly burst out, then stop again, over and over again, with no fixed rhythm. It also requires high concentration. In addition, the cold weather puts a certain amount of pressure on the lungs. Sword practice is purely a mental and physical torture.

If you don't keep your mind steady and maintain a certain breathing rhythm, it's easy to get exhausted.

However, this is only one aspect of breathing…

"Here it comes." Xu Heng saw that the small animal that was originally going to continue to take turns to fight with him was gone, and was replaced by the jackal with a hypocritical smile. He knew that the big one was coming.

"Student Xu Heng, I saw that you defeated five people in a row. Can you fight with me? You are very tired now, so let's just have a fight." The jackal boy walked up to Xu Heng with a bright smile on his face, holding a wooden sword, and said amiably.

You really care about me. You see I'm tired so you go ahead, right? You are such a coward! You canines are always cowardly!

The jackal looked at Xu Heng, who was too tired to sleep but nodded stubbornly. Psychologically, his shock at him overwhelmed his hunting instinct of "killing him while he's sick."

He didn't understand how those hands covered in wounds, scratches, and blood, and a body covered in scars, some of which had cuts on the skin and were still bleeding, could still stand in front of him.

What is even more incomprehensible is how he could defeat five people with his physical strength alone? According to the original plan, two people would be enough to make him collapse due to serious injuries or overwork.

The outrageous thing was that what made him feel disgusted about Xu Heng was that he had never defeated anyone else even once. He was just taking the beatings, and his defense became better and better, and he was almost turning into a perfect sandbag.

Even if there was an attack, Xu Heng would just retreat for a moment.

As a warrior, can't you attack? Then what are you doing here? You should just go back to where you came from!

Tianmen Academy is such a place. If you are weak, it is your original sin, but the cost of targeting others will also be very high, because everyone is a genius, and there are many cases of "30 years in the east, 30 years in the west".

However, in their eyes, Xu Heng was just a waste, a bastard who cut in line to grab a place, someone who shouldn't be in Tianmen Academy. Even if he had a background, who could come to Tianmen Academy? Didn't he have both talent and background?

They wanted to make Xu Heng understand that he didn't belong here.

Ugly queue-jumping, ugly fighting style, and now ugly posture, let me defeat you completely!

In the eyes of the jackal, Xu Heng was just a piece of fish on the chopping board, and this piece of fish was very smelly. He didn't want to eat it at first, but the fact that the previous few people didn't finish it aroused his interest a little.

Just like his soul, he likes to attack those who are tough. He wants to erode the opponent's willpower bit by bit through constant harassment and torture until he completely defeats a person mentally.

The sense of conquest brought about by this process is much sweeter to the vicious jackal than directly defeating others.

He has always treated other people in the class in this way, otherwise, he would not have his current "status".

Care? Who would care? Instead, they would praise him, because this is also a style, a way of fighting, a positive way of being slick and insidious. Warriors, in Tianmen Academy, only need to care about fighting, and no one has any other obligation to care what you think.

The strength of the other world is too obvious. On the surface, as long as you are strong enough, no one can do anything about it. It is laid naked in front of people.

Such as Vivian and Julie.

A sense of morality becomes a very personal thing and cannot be restrained by the group. You can only hope that among the strong ones, there are fewer cruel bad guys.

However, the reality is often that by the time you discover that he is a bad guy, he is already very strong. On the contrary, by the time you know that he is a good guy, he has already become an epic.

It is ridiculous to ask a person to be righteous after experiencing the law of the jungle. No one would expect a lion to show mercy. People who have such demands are also selfish, because they ask others to do so because they actually have something to ask for, but they are wearing the cloak of morality.

Standing still, the jackal smiled, waiting for Xu Heng to assume the middle stance that had almost become his muscle memory.

This time, it attracted the secret attention of other people around. Originally, they thought it would be another boring jackal hunting drama like before.

But it seems that this time, something is different.

Lin Kewei was in a corner, secretly laughing at the others who were gradually beginning to realize that something was wrong. From the moment Xu Heng was surrounded, he knew that a new trap had been set.

Everyone was hitting Xu Heng's shell just like he did at the beginning. Lin Kewei knew how hard the shell was, but seeing it now, his understanding was refreshed again.

Why do you dare to insert a relative into the team at this critical moment? Don’t you think about it carefully?

If it is not a perverted species, would it be put into a den of snakes and scorpions?

"click"

what?

The swords crossed, and they rushed out, getting closer. The wooden sword directly made a small wound on Xu Heng's chest, and the blood immediately stained the wooden sword.

The jackal didn't expect this. He took it a little seriously, wanting to see if Xu Heng could hold on for so long and find out what kind of weakness he could possibly have. Unexpectedly, he hit him directly with one blow.

Xu Heng was completely powerless to fight back.

"Oops! I'm sorry! Classmate Xu Heng, my hands were hot from the fight with others just now, and I didn't control my strength for a moment!" The jackal dropped his sword in panic and wanted to go up to Xu Heng to check his wound, but Xu Heng stepped back and raised his hand to stop him.

"Continue!" Xu Heng squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, wiped it on his chest, and uttered two words without a trace of emotion on his face.

The steam rising from his body mixed with his breath, making him surrounded by mist.

Disgusting! Do you think you are cool for being so persistent? Fine, fine, you asked for it!

After testing Xu Heng, the jackal found that he was as weak as a chicken, and regretted practicing with him - his time was also precious!

Defeating such an opponent, even cruelly and completely destroying him, would not give a sense of accomplishment. He likes to torture people, but that doesn't mean he likes to torture everyone. Xu Heng is a worthless opponent.

I went up to you and asked about your well-being, then said that I hurt you and we should not fight anymore. I gave you a way out so that everyone can back down. But you, a weakling, rejected me and said "continue?"

This time, the jackal, the planner of the hunt, was provoked.

"Okay, then let's continue." The jackal put away his smile, picked up the wooden sword, and began to confront Xu Heng again.

Draw the sword, feint, come back.

Xu Heng raised his hand to block, but was tricked and his lower attack was empty. The jackal did not choose to pursue, but retracted the sword, giving Xu Heng a chance to react, and then performed a fake move.

insult.

That’s right, it’s an insult and a way to tease the dog.

Aren't you willing to stand up? Then I'll play with you!

"Xu Heng! Stop! There's no point in doing this! What are you doing? You had a chance to fight back, but you didn't do anything! You wouldn't fall into this deep if you knocked one down!" Julie was anxious. She didn't understand what Xu Heng was doing. "Are you a child? Are you showing the quality of perseverance leading to victory? Stop!"

Xu Heng kept saying that he didn't like fighting, and he seemed to be afraid of pain, and he didn't know how to fight. At first, he was constantly treated like a dish and abused.

Julie thought that he was just using his physical fitness to practice new techniques. After all, he still had the domain. Xu Heng probably had other ways to salvage the situation of being attacked by so many people.

But something was wrong. Xu Heng was always being beaten. There were even many times when he fought back but not completely, as if he was deliberately letting the opponent win.

Even a magician like Julie who couldn't understand swordsmanship could see that Xu Heng was obviously letting the opponent win.

She couldn't figure out why, and Xu Heng stopped talking. She didn't know when it started, and he didn't respond to her at all.

He was cold and had been getting scars all over his body. He didn't resist, like a dead person.

It made Julie feel helpless, and she felt indescribable pain in her heart.

"Xu Heng! Speak to me! Speak! What's wrong with you?" This time it was not the kind of anxiousness that was usually expressed out of joking, but it really irritated Julie.

"Shh, I'm being beaten, why are you screaming? Don't make a noise, just watch."

Xu Heng replied in disbelief, and then there was deathly silence again.

The jackal was teasing him, but suddenly found that Xu Heng was not moving. No matter how he pretended, he kept his posture. So he decided to take the second step and hit him directly!

He suddenly raised his hand and swung a sword. This was not to provoke a weak spot. The jackal had no other intentions, but to hit Xu Heng on the head! Practice? Who would practice with you? It’s good enough if I don’t kill you!

But it did not go as the jackal had expected. He hit Xu Heng on the head with a loud bang, leaving a bloody mark. Xu Heng fell down, and then he panicked and pressed his philtrum, breaking a few ribs in the process, so that Xu Heng would never come again.

Anyway, after being beaten so many times, no one knew when his ribs would break. They could still praise Xu Heng for his "strong willpower~ He beat six people even with broken ribs~"

Xu Heng did not dodge, but instead thrust his sword towards the upper part. The jackal did not expect him to act like this. The tip of the sword flashed in front of his eyes, as if he was cutting the throat of a chicken and letting it bleed during the New Year. The chicken struggled violently and tried to jump up and escape, which made the jackal panic.

His hand slowed down and he wanted to draw his sword back to block, but it deviated a bit and finally hit something - Xu Heng's shoulder which was leaning forward.

In fact, if it was any other opponent, the jackal would choose to continue chopping without hesitation and compete in speed, but unfortunately he thought that Xu Heng was at his mercy.

The surprise led to an error in judgement.

After being hit on the shoulder, Xu Hengjian stopped and retreated to his original position. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the jackal with amusement, not knowing how to react.

Am I... am I being fooled? A fake move? I used a dirty trick (you know) and almost got a double kill? This... by this weakling?

The more he thought about it, the harder it was for the jackal to put on an apologetic smile. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was looked down upon by this weakling. Why?

Because actually he had used all the dirty tricks, Xu Heng took advantage of his underestimation of the enemy and could obviously just destroy his eyes directly, and even leaving scars on his face would also be a way to establish his authority.

Even a rabbit will bite when it is angry.

But Xu Heng did not do that. He chose to be merciful and deliberately offered his shoulder - just as Xu Heng had always done before.

The jackal understood that these were Xu Heng's way of returning his insults. Ruining his eyesight could only make him angry, but it was mostly his own fault.

He is showing his strength, his strength of will.

The red is warm.

How dare you! You are a weakling! How dare you!

In this icy and snowy landscape, the jackal's face instantly turned into the color of his hair.

The strawberries sucking the ice complemented the little puddles formed by Xu Heng's hot blood on the ground.