Male Succubus Apocalypse

Darkness, endless darkness, Xu Heng felt like he was floating in nothingness.

Don't think about anything.

But the light still appears, so dazzling, so dazzling that it is heavy.

……

At this time, Xu Heng was naked, lying on his side on the stone bank at the edge of the pool, with his neck submerged in water. Under the moonlight, the wounds on his body had healed, leaving only some shallow scars.

I opened my eyes and saw the twinkling stars and the always-full moon. I felt refreshed and at peace. I was no longer tired or hungry, and I just felt relaxed.

Xu Heng, who was somewhat confused about the situation, stood up in a trance, as if he had a hangover and his memory was fragmented. He looked at the water surface below him that was obscured by mist and began to daydream.

A breeze blew by, and the mist slightly dispersed a small mirror. The person in the mirror had a pair of small black horns, and his chest was covered with crisscrossing and twisted scars.

it's me.

The water ripples, "Shua——", the water surface opens up, the falling water forms a tide, the small mirror turns into crumpled paper, Xu Heng looks up and looks forward in a trance.

The sleeves are wet with clouds, and the hair kisses the snow. The waist is charming, and the mist is hidden in the wind. The arms are shining, and the goose neck is bright as the moon. The lotus emerges from the water, and there is no makeup.

Ugh.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Heng felt like he was dreaming. He closed his eyes again and wanted to change the scene.

"Xu Heng, are you afraid of my body?" A cold voice came from the front.

Xu Heng didn't want to talk, he hoped this was just a dream.

"Whether you are practicing sword or serving me, you are always very worried. Although your body is red, you don't have a complete physiological reaction. What you are afraid of is not me myself, but the scenario that does not fit your consideration, right?" An Lingqing's voice moved in the space.

When she reached the shore, she got out of the pool.

"If you want to practice sword well, you need to have no distractions and give yourself to the sword. Xu Heng, every movement and reaction during your practice is not from you, but from your opponent. This way, you can't practice sword well." An Lingqing continued, "You, do this every day, don't you feel tired? Or have you been trapped in it for a long time and become numb?"

Huh——, An Lingqing, An Lingqing, it seems I underestimated you. You are also a demigod who has lived for hundreds of years.

"Come up and practice with me."

Xu Heng opened her eyes. Even though the person in front of her had a heart as calm as water, it didn't mean that she couldn't understand a person's heart.

Is it because of purity that it is particularly sensitive to filth?

Fortunately, An Lingqing had already put on her clothes, a white robe.

This pool of water has the effect of restoring the body. It seems that An Lingqing’s injury is almost healed.

At this moment, the Demigod Sword Saint was holding a wooden sword, with his hair loose, looking at Xu Heng. His aura was indifferent, yet people dared not look down on him. He was calm and expressionless, without any disguise, like a clear ancient pond, translucent and bright, but the bottom of which could not be seen.

Xu Heng summoned the slime from the ring and made it disguise itself in casual clothes.

Taking out the wooden sword used for sparring, he slowly walked ashore, "Master Qing, to be honest, I am really afraid of your body, but I am afraid of all women's bodies." He stopped pretending, "But yours is very beautiful, I won't have any evil thoughts, but for me, greed for it is a kind of disrespect to you."

The shadows of the trees dance, a man and a woman, pink cherry blossoms flutter, the wind is gentle and the mood is calm. They stand opposite each other with swords in hand, and their shadows become four people.

The man moved, raising his sword to slash. The woman raised her sword to block, but the sword tip turned sharply and retracted, like an antelope turning when running away. The man put the sword in front of his chest and stabbed forward decisively.

The woman was not in a hurry, her hands were as soft as clouds, and she turned the sword to cut. She felt the sword in her hand being drawn into the undercurrent, being twisted and pushed into the air, and all the man's rigid strength softened into flowing water that could take any shape.

He wanted to retreat or escape, but the woman's sword was connected to him. He wanted to move forward and attack, but was restrained. The two swords were entangled together like a curtain of silk.

"False and real, real and false, dismantling weapons and armor, clearing away the fog to see the flowers. Your sword is changeable, good at deception, and good at taking risks, but it must be natural. If you have a heart that is versatile, all eight sides will be true eyebrows and eyes."

The woman muttered something in her mind, and her body moved. The sword rose up continuously, as if it was coated with paste, and she dipped the man's sword and pulled it backwards. The sword moved and the person moved, and the man followed along.

"Listen to the strength with your hands, listen to the heart when swords are crossed, avoid the real and attack the fake, in order to distinguish the true from the false." The woman used the sword as a lever, and her hands kept moving. The man who pressed the sword lowered his body, and the man who dragged the sword followed his body, constantly changing, like two sticky swords, forming a bridge of telepathy between the man and the woman.

There is no distinction between you and me, as if they are dancing together under the moon, softly and gently, the sword turns and jumps, the body follows the sword, and yet the sword moves according to the heart.

It stopped, then started again, and suddenly turned into a sudden fish. The undercurrent under the reef kept changing in speed, strength, and severity. There was a "snap" sound, the sword fell, and the man stopped.

Xu Heng looked at the ground in disbelief. He saw An Lingqing's sword that he had knocked down. A sense of joy that he didn't know where it came from was leaping in his heart.

"Very good, you found your own sword." An Lingqing looked at him calmly, raised his hands and clapped slowly, "People say that a sword is like a person, and a person is like a sword. Xu Heng, although I don't understand you, your sword is more decisive than I thought, like a storm that accumulates, hiding in a corner, infinitely fierce when it is released, and mighty when it falls."

"Lord Qing, do you know classical Chinese?" Xu Heng paused, his eyes sharpened, and asked.

"Ancient text? No, this is a Taoist text for teaching." An Lingqing shook his head and said, "Special sentences invented by the strong to express their comprehension in simple and clear words."

No, that's not right... This clearly has a hint of classical Chinese?

Although Xu Heng was communicating with An Lingqing in the language of another world, the errors in sentence structure were very similar to the classical Chinese in Xu Heng's mind.

Appeared in another world? Is it a coincidence? Or...

Xu Heng felt more and more that some things shouldn't be like this, but it made sense because in this other world, there were so many races and such a vast culture, and the language styles were so different and rich, which was extremely normal.

Not to mention human language, there are actually hundreds of different languages ​​of demons, such as the barking of dog demons and the screaming of eagle demons. In fact, the presence of various genres of written records is in line with the different worlds where various races coexist, isn't it?

It seems that I have preconceived ideas and am too subjective.

"Now, you can go to the academy." An Lingqing waited for Xu Heng to think, and only spoke when he seemed to have figured something out.

"I've slept for a whole day?" Xu Heng was surprised.

"Ah."

"Thank you so much for your swordsmanship instruction! Yesterday I didn't keep my promise to prepare meals and massage for you. It was my fault! I..."

The thanks were genuine, as An Lingqing had most likely secretly come to watch Xu Heng practice swordplay, and offered guidance based on that premise.

Still... a little shy - for Xu Heng, she carried him into the pool and even helped him take off his pants... ahem...

It was all just because I cooked a meal and gave An Lingqing a massage.

Just like how she treated the sword, it was simply a simple expression of "if you are good to me, I will be good to you too."

"It's okay. I think you have a talent for swordplay. It's normal to lose track of time when you're obsessed with swords. And your massage and magical food can actually bring me a relatively long-lasting effect."

Although An Lingqing still had no expression, she spoke obviously more than before, and her performance just now completely exceeded Xu Heng's first impression of her.

This girl is a bit silly, but definitely smart. From what I can see now, she seems to think of me as a like-minded person?

It turns out that she is using her sword to perceive the world.

Xu Heng couldn't help but wonder, is this really okay? There is no conclusion yet, but when he saw An Lingqing's concrete soul, he couldn't help but think about this question.

But as long as An Lingqing thinks it's okay, how can a stranger like me who has only met for a few days judge whether it's good or bad?

……

When he came to the mountain again, Xu Heng wore the black student uniform this time. It was given to him by An Lingqing - she remembered to give it to him because Xu Heng really had no clothes to wear.

I don’t know if the saying “Swordsmanship is not determined by appearance” is sincere.

Now he has some doubts as to whether Xu Heng is sincere when he speaks to An Lingqing.

Reverting to cat-man form - after receiving an affirmative reply from An Lingqing that "Tianmen is more sensitive to demons", he still transformed.

Just be careful not to faint from exhaustion, or your transformation ability will be cut off. It is the innate ability of every male succubus to maintain a changed appearance while sleeping, but if you are too tired or faint suddenly, you cannot guarantee the continuous activation of this ability.

"Xu Heng, you are so lucky to be able to receive guidance from a demigod!" Julie witnessed the whole process and couldn't help but sigh, "And it also satisfied the desires of a young boy like you."

"Julie, are you a hooligan? How come you speak even more vulgarly than a succubus like me? I have helped An Lingqing, otherwise why would you be willing to teach me?" Xu Heng really wanted to roll his eyes at Julie, but Hermes had already walked up.

"Xu Heng, it seems that you have received the guidance of the big sister, right? No wonder you didn't come to see me yesterday." Hermes' words were sour, but there was no malice, and the words were very straightforward. "Are you healed?"

"Well, okay, Assistant Coach Hermes, what time is it now? Don't you need to go over there and serve as a sparring partner?"

"Everyone accompanied me yesterday (except you). Today is the test. Did you forget? Everyone has finished the test and is practicing freely now. You are the only one left."

Without delay, he quickly brought Xu Heng to the classroom.

Many people had dispersed, gone down the mountain, and were free to do other things on the wider snowfield, but there were still quite a few people gathered together, discussing something, and some were gesturing with their swords with obvious sad looks on their faces.

The test was simple, but not simple. It was just a matter of practicing a move with Julian. As long as you didn't lose, you passed. You had three chances.

The purpose is to see if my sense of distance control has improved after yesterday.

This time, Hermes didn't raise the snow so ostentatiously. He put Xu Heng on the top of the mountain very steadily - so you really were messing around with your students yesterday, right?

The people on the top of the mountain glanced at Xu Heng and ignored him, continuing with their own things, because they were all anxiously thinking about how to pass. They probably tried once or twice, failed, and fell into doubt about themselves.

We are all geniuses, but others have had it, so why haven’t we? This is the genius’ own worry.

As soon as I came in, I saw a familiar figure doing a test—Jackal Boy, no, Tarot.

"You still have one more chance, don't you think about it again?" Julian said, looking at the jackal boy who was impatiently taking off his Taoist uniform.

"No, no need, Master Julian, you know me. I'm not in good shape right now. The last two times were just mistakes. I will definitely pass this time!" I'm different from the idiot who's still on the mountain!

Tarot picked up the wooden sword and stood in front of Julian, who was also holding a wooden sword. He didn't notice Julian's secret sigh at all.

"Let's begin." Tarot said.

"Swish"

Tarot directly swept up a piece of snow with his sword, then jumped forward. With one move, he could also go find Julian!

However, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and when he moved his hand, the palm of his hand was hit hard, and the sword fell from his paralyzed hand.

As the snow fell, Julian waved his hand and magically took back the sword he had thrown. He looked at Tarot, who was petrified on the spot, with disappointment and said, "You are too anxious. This is a test. Don't be clever. You blocked your opponent's sight, and at the same time you yourself are in a situation where you can't see your opponent. This is very dangerous. You didn't anticipate the situation of the flying sword at all."

Given the cunning nature of the jackal, it would always play it safe, but today, Julian only saw a conceited fool.

With a deathly pale face, the wolf boy listlessly picked up the sword on the ground, walked to the side in a daze, and actually sat down, hugging his knees and sobbing.

But no one will pay attention to him. He had already lost the battle yesterday. He failed the test and is no longer relevant to the silver pre-selection to a large extent.

"Next." Julian shouted.

Xu Heng originally wanted to step forward because everyone around him was very timid, but a more familiar face got there before him.

As for the jackal boy? In his eyes, he was insignificant.

"Master, I, your student Lin Kewei, ask for your guidance! This is my last chance too!" He is a rabbit man. Xu Heng finds it funny that his soul is also a rabbit. It is relatively harmless, but easily gets anxious and jumps around. It's quite interesting.

"Have you thought about it?" Julian asked softly. "Your performance is not outstanding, but if you pass the test this time, you still have a chance to enter the silver class."

This student is not the most talented among all the students, and his personality is also impulsive, but he is good at reflection, and he is looking forward to what surprises he can bring.

"Yes." Lin Kewei nodded, picked up the sword, and made a stance that Xu Heng was surprised to see, holding the sword in the middle of both hands - the stance he used all day yesterday.

In fact, logically speaking, this kind of posture is for defending against the enemy head-on. The center of gravity of the wooden sword for sparring is forward, but it is not necessary to do so. A light strike with one hand can be very powerful, and it is also good for controlling the distance from the opponent.

He had done this on purpose before in order to provoke the opponent's continuous attacks and consume a wave.

But it doesn't seem wise to do this test.

"here we go."

Julian held the sword in one hand, took a step forward and raised the sword to chop, but he quickly changed his position, pressed his wrist, and pulled his body back, turning the attack from a high position into a downward move.

"Snapped!"

Linkovich and Julian hit their opponents at the same time, Julian hit the head and Linkovich hit the hands.

From the very beginning, Linkovich took the initiative to rush forward, almost using his head and shoulders to block the sword, but his attack was also very resolute.

Even though Julian pressed his wrist, he could not catch up with Linkovich's strong approach. He forced Julian to hit him, because he did not dodge and just approached him.

As a result, Julian remained in the same position, so Linkovich directly hit his hand which had not moved.

"Haha, brat, you're really smart. This is a test, not a kill. You're executing a tactic that ignores losses. You have a very flexible mind." Julian retracted his sword, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "You passed!"

Because if you really do this, with real weapons and swords, you will hurt your opponent and cause your own death, which is very stupid.

But when it comes to exams, you don’t have to worry about so much.

Lin Keweichi grinned, bowed, and left happily. Xu Heng, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, then nodded at him.

Haha, don't blame me for stealing your trick!

This was the sparring between Xu Heng and Tarot yesterday, which gave Linkovich inspiration.