Male Succubus Apocalypse

At the end of a tiring day, Xu Heng gave An Lingqing an ear massage. After she continued to practice, he immediately found a place to fall asleep.

Julie didn't dissuade him this time.

It was a dreamless night. While An Lingqing was still practicing in the backyard, Xu Heng got up early and cooked a bowl of noodles. Not wanting to disturb her, he put a cover on the door.

Then he used the space channel to teleport to the snowy peak.

As expected, Hermes was already waiting for him on the snow, but this time, he was wearing a robe, probably to cover the wounds on his body.

"Oh, are you feeling weak?" Xu Heng walked up and patted Hermes' shoulder firmly.

"Hiss - it hurts! Brother Heng, don't move, don't move..." Hermes frowned and spoke in a fluctuating tone while dodging Xu Heng's second slap.

"Brother Heng? I'm only in my forties, you must be at least fifty..." Xu Heng said with a wicked smile, and then his eyes froze, "You... have your facial paralysis been cured?"

"Well, after you set off the fireworks and go back, you can move your face. Don't worry about this... As for my age, I'm 71, but it doesn't matter. You can call me uncle if you want. We can talk about our own things." Hermes smiled. Although he still looked a little uncomfortable, he was much more clever now.

"Who is talking to you about different things? Once a teacher, always a father. Otherwise, you can call me..." Xu Heng was about to tease Hermes, but when he thought of Hermes' "father", he stopped talking.

Hermes noticed his strangeness, but did not continue. Instead, he said, "Today is a test. You cannot use fighting spirit, and you can only use four moves, namely, picking the collapse point and teasing. So when you go over there, don't use the domain, and don't show off your creative ideas."

Xu Heng nodded, and felt the ground beneath his feet begin to float. After thinking for a while, he began to talk about the results of his discussion with Julie yesterday.

This time Hermes flew very slowly, not as rudely as before, making Xu Heng's words very clear.

"That's about it. If you study it more, maybe there will be hope." After Xu Heng finished speaking, he gave Hermes an encouraging smile, but the other party seemed a little gloomy.

They reached a height of 100 meters.

"Brother Heng, my father is the ultimate offensive warrior of our time, the master of boxing: Hart Timat." Suddenly, Hermes lowered his head slightly and said guiltily.

"Okay, dad is a warrior and son is a magician, your dad carries the load and you cast spells, father and son fight together." Xu Heng held the back of his head with both hands, raised his feet, and lay in the air, saying nonchalantly, "Your dad is already successful, so you don't have to fight for it, just rely on your dad."

"No, Brother Heng, I am his descendant who is most likely to become the number one warrior. You don't understand. I thought about it and I feel that I can't involve you. Maybe..."

"Maybe you should fire the teacher? Your father only gave you a body and let it grow. You can die for him and repay his upbringing with everything material. But it is you who endure the hardships of life, so you also have the right to enjoy the joy of life."

Xu Heng tilted his head slightly, seemingly picking at his nails, speaking calmly, but in fact he was secretly observing Hermes's reaction. "I don't care whether I'm a curler or not, I just insist on what I think is right, and aren't we friends?"

"Brother Heng, let me think about it..." Hearing this, Hermes trembled and said in a daze.

Then, the surrounding scene changed. A huge gale came howling, and heavy snow was raised again when it landed. Then, while Xu Heng was still holding his waist in pain, Hermes had disappeared from the spot.

"Asshole! How dare you take revenge on me like this!" Xu Heng knelt on the ground, one hand on his waist, and said with gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the snow wave in front of him paused for a moment as if the pause button had been pressed, and in the blink of an eye it moved in the opposite direction towards Xu Heng.

"No..." Before he could finish his words, Xu Heng was pressed under the snow. He felt his crotch tighten and his pants were lifted up. He was pulled out by Julian with a dark face, and then he saw the light again.

"You little brat, you run so fast!... And you! Move quickly and prepare for the round-robin battle. Fight each person three times." Julian said unhappily and put Xu Heng down.

After the others had also scrambled out of the snow piles in various places and lined up to face each other, Julian explained how the wave captain's test would be conducted, and then gave each person a red armband and two black and white cylindrical dye blocks.

"Three battles, the one who wins more will draw white, the one who wins less will draw black. No more nonsense, just start." After Julian said that, the two rows of people began to confront each other.

Xu Heng looked for the figure of Owl in the crowd - he never knew what the dark elf was called - and found that he was in the same row as him, and he was standing at the end while he was at the head. It might be that he would fight with him last, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Tarot was not in the queue, it seemed he had left.

His first opponent was a human with a buzz cut. When he saw Xu Heng standing opposite him, his face turned green, like a bitter gourd.

"Classmate, please give me some advice!" Xu Heng said politely and then put on a serious attitude.

He waited for the other party to get ready, then said in a suppressed tone, "Let's get started."

Xu Heng suddenly imitated the movements that Julian had made yesterday when he was testing him, but with a larger amplitude. He almost jumped back and forth slightly, and the sword in his hand even touched the snow.

A round of sword shadows swept past instantly, but it was a defensive move. The opponent was so panicked that he took up his sword to defend himself.

Then Xu Heng lightly tapped his defenseless head again, declaring victory.

The guy with a crew cut was confused.

"Don't be nervous, just calm down~" Xu Heng said with a smile. Right from the start, he sensed that the other party was panicking for some reason, and he fooled the other party's defense with just a scare.

At the beginning of the second time, the boy with a crew cut's emotions quickly stabilized, forcing Xu Heng to sigh that elites are elites and they can adjust really quickly.

Then he began to ruin his opponent's mood. Xu Heng didn't hit anyone, but tried to get rid of their swords. This made his opponent angry and when he wanted to attack, Xu Heng would just retreat and then go forward again. His opponent thought he was going to do it again, and when he was careless, he defeated him with a clean step and a tap of his hand.

Now, he couldn't calm down at all. In the third game, he started to chase and attack directly. Xu Heng took a few steps back and stopped running. He began to show his reflexes and blocking ability that he had developed after being hit six times.

Finally, after his opponent turned around and walked away cursing and panting, Xu Heng drew a white line on his red armband.

"Hahaha! Practicing sword is still very interesting!" Xu Heng said proudly in his mind.

"Yes, yes, yes, practicing like this is not fun enough. You should play more!" Julie unexpectedly agreed.

"Well, you black-hearted fellow, tomorrow is the big exam for free combat, and you are instigating me to make an enemy, right?"

"hehe."

Julie's silent laughter rang in her mind. The second opponent had already walked forward. The row opposite Xu Heng was rotating, so their row didn't need to move.

"Hello, classmate, hehe." Xu Heng showed a "gentle" smile, which instantly made the person on the other side swallow his saliva.

The battle started again, and the test of reality and falsehood was turned into a one-sided teasing by Xu Heng. The more anxious and emotional the opponent was, the better it would be to judge the opponent's attack trend by using emotional perception.

Finally, every time I saw him, I started to get anxious.

It was another 3-0 victory. The opponent was in a daze after losing, and even wanted to hit him a fourth time, thinking that it would not be over until he could hit Xu Heng.

He prioritizes what is important and what is not, not giving his opponent a chance to think. He just sticks out his tongue and spreads his hands when he stops. Do you think he is just trying to adjust his mentality? But he suddenly gives you a vicious attack.

The fake moves are even more varied, pretending to lift the crotch, raising the hand to throw a flying sword, shoveling snow, the dirtiest thing can be, with a smile that makes people ask for a beating. The purpose is not to fight well, but to torture the opponent.

Coupled with the almost predictable reaction and sense of distance, it is enough to make people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath. This is not swordsmanship, this is mental skills!

And slowly, as the fight went on, he evolved. He knew that you were anxious and exposed your weaknesses, and that you were going to hit him, so he would immediately dodge and counterattack instantly.

You can't predict his next move. What is fake is actually real, and what is empty is real, making you doubt your life after practicing.

However, Xu Heng himself knew that this was not because of his superb swordsmanship, because he was not targeting his opponent's swordsmanship, but the opponent himself, and formulated each strategy around it.

The diligent siege of the previous six people laid a very solid foundation for Xu Heng in the four moves. After repeated practice, even if he had no foundation, he could reach a high level of proficiency. In addition, he consistently implemented the tactic of attacking the heart, so he won all the first few opponents.

Until a special opponent came.

Linkovich, who had a large red scar on his face that looked like a birthmark, had a truly gentle smile, which was different from all his previous opponents who had been dignified or distressed.

The emotion is "gratitude".

"Brother Xu Heng, please teach me!" Lin Kewei bowed deeply to Xu Heng, which was a different etiquette from the previous battles. "Please accept my bow. Without your help, I would not be able to stand here now!"

"It's okay, it's okay. You don't have to worry about it. I just don't like that guy." Xu Heng waved his hand to show that he didn't care. He felt that if he hadn't been forced into a corner, Lin Keweichi might not have been implicated.

But Xu Heng didn't feel guilty. After all, wasn't it all because Tarot was a beast? He just felt sorry for Linkovich's bad luck.

The two men got into position and nodded in understanding, indicating that they were ready to begin. This time, Xu Heng did not rashly execute the previous tactics.

Because Lin Keweichi's emotions are very stable now, he only has respect and gratitude towards the person who saved him. Xu Heng knows that if he messes with him, his emotions will not change much, and he may even be defeated by this rabbit who is good at learning.

"Ouch, my ring fell off." Xu Heng casually threw the ring on the snow in front of him, bent down to expose his back to Lin Keweiqi and then went to pick it up. He swung his sword naturally and tapped the calf of Lin Keweiqi who stood up straight and put down his guard. "Ouch, how did I win?"

"Ah?" Linkovich was stunned.

Soon, Xu Heng stood up and looked at him cunningly with a crooked mouth, saying, "Xiao Lin Ke, all is fair in war! I went to pick up the ring, but I didn't say to stop fighting!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Keweiqi was not angry. Instead, he nodded seriously and said, "I learned it."

Now it was Xu Heng's turn to be at a loss - No, you kid aren't angry at all? This is difficult!

Lin Keweichi's eyes were sharp as he got ready again. Xu Heng held the sword in one hand and confronted him.

"Snap!" Lin Keweichi stepped on the ground, and the rabbit man's powerful waist and abdomen strength made him like an arrow with a full bow. With a neat sword strike, he knocked Xu Heng's sword down before he could react.

Lin Keweichi understood that Xu Heng lacked basic skills, and he had the advantage in his waist and abdomen. The best way to deal with Xu Heng was to use his sword forcefully, simply and directly without getting entangled.

Xu Heng's tactics seem to require many steps to execute, but the essence is to manipulate the opponent, so the better he is, the better.

This is the difference between a genius warrior and a grassroots like Xu Heng. Once they have reason, they can see through the essence of the battle more quickly.

"Come on! Second round!" Xu Heng picked up the wooden sword in a frustrated manner, regained his stance anxiously, and said loudly.

Linkovich just smiled and returned to his position. He knew that he would be the winner of this battle in the end.

After the confrontation began, he observed that Xu Heng deliberately moved the left side of his body forward instead of facing the enemy from the side. This was a flaw. Lin Keweiqi made a quick decision in his mind and decisively tried to gain position without caring about his left hand which was easier to hit.

Xu Heng hid this flaw. He thought that the enemy would quickly counterattack as soon as he made a move, so he did not intend to give Xu Heng any room for error.

If he chooses to retreat instead of going around, then at the moment when his center of gravity moves, Lin Kewei is confident that his waist and abdomen pressure can knock down Xu Heng's sword, and the outcome will be decided!

"Snapped--"

A wooden sword flew out.

Lin Kewei felt the numbness coming from the base of his palm, and looked at Xu Heng, who was calm and serious without a smile, and felt powerless - this man was too calculating!

At the same time when Lin Keweiqi was trying to get close to him, Xu Heng did not go around or retreat. Instead, he grabbed the wooden sword with his left hand, retracted his arm, and swept away the wooden sword that Lin Keweiqi was holding up with a more energy-saving lever.

No matter how hard Linkovich tried with one hand, he couldn't hold the sword with his arm outstretched and his center of gravity changing, facing Xu Heng who was standing still with both hands in a baseball-like stance.

The knocked-down sword, the impatience he showed, the confident sideways movement, and the unhesitating joining of hands all showed that Xu Heng had already started planning since the second round.

Xu Heng, who had fought with Lin Keweiqi before, could not have been unaware of Lin Keweiqi's explosive power. How could he not be able to react? If you think about it carefully, it would be better to say that it was intentional.

Being anxious makes you more confident, isn't that stable? Then it makes you more stable! It makes you execute your own plans without hesitation, and it is also the battle that I control you to use.

Does Xu Heng dare to say that he can definitely win? Actually, he can't, but this is the only method he can think of on the spot, so he executes it directly.

After being defeated, Lin Kewei, a combat genius, figured out Xu Heng's tactical logic and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

Isn't this exactly the same tactic he used yesterday? Using the rules to achieve the goal, because it was a best-of-three game, Xu Heng calculated the gains and losses very well, losing one game and winning the final game.

"Hehe." Xu Heng's laughter brought Lin Keweichi's wandering thoughts back to normal. He gave him the same "secret move" he used yesterday and nodded in greeting.

Respect! Learn from you!

Use maximum taunt and deal damage close to the opponent.

At this point, Linkevich could no longer remain calm - do you have to be so disgusting! No sound!