Male Succubus Apocalypse

Julian habitually smoothed his goatee, but suddenly his hand slipped away and he realized that half of his beard had been burned by those two rascals yesterday!

Today, whenever a student stared at him curiously for more than a few seconds, Julian would feel inexplicably annoyed.

Combined with the fact that he was observing Xu Heng, Lin Keweiqi was disgusted and ran away, and at the same time he was speechless.

The fight was so ugly, but they won again and again, it was both smelly and fragrant.

This is the first time in so many years that a fighter's style can be described as "mean". Two words are "disgusting", not "despicable", it's purely disgusting, because even if you win, you still have to hit him.

But Julian knew that the swagger after winning was actually the essence of Xu Heng's style. He dared not imagine that if such a person became a swordsman and developed a school, it would simply add a rich and colorful stroke to the history of swordsmanship with "snow", which would be indelible and extremely flavorful!

Soon, seeing Xu Heng defeating more and more opponents, a situation arose that made Julian cover his face with a headache.

A student walked up to Xu Heng. Xu Heng was ready, but he just took out a piece of black dye from his body and drew a line on himself - "suicide".

A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! It is better to admit defeat than to torture yourself!

Linkovich's failure was like a turning point. First, someone lost the first game in a red card, then he threw the sword but was judged to have used other moves, which was a foul and he lost. Now he is blatantly playing badly and "committing suicide".

Although the first person who "committed suicide" was the one who had beaten Xu Heng and was under psychological pressure beforehand, it started a trend when others saw it.

They began to surrender automatically, not wanting to waste their lives, emotions and time with Xu Heng.

In response to this, Xu Heng sat directly on the ground, using his sword as a small table. When someone came, he didn't even look at the person's next move, and started drawing white horizontal lines on the armband he took off, and even drew a five-pointed star.

Julian clenched his fists slightly. He wanted to rush up and scold those students who were avoiding the confrontation - No, I don't ask you to defeat him! At least don't let him be so proud! It makes me sick to see him! - and then kick Xu Heng up, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

Because Xu Heng changed opponents very quickly, and there was another person who was also very fast. Julian really wanted to see Xu Heng being killed in no time, just like scooping up a piece of dog-skin plaster that was harmless, sticky and disgusting.

After the first row, it was Xu Heng's turn. When Xu Heng was still drawing the armband boredly, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he looked up, a cold rye-colored face with eyes that seemed to pierce him came into his sight.

Xu Heng didn't expect that the team would be divided into two groups, front vs. back, and he would actually run into an owl?

Jeramet looked at Xu Heng's armband, which was covered with white marks and the same as his own, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a curve, and said: "It seems that the suspense of this sparring is only between you and me."

Calm and sharp, the owl standing there, holding a wooden sword, made Xu Heng feel oppressed. He was emotionally excited, but other than that, he was just quiet.

Xu Heng, who was a man who could remain calm even in the face of a storm, stood up, knowing that he had to treat the situation with caution, especially since this guy must have crushed others with his swordsmanship before.

That's right, Jeramet has never been defeated, and most of the opponents cannot withstand his moves. Many times, because he defeated his opponents too quickly, he could only stand aside and wait for new opponents.

At this time, he had been observing Xu Heng's movements, like an owl staring at an unaware opponent in the dark night.

Xu Heng now feels like a cunning rabbit with three or even five burrows, but if he dares to show his head a little, he will be strangled to death by an owl.

If you lose three games, you will be in trouble.

After making a judgment, Xu Heng knew that he could not win, but for tomorrow, he had to try to come up with a countermeasure today.

He learned from Julie that only the Silver Class were considered true students of Tianmen Academy and could go to the headquarters. Now he was really interested and did not want to let down An Lingqing who had personally taught him swordsmanship.

The most important thing is that Hermes is an accompanying assistant teacher and will be promoted to the silver class. If he wants to continue teaching him, he himself must be admitted to the silver class.

And tomorrow's exam seems to be very important for this. Xu Heng wants to at least get a not-too-bad ranking to win more chances of entering the silver class.

"Come on, come on! Everybody! Stop what you are doing and watch these two people who have an undefeated record so far!" Julian had a bad idea and shouted, asking everyone to gather around.

Even if they didn't shout, the decisive battle between Xu Heng and Jeramet made everyone unable to concentrate on sparring. They wanted to see Xu Heng get abused so much that they were itching to hate him, so they just let everyone come and watch without worry.

Seeing that all the "animal" guys began to gather around him, Xu Heng felt as if he had come to a zoo that was upside down. It seemed that they were here to see the national treasure "human", right?

The owl showed no reaction to the outside world, but just started to make a starting posture similar to the fencing movement in the original world, with its feet forming a triangle and the sword in the middle.

"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Jeramette Sfanni. Xu Heng, remember the other 'king' who defeated you." The owl's still contracted pupils suddenly expanded. This was a sign before hunting. It was already night, and it was time to launch an attack.

Night owl? The transformation of the soul into something concrete is quite interesting.

Xu Heng held the sword with both hands. He was basically the only one who used this posture.

The eyes of people around me are staring at me, and my emotions turn into a surging tide of malice, resentment, expectation, etc. This is where emotional perception is not good, just like when the eyes see too bright colors, they are easily dazzled.

Perception is more of a semi-automatic organ than an ability. For example, the ears can hear many sounds, but if they are not loud, many of them can be ignored.

But once the sound is too loud and too harsh, it cannot be ignored. It is directed at one's own emotions and strong fluctuations. This is the case for Xu Heng.

This ability has a big disadvantage: it is easy to get tired when there are too many people. When in the tavern, Xu Heng often hides in the restaurant, so that the male succubi rarely show up, and he even doesn't feel at ease letting them go out, also for this reason.

Moreover, male succubi have the danger of showing off their handsome faces, which can easily arouse targeted emotions in others and cause more unnecessary fatigue.

Xu Heng tried his best to calm himself down, thinking that fortunately his ability to sense emotions was only like the eyes being able to see people's movements, and not true empathy through visual transmission. Otherwise, he would die of emo sooner or later.

They nodded to each other and the battle began!

"Boom!" With a half-step bow step, the wooden sword in Jeramet's hand suddenly transformed into a bunch of blooming phantom sword flowers, shaking and spinning, and the power bursting out of his body brought about the sound of breaking wind.

Xu Heng barely retreated, and Jeramet did not completely send out his whole body. Because of the sword flowers, Xu Heng was glad that he did not hit his opponent's sword in the same way as he did against Linkovich in the third round - if he really wanted to stab him directly, he should not shake the sword.

The next second, before the sword flower shadow was over, Jelamet moved up quickly and completed the front point under the cover of the sword shadow.

Xu Heng had no time to react and could only rely on instinct to block with both hands. However, the sword was like a fish in the water. After being blocked, it bounced back and flipped forward, hitting Xu Heng's arm flawlessly.

"Hu——" a stream of turbid air was exhaled, the attack and retraction were seamlessly integrated and completed in one go. The first battle was over, ending in Xu Heng's complete failure.

Facing the scene just now, Xu Heng's heart was beating fast, and he shook the wooden sword to create a sword flower! No, it should be that he shook his wrist to force the effect of the sword flower! There were also two variations of pressure attacks, a complete crushing of the technique and basic skills!

Strength can defeat skill. This is not a matter of resorting to other means. Fundamentally, there is no way to defeat him!

"Okay! Chief! Beat him hard!"

"well played!"

"Shut out that jerk!"

Then, enough space was cleared and the people who formed a circle burst into cheers. Jelamet was unmoved and said in a voice that Xu Heng could hear just above the noise: "What a pity, you have practiced sword for too short a time. Otherwise, you might be able to be more different from the others."

Okay, okay, I have to say sorry. I couldn't satisfy you, right?

Xu Heng returned to his seat, forced a faint smile, his eyeballs moved upward, revealing his lower brow, and said in a flat and straightforward tone: "There are still two games to go, be careful not to get into trouble!"

Jeramet was stunned. Xu Heng's eyes suddenly straightened up, making him hallucinate the many opponents who had almost forced him into a dead end before. It was a concentrated and focused look that concealed a deep murderous intent.

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword, regain his posture, and become more serious.

"Shh-"

Xu Heng held the sword with both hands and jumped to attack, as if he wanted to use the power of both hands to forcibly squeeze and counter Jelamet's one-handed stance, or force him to retreat. However, what made everyone exclaim again was:

Not only did Jeramet not retreat, he also turned his hand back and stretched out his sword from the left to block. Xu Heng actually seemed to be jumping out of the fight, but there was a movement of extending his forearm forward, most likely predicting that the opponent would retreat and wanted to take advantage of this, but he didn't, so he could only block with the sword.

Therefore, it does not fall into the category of fouls, otherwise someone might use this to make the opponent commit a foul by mistake - especially a swordsman like Xu Heng.

To outsiders, it seemed that the tactic had completely failed, but Xu Heng smiled even more. Not only did he get the point, he moved his waist and actually swung the sword downward. He was probably trying to give the opponent a force while diving down, so that he could sneak a kick at the opponent before he could pull his hand back. It was a good idea.

But Jelamet lifted his right foot and moved his entire center of gravity to the left. He dragged his sword to the left, leaving Xu Heng's sword, and then made a classic move similar to the Arabesque in the original world ballet. He slashed his hand downward and hit Xu Heng's shoulder, then his body completely turned sideways.

Xu Heng didn't get any of my feet.

"Pah, pah, pah——" People all around applauded. Jeramet fought so freely and gracefully, with such exquisite technique that everyone felt a kind of aesthetic enjoyment. Sword skills are a way of killing, not dancing, and there are not many people who can fight well.

"Oh my, with your figure, it would be a shame if you don't dance ballet. The forest elves dance the white swan, and you dark elves will look great dancing the black swan." Xu Heng squatted on the ground, tilted his head, and said to Jeramette with a smile, then walked back to his original position calmly.

"Ballet? Do you mean the 'ugly' recreational sports of human nobles? There is no need to provoke me with words. I will not be bothered by you." Jelamet shook his head and stood back in place, "But you need to pay the price for your insult to the elves." His eyes were different from before, as if he was a different person, full of murderous intent.

"Oh my god, he condensed the actual death energy! It's over, I met a tough guy! No, how did I insult him? Shouldn't it be a compliment?" Xu Heng felt that when Jelamet was returning to his posture, a suppressed and sharp aura suddenly arose from his body, as if there was an invisible cold air surrounding him, and anyone who got close would be frostbitten.

This is the state of death that can only be achieved after countless killings and wandering between life and death. In layman's terms, "this person has murderous intent!" It is a murderous intent that can be truly felt! This also shows that Jeramet is serious and has murderous intent!

"That's right. It's no wonder you don't know. It's not written in books. Humans like high-quality slaves, and the best choices are beautiful and strong elves. The elf slave trade is particularly popular in the Black Domain, but the elves hate it. Actors are lowly and have no strength, so they have to be inferior to the nobles.

Ballet is a dance that displays beauty, but its dancers are in a particularly low position, and are often reduced to playthings of the nobles. In addition, the forest elves and the dark elves have always been at odds. Your words have three meanings added up..." Julie also looked more serious this time.

"'You dark elves should be sold to nobles and become slaves to ballet like the forest elves you hate?' Oh my god, did I say such a cruel thing? It's over, Julie! It's over! Trouble comes from the mouth! I actually wanted to praise him!" Xu Heng wanted to cry but had no tears. He had no intention. Now he couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River!

Furthermore, in the other world where strength is paramount, comparing a swordsman to an actor is disrespectful in itself. Now, the phrase "suitable for ballet" has ignited the flames, and Xu Heng suffered for not understanding the culture of the other world.

"You've learned how to answer quickly! Humph, but a sinister villain like you should have a backup plan, right?"

"Are you saying that about me? I'm sinister but I'm not a villain, okay? Well, it would be nice if he could really hit me, but if I really get beaten, it won't be as simple as just tearing my skin and flesh apart."

Xu Heng was in a trance for a moment. In Jeramet's eyes, he was frightened by the deathly aura he released. He now just wanted to end this annoying battle. He didn't want to waste any more time on the person who liked to play tricks and crossed his bottom line.