Male Succubus Apocalypse

“Number 3!”

Although the first two battles were fierce, they were not cheered by everyone, because they were just based on the original foundation, with the addition of fighting spirit, more powerful attacks could be made.

But technically, there is actually no bigger difference.

But when Julian shouted the number for the next battle, all the students became alert and looked towards a man who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

"Ah? It's my turn? So fast." Xu Heng felt the gaze, stood up slowly, picked up the iron sword, and walked towards the arena.

Hermes and Julian stood on both sides of the ring. They served as safety guards to prevent serious injuries and fatal injuries. If necessary, they would rescue people and directly determine the winner.

On the round wooden platform stood a bald man with a hooked nose, who looked particularly fierce and sinister. He held a pair of short halberds in his hands. The single-sided blade had a strange shape and a more complicated structure than the ordinary Fang Tian Ji.

Ah, it's that vulture...

Xu Heng recognized this man. He was the guy whom he had tortured a few days ago. Unlike the evasive look in his eyes when he saw him then, he was now very proud and his eyes were full of provocation and viciousness.

Ignoring the discussions around him or the ridicule towards himself, Xu Heng jumped onto the stage dragging his sword.

So, after Hermes finished reading out the usual taboos of the competition, such as "no eye contact or crotch kicking", Julian shouted "start" with full energy, and it began...

"Hehehe, Xu Heng, I'm not an idiot like Tarot. I've been waiting for the day when I can slowly torture you." Vulture did not attack immediately. Instead, like Xu Heng, he did not get ready. He just stared with eyes that were about to pop out and spoke coldly.

"Oh." Xu Heng responded, put his hand on the round table, sat directly on the edge of the table, and looked at his opponent expressionlessly.

"Forehead--"

Xu Heng's bizarre behavior once again silenced the people watching the game.

But no one in this class thinks that Xu Heng is stupid. This guy is full of bad intentions and must have some bad plans.

"You!" The veins on the vulture's forehead bulged, and the purple fighting spirit on his body spread out like damp morning mist. He stepped on the ground and rushed over with two halberds in hand.

Xu Heng also jumped suddenly, drew his sword and clenched it with both hands, and pulled the corner of his mouth to reveal a crooked and wicked smile.

Then, the charging purple mist stopped suddenly as if it had hit a transparent wall, only two meters away from Xu Heng.

The sword swung and the vulture jumped to the side. Xu Heng saw that he was about to retreat and said, "You want to dance, right?"

This made the vulture angry, and he swung his two halberds like a mantis, slashing towards Xu Heng. Xu Heng did not dodge, but stabbed forward instead. The seemingly powerful short halberd seemed to be attracted, and changed its direction halfway, using the complex halberd blade to cut off the sword.

Unable to make any progress, Xu Heng frowned. The vulture showed a mouthful of strange, uneven teeth, smiled strangely, and quickly took out a short spear, slashed at Xu Heng, and then retreated to five meters away.

Xu Heng originally wanted to break the sword and the short spear, because even if the vulture separated his hands and attacked the forearm, he could let go and deal with one hand with one hand. If he wanted to steal the upper arm, the distance was not enough.

But the purple mist, along with the blade wind, hit his arm, and a piercing burning sensation came over him, which startled Xu Heng. When he struck his sword again, the opponent had already retreated to a safe distance.

The mist dissipated, leaving a large red irregular scar on Xu Heng's arm. This was probably the way Vulture used his fighting spirit.

However, Xu Heng just sneered and thought to himself: A vulture is worthy of being a vulture, it insists on eating carrion, right?

Everyone's soul form is slightly different, with animals being the most common. When Xu Heng first crossed into this world, he was curious: why do so many people seem to have similar behaviors, but their souls are different?

For example, when they were in the nest, there were two sisters, the snake and the scorpion, guarding the door. Snakes are poisonous, scorpions are poisonous too, snakes like to be in dark places, scorpions are the same, but why is one a snake and the other a scorpion?

The answer lies in the fact that although the behaviors are the same, the actual starting points of thinking are different. Snakes often bite their enemies with their fangs first and then wrap them around them, while scorpions have to clamp their opponents with their pincers before they can poison them.

Both use poison to paralyze and entangle the opponent to death, but there are subtle psychological differences when it comes to how it reacts on people.

If poison is compared to a critical fatal blow, snakes prefer a thunderous bite to defeat the opponent first and then strangle it without any suspense, while scorpions control the opponent first before daring to deliver a fatal blow.

It can be said that the former is more decisive and the latter is more hesitant. For the same thing, the instinctive hunting tendencies are actually different.

Souls like snakes and insects often hide in dark corners and then attack wantonly. They are the type that conceal their thoughts and are calculating.

Tigers and leopards are more aggressive and have the demeanor of a strong beast. You can see him and know he is dangerous.

Xu Heng's more than forty years were not wasted in vain. His life was hanging by a thread. Many times, he relied on the subtle differences and found different ways to deal with these "animals". This is how he became the first mature male succubus in hundreds of years.

Xu Heng often regretted why he didn't take a closer look at the animal world before traveling through time.

"Are you so scared of me? Huh? Wandering around outside, you don't think you are torturing me, do you? Indeed, dancing so ugly is really tormenting my eyes." Xu Heng said with disgust, and changed his posture from the middle section to a completely different side "waist" shape.

That is, hide the sword with the body, place the sword behind the waist, the right side is the outside, and the left side is the inside because the hands will be crossed.

This is an extremely rare self-sacrifice posture. There is no defense in front, but the opponent cannot see the sword, so it is difficult to judge the distance and read the trajectory of the sword.

Xu Heng's words made the vulture furious again, but when he was about to launch a new round of attack, he saw Xu Heng's change and stopped taking the next step.

"Coward! Coward! Poor villain!..." Xu Heng suddenly changed his previous style, dragged the sword, and rushed towards the vulture, muttering all kinds of insulting words.

What was shocking was that the vulture not only did not fight back, but actually started running around the platform, as if it was very afraid of Xu Heng's charge.

Looking at the funny scene in front of him, Xu Heng was not surprised at all.

Vultures are scavengers. When they encounter prey, unless the prey is very small, they will most of the time retract their tails and wait for the prey to become tired before harassing it. They will only feast on its flesh and blood when the prey is truly dead or dying.

That is, they like to take advantage of others' misfortunes, bully the weak, and will not take risks easily. When it comes to people, their fighting spirit is to weaken their opponents, their weapons are to control their opponents, their tactics are to hit and run, focusing on attrition, or even fighting in a cowardly manner.

As soon as he sees that the opponent is likely to counterattack, he will decisively choose to retreat, and wear down the opponent step by step. In a one-on-one fight, he is generally most afraid of encountering this kind of opponent who is a dog-skin plaster.

Conservative and dark, with sinister intentions.

But Xu Heng almost survived in this type of group, he would not indulge, don't you like to consume, hide? I will scare you to death! I will irritate you!

The sword was hidden so that the vulture could not see the situation. It could only hover in the sky and did not dare to come down easily. Although there was no defensive posture at all, the vulture did not dare to go beyond its guard even a little bit.

If the vulture cannot figure out the situation and cannot understand the opponent's intentions and the prey is showing a desperate attitude, then the vulture will hide.

What's more, he was taught a lesson by Xu Heng some time ago. It can be said that "once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of ropes for ten years". He has not seen Xu Heng's fighting spirit and dared not attack rashly.

"What are you doing? You coward!"

"He doesn't even have the energy to fight! What are you running for!"

Below the stage, boos and insults were heard one after another. They didn't understand what stupid thing Vulture was doing. Xu Heng was already exposed to so many flaws, why was he still running away instead of attacking?

“Pah—” Xu Heng stopped chasing. When the insults reached their climax, he threw away his sword, spread his hands, and shouted to the vulture, who was halfway through the run and completely dazed: “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Come to daddy and hug me. I won’t hurt you. Tsk tsk tsk (dog teasing sound)!”

In an instant, Vulture's emotions and the viciousness of his soul, under the double blessing of the abuse from the audience and Xu Heng's humiliation, broke out completely.

The instinct of vultures swooping down on a dead body.

The sword thrown by Xu Heng was like a depth charge, making Vulture no longer calm.

The short spear drew a "stroke", the purple mist dissipated, and Xu Heng was submerged in it. Vulture thought that if Xu Heng retreated, he would be corroded by the mist. However, a palm suddenly appeared in his sight, stretched out from the side where the mist was thin, and slapped him on the side of the face with the back of the hand.

The force is not great, but the insult is very strong!

But the emotion that was at its peak was no longer anger, but fear. Vulture didn't know why Xu Heng could dodge to the side so quickly, as if he could predict his movements.

He hesitated and was a second or two slow. When he drew out the short spear and swung it to the side, he missed again. Fearing that Xu Heng was still around him, he burst out with all his fighting spirit to force him out, even blocking his vision.

Panic, fear of the unknown, and the feeling of uncertainty due to being unable to control the environment kicked the anger and desire for revenge out of the vulture's chest.

He was dizzy and disoriented, but Xu Heng seemed to have disappeared. He thought he had successfully forced him to retreat, but a silver light flashed and the vulture had to parry again, but the sword was pulled away again.

He chopped and chopped but couldn't find the entity. Xu Heng was like a phantom, existing around him, but he just couldn't catch him.

So what is the real situation?

Xu Heng felt the vulture's sudden burst of emotions, and based on his previous observations, he made a judgment in his mind about the direction of the vulture's attack.

As if he knew it by knowing it, when Xu Heng dodged the attack, he really felt that the opponent's movements became unusually slow, and his five senses became extremely sharp.

After that, he slapped him lightly, and then ran away on tiptoe. Seeing that the vulture was emitting a large amount of purple air like a sauna, he quickly picked up the discarded sword and took off his clothes and tied them up.

All the audiences in the audience enjoyed the performance of spinning tops - Xu Heng threw the sword at the vulture, which was spinning in place and was about to stop, but after hitting the vulture, he quickly pulled it back without any delay, and did not give the opponent any chance to stop it.

He kept changing positions, throwing and pulling it back and forth, throwing and pulling it back, and the vulture followed his movement, controlling the audience for more than ten seconds, leaving them dumbfounded.

The spinning top kept spinning and finally reached the edge of the stage. Xu Heng gave a ghostly smile, threw the sword at the vulture's head, then deliberately made a sound and ran towards him.

Vulture, who was about to suffer a split personality due to the unsynchronized sounds and the sword lights coming from above, waved his short spear around in frustration and dizziness. He had no idea why he had ended up in his current situation.

The next second, the sword was cut off by him. He was delighted, but then he felt a heavy blow on his left ankle. His body fell backwards and he fell off the stage.

When the vulture came to his senses, he only saw a blue sky.

silence.

There was silence.

"Come out...come out! Xu Heng wins!" After Hermes hesitantly announced the victory, the "audience" started cursing.

“Shit!”

"There is definitely something fishy going on!"

"This is fake! Is this an act? This is the stupidest fight!"

Xu Heng did not leave the stage, but squatted on the edge of the stage, looking at the vulture lying on its back, as if it had lost its soul, and said calmly: "It is better to perish together than to hesitate. You can obviously tear off a large piece of meat from the prey while it is still alive, so why do you prefer the scraps on the dead body? You are a human, not a vulture, right?"

After saying that, he ignored him and left the vulture, which suddenly raised its head and tried to struggle to get up and throw the halberd at itself - but was stopped by Julian and carried away to another place.

Xu Heng did not leave the stage immediately. Instead, he stood in the middle of the stage in a cocky manner, put his hands behind his ears, made a gesture of "I can't hear clearly", and shouted loudly to the audience: "Louder! I can't hear you! Didn't you eat? Louder! Don't you know how to curse? You are all trash, huh?"

This time, the students who were closest to the stage were forced to climb onto the stage to hit him. As soon as they put their hands on the stage, their bodies were suspended in the air. "No one is allowed to go onto the stage without permission! If you do it again, you will be disqualified from the exam!"

Hermes shouted in an extremely serious tone, his voice was so loud and his tone was so strong that all the students who wanted to rush to the stage stopped and stopped swearing - no one would argue when the master was likely to be angry.

"Puchi, that's it? Ah, that's all you are going to do? Hahaha... Ouch!" Xu Heng laughed twice, turned around, and continued to mock, and suddenly, he flew out from the stage.

"Get down quickly! If you say another word, I'll throw you down the mountain!" Julian, who couldn't bear it any longer, kicked Xu Heng from behind, kicking him dozens of meters away from the ring - it was more like he pushed him away.

After falling into the snow pile, Xu Heng turned over while cursing softly, and saw that his sword had also been thrown at him, sticking right in front of his crotch, just an inch and a half away.

hiss--

This made him gasp...

"it is good!"

Regarding the teacher's corporal punishment of students, everyone reacted in unison, cheering and applauding.

But Julian, the recipient of the applause, looked at the crowd below the stage who were sometimes angry and sometimes cheering, sighed, and were not happy.

He understood that the emotions of the whole audience were completely controlled by Xu Heng, who simply turned everyone into puppets adapted to his domain.

In the end, you won’t even know how you lost.

From yesterday, Xu Heng's constant making of enemies to now's further ridicule, such a big layout is made to make everyone's emotions follow his will.

Julian gradually saw the situation clearly and felt a chill down his spine. He looked at Xu Heng, who was lying where he fell without even drawing his sword.

I just felt that he was an indescribable unknown terror. If I came into contact with him and became his enemy, it would be hard to imagine when I had fallen into the trap he had set.

How did they do it? We have no idea, and that’s what’s so terrifying.

Or is he deliberately creating this kind of terror?

Perhaps Julie, who also felt strange at this moment, could resonate with Julian.