Male Succubus Apocalypse

Xu Heng did not pay much attention to the subsequent battles, except for those outsiders who were obviously a level higher in strength - especially his next opponent.

A majestic lion defeated its opponent in just three moves.

There was also Jeramet who easily defeated his opponent without even using his fighting spirit.

It's not that Xu Heng was careless about the exam or arrogant, but he suddenly found that during the battle, the feeling of opening the domain was very obvious. If it was just the speeding up of thinking before, now it also affected the five senses.

There was very little fighting in the nest - I was basically beaten and didn't stand a chance, and I didn't know what the domain was. Now that I know the domain and follow Julie's guidance, it's like the first time I knew my ears could move. The feeling is particularly obvious after it is activated.

But it is also very exhausting, as it causes mental and sensory fatigue - you feel sleepy.

Xu Heng finally understood why he always felt drowsy after surviving a disaster. It was because he had been using the domain.

The first round of fighting was over very quickly. In fact, it was very easy to decide the winner when fighting with fighting spirits. Sometimes it was just a matter of a moment. Barehanded fighters did not have the decisive power to decide life or death. However, this was not the case with weapon combat.

The battle with the vultures has been long.

"Ouch, is it my turn again?" Xu Heng was speechless. The second round would last longer because of the physical exhaustion and because he had observed his opponent and prepared secretly, but he was "Number 3".

According to the rules, No. 3 will fight the winner of No. 4.

When Xu Heng just got up, his opponent had already come on stage amid cheers and applause. He was a burly man, at least 1.9 meters tall, holding a two-handed sword with a broad blade. Xu Heng thought the blade was as thick as his thigh.

It's a lion and looks like one.

He has a wide face, some golden beard, fluffy golden hair combed back, restrained eyes but with a sense of arrogance and dominance, and his overall temperament is very mature. His every move is heroic yet elegant.

He has a wide face, some golden beard, fluffy golden hair combed back, restrained eyes but with a sense of arrogance and dominance, and his overall temperament is very mature. His every move is heroic yet elegant.

He exudes extremely strong male hormones, but his face shows that he is actually a young man.

"Come on, 'Mad Lion'! Tear this ugly rat into pieces."

"Defeat him in one move!"

The lion stood on the stage, carrying a big sword, and greeted other outsiders who knew him. It seemed that he was also a famous figure.

Xu Heng has always had an impression of him. Among the outsiders, this man was not only eye-catching, but also often in a central position. However, he did not show too much hostility towards him. Instead, he often mediated the emotions of others.

Is it the king? That’s the feeling, but I still need to confirm whether it is genuine or not, haha, let me check the goods.

Xu Heng stepped onto the stage following the path made by others - Hermes cleared the way, otherwise they might not have let Xu Heng come over.

The fur is shiny but thin and wrinkle-free, like a young lion.

"Your name is Xu Heng, right? My target here is only Jeramet. Although you are a villain, I am willing to be magnanimous and let you go. You'd better step down as soon as possible." The lion's tone was calm, a sincere persuasion, as if an elder was talking to a younger person, but this elder was not overbearing.

The lion's voice was quite loud, as if he was giving a speech, and the crowd below the stage cheered - more people came after others learned of his nickname "Mad Lion".

Oh my, it seems to be very appealing.

Every time the people in the audience cheered, the soul on the opposite side would roar majestically, as if declaring the sovereignty of the territory.

Xu Heng fiddled with his hair and walked closer to the lion. They were only five meters apart. In fact, the test had already begun, but Xu Heng was not afraid: "Jeramet likes to divide the characters into mounts and kings, so are you the king or the mount?" He raised his head and looked into the eyes of the lion.

"Haha, Xu Heng, words like the king and the mount are not something you can say. You'd better get off before I make a move. My patience has limits." The lion narrowed his eyes and chuckled twice, but his tone was a little cold.

"As for me, I think you are neither a mount nor a king, but a jester here to perform." Xu Heng grinned and said very seriously.

"Boom--" With a thunderous blow, the lion smashed the sword from his shoulder as fast as lightning, and the sound of breaking through the air was like the flapping of a bird's wings.

It was not a chop at all, but it was like taking a bag off the shoulder. He used all his strength to throw the sword down, and without letting it slip out of his hand, it was a heavy smash.

Wood chips flew, and several ball-lightning-like cracks appeared where the sword fell.

But Xu Heng had already dodged and retreated a second before he finished speaking.

That explosive emotion was simply telling him that the "lion" was about to pounce on him.

The sword fell to the ground, and a golden fighting spirit rippled across the arena like a wave. Its texture was so solid that Xu Heng felt a push.

The sword rose again, sweeping across, bringing with it golden waves. Xu Heng did not retreat but advanced, caught in the moment when the sword was sweeping up, rolled forward, got under the lion's body, and passed through the lion's crotch in a flash.

"Haha! You're worthy of being a mouse!"

"Drilling through the crotch? You're amazing! Hahaha!"

The audience burst into laughter upon seeing this.

After Xu Heng finished crawling, he started running using his hands and feet. The lion behind him did not hesitate, turned around and caught up with him in one step, and stabbed him from the back. But then, Xu Heng seemed to have eyes on his back and fell down.

The lion slashed with the sword, and Xu Heng rolled to another place one step ahead, crawling on the ground quickly, like a slippery loach.

"Hahaha! Xu Heng! You're going to make me laugh to death! How can I fight if you don't fight back?" Julie's passionate laughter echoed in her mind.

"What do you know? If it's a head-on fight, his fighting spirit will knock me over. That's how the unlucky guy before was swept off the stage!" Xu Heng didn't even turn his head back. He relied entirely on his emotional perception to judge the timing of dodging. The fighting spirit was like a strong wind, and Xu Heng could use it to simulate the lion's general moves.

Some luck is also required.

Xu Heng would not run too far, because he knew that the lion's fighting spirit was AOE damage, and if he ran too far he would be swept away and suffer.

So after crawling for a distance in an extremely ugly posture, it stood up and began to circle around the lion at a distance of about five meters.

Unlike the audience, Lion's expression gradually became serious, because Xu Heng did not lose after three moves. His predictive dodging should not be underestimated. Only when facing Xu Heng could he feel the weirdness of it.

How about this!

"Fighting Skill: Spinning Slash!"

The lion looked coldly at Xu Heng who was running in circles. Holding a big sword, he turned around and slashed 360 degrees with the sword. The fighting spirit turned into a circle of golden ripples, and then suddenly shrank to the lion's body, condensing into a layer of golden skin.

"Spin!" With a loud shout, the lion's body turned like a tornado. The huge sword blade seemed to merge with it, turning into an unclear afterimage. The shrunken fighting spirit was released in an instant, turning into golden crescent sword energy that killed in all directions.

Xu Heng knew that there was no way to avoid this fighting skill that spread across the entire island, so he simply opened his domain, sharpened his senses, and countered with his sword.

The other sword energies dissipated when they left the arena, which should be the work of Hermes.

At first, he was able to dodge a few of the golden wheels, but as they became more and more numerous and denser, Xu Heng had no choice but to fight back with his sword. However, each time, his palm would feel numb.

Then, he couldn't block it anymore, and the golden wheel hit his body, but surprisingly, it felt like a smash, not a cut! The force was strong but not fatal.

But if it was a cat man, he would probably be seriously injured by this wave of attacks, but Xu Heng is a demon! A fourth-level demon!

How tough it is has already been demonstrated before!

The golden whirlwind spun for a few more seconds, then suddenly moved and turned into a stream of golden light, heading straight for Xu Heng who was almost submerged by the golden wheel. The referee did not stop it, which proved that the fight was still going on.

But the lion was confident that Xu Heng must be covered in wounds now, and it would be impossible for him to dodge his attack!

But just as he rushed in front of Xu Heng with the inertia of the rotation, a Taoist robe was thrown in front of him. The moment his vision was blocked, his hand paused, and then he chopped down again, surprising the lion again, but the chop missed.

"Hu——Hu——" panting, Xu Heng, with his bare chest, threw away his clothes and rolled to the other side the moment the lion charged.

Damn! I underestimated Jinlun!

Xu Heng was holding his left rib, holding a slightly bent sword, his body was covered with bruises and red swellings, looking at the lion with a look of disbelief on his face.

His left rib was broken. Xu Heng wanted to resist with his body, but the more he resisted, the more he couldn't bear it. He then tried to use his sword to resist, but the sword broke.

But it is already amazing, but it is not enough, otherwise his cat-man "physique" would still be too abnormal.

"Ugh—" Xu Heng's body became unstable, and he half-knelt down, spitting out a mouthful of blood that he had squeezed out from biting his tongue.

The people in the audience couldn't help but gasp as they watched Xu Heng, who was almost unrecognizable, take a deep breath. It was a miracle that he was still on the stage.

But the referee still didn't stop the game, because under the observation of Hermes and Julian, Xu Heng seemed to be in poor physical condition, but his breathing was still smooth and he could breathe deeply! Instead of gasping in pain, which was obviously wrong.

Xu Heng's physical fitness was obvious to all of them. Fortunately, he at least vomited blood, and he also had an injury on his back, which could be explained a little more reasonably. He avoided many key parts and survived to the extreme while being beaten, which was also in line with his ability in the field.

As long as it doesn't cause excessive suspicion and Xu Heng is still standing on the stage and hasn't admitted defeat, we should continue to give him a chance. If the root cause is not seriously injured, it can be easily healed.

Under the cover of the golden wheel, Xu Heng had the opportunity to transform his back into a scarred one, but he couldn't turn around under such an attack. This required using the sword to defend the lower part and gain space, but his swordsmanship couldn't do that.

There were no more cheers from the audience, but a solemnity instead. This was a respect for Xu Heng's willpower. Even though he was a villain, his spirit of never admitting defeat and never giving up was still admired by the soldiers.

Moreover, forcing a lion to fight is itself a kind of recognition.

"Do you want to continue? Your will deserves my respect. I don't want to defeat you further. As long as you step down now and go to the Silver Class in the future, I can provide you with resources." The Lion did not continue to attack, but began to restore his calm tone and started a new persuasion.

The meaning is very clear. As my subordinate, I give you face and recognize you. I also think you can definitely make it to the silver class. If you step down now, you will be respected and I will get victory, and we both deserve it.

The important thing is that you can still get praise, right? ——Xu Heng mocked in his heart.

"Do you like playing the King's game so much? If you like performing so much, why don't you go to the theater?" Xu Heng stepped on the tip of the sword, straightened the sword while standing up shakily, and then pointed the sword at the lion while speaking.

After saying this, the lion's face turned completely black, and he rushed forward again, but he did not use his fighting spirit, but simply attacked.

From the perspective of outsiders, he just wanted to preserve his strength and not waste it too much, because the exam would be completed within one day, and facing an opponent like Xu Heng who was already a loser, he could simply defeat him.

But only Xu Heng knew that this was not the case. The lion was now very anxious, extremely anxious.

A sword slashed down, and Xu Heng dodged it by leaning sideways. "You get anxious because you don't get applause? If you're not an actor, what are you?"

A sword swept over, but Xu Heng had already squatted down, and the strike missed again, "No need to fight? Are you afraid that people will laugh at you for bullying the weak? Are you fighting for the audience?"

After a kick, Xu Heng blocked his hand and used the force to flip backwards, dodging the slash that came with the kick. "From the moment you stepped onto the stage, you were like a clown, liking to attract attention and applause. So, you want to be the king of the circus, right?"

"Shut up!" The lion roared, and its strikes missed again and again. Every word Xu Heng said was like a hammer hitting his self-esteem, making it impossible for him to remain rational.

Stepping forward, Xu Heng stopped running and thrust out a sword. The lion was not expecting this and thought that he would continue to run away like a mouse, but unexpectedly he fought back. He quickly swung his sword to intercept him. "Is it the king who is being surrounded, or is it because he is the king that he is being surrounded?"

Half of the broken sword flew into the sky. Xu Heng's arm did not stop, holding the half of the sword without the tip, and pressed it against the neck of the lion with its sword wide open.

Because the sword was broken, his hand did not stop due to the huge inertia. The shortened sword body was also more flexible, and in one move, he reached the opponent's fatal point.

"This is what a king is. The words of the world are nothing but advice, and the hearts of the world are nothing but the hearts of the subjects. They all follow the king. If the king does not follow them, why would he listen to them and seek them?" Xu Heng looked deeply into the lion's shocked eyes, and slowly uttered each word, "The king is the only one in the world. I am independent and look down on the heroes!"

All the words just now were spoken in a voice that only a lion could hear.

"Xu Heng wins!" Seeing that the two men were frozen and Xu Heng had already put the sword to his throat, Hermes declared him the winner.

"Impossible! It's fake!"

"Mad Lion! You're a piece of trash!"

"Why don't you use Dou Qi!"

When victory is declared, witness a farce of monkeys scattering when the tree falls.

Abuse came from all directions, all directed at the lion.

"Ah, it seems that Jeramet really discussed the question of 'king and mount' with you. The other 'crown prince', I was shortsighted." The lion sighed, straightened up, and looked at the sky with some emotion, "I lost, and lost completely."

Big ups and big downs, big praise and big losses.

"Shut your mouth!" The roar shook the sky, like a real lion. The voice of one person drowned out all the insults. His violent eyes swept across the audience, and a truly unrivaled aura emanated invisibly.

The world is quiet again.

The lion picked up the sword, nodded deeply to Xu Heng, turned around and was about to leave.

"'All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects', 'Whatever the emperor's will is possible, and whatever the emperor's orders are, all obey.' I am not the king, I just know how to be a king. I will not join your fight, and winning against you is just luck." Xu Heng shrugged and said loudly.

This made the lion, who had just turned his back, pause. "Ha...hahaha!" He looked up to the sky and laughed. "Then you are my subject! The subject I will fight for!"

After that, the lion came to the edge of the ring, pointed his sword at Jeramet at the end of the crowd, and shouted, "He is mine!"

Then he walked off the stage gracefully, and no one knew where he was going.