Male Succubus Apocalypse

"Clap--"

After two slaps, Xu Heng opened his eyes in a daze and saw himself being lifted onto the stage.

The person who mentioned himself and the person who slapped himself awake were the same person - Julian.

"Wake up, kid. I can't wait for you that long. You wasted a bottle of my healing potion. I'll settle the score with you later!" Julian said, loosening his hand and letting Xu Heng climb onto the stage by himself.

I quickly stood up and touched my ears - they were still there. I touched my body and found that all the wounds had healed.

Fainting was not due to exhaustion, but the body automatically remained in the deformed state, almost like a nap.

That bottle of medicine really doesn't look simple.

Looking at his body, apart from the scars that are still there, it is hard to tell that he was covered with wounds just now.

"Heng...Brother Heng, come on!" Suddenly, a somewhat shy voice came from behind. Xu Heng turned around and saw Lin Keweichi, whose face was still red but who no longer avoided his gaze.

He gave a thumbs-up, then his face darkened and he turned to his last opponent - Jeramet, who was on the other side of the ring, holding two scimitars and looking at him quietly.

Why is he said to be the last opponent? Because among Xu Heng’s countless plans, none of them could defeat him.

In fact, Xu Heng wanted to just admit defeat, since he had already made it to the top four - after all, he was already standing on the stage.

Xu Heng defeated Lin Keweiqi by pleasing her, letting her feet land first, resulting in a rule victory.

Basically, in the three battles, except for the battle with the lion, Xu Heng relied on the ring environment itself to win, but it is also recognized that making use of the environment can reflect his combat IQ.

"start!"

Hermes announced again. The audience was very quiet at this time. After three rounds of fighting, no one dared to underestimate Xu Heng. Even though he fought ugly, winning three times in a row against different types of opponents was a kind of strength in itself.

Without actually facing him, they didn't dare to say they could win.

And this time with Jeramet, they dare not act recklessly. This is the greatest respect for the strong.

"Om-"

Just like a heavy hammer hitting an ancient bell, purple-black fighting spirit mixed with a cold breath erupted from Jeramet's body like a volcano.

The feeling of oppression was as if a tsunami as tall as skyscrapers was crushing towards him from all directions. Xu Heng's internal organs seemed to be automatically squeezed together, making him feel tense and depressed.

As if something was forcibly crushed out, a faint gray halo appeared on the surface of Xu Heng's body, slightly relieving the heavy pressure that had just been placed on him.

Otherwise, facing this suffocatingly huge wave of fighting spirit and death energy, Xu Heng would have been forced to his knees long ago.

This was a physiological resistance, which forced Xu Heng's body to automatically release the fighting spirit.

At this moment, what was before his eyes was not Jeramet, but an unknown being filled with hatred, murderous intent, and chill.

The night owl in the soul flew towards the full moon and covered the bright light with its wings, plunging the world into a dark night, leaving only a pair of scarlet eyes.

"boom--"

As if in response to Jeramette, the people in the audience, one after another, burst out with their fighting spirit. In the purple-black night, there was the familiar purple mist of the vulture, the golden ripples of the lion, and the red light of Linkovich.

It wasn't a grudge party, but Jelamet was firing on all cylinders, causing everyone present to react.

When faced with a threat to life, living things instinctively resist or escape.

"Xu Heng, I will go all out against you." Unlike the majestic and terrifying momentum, Jeramette's tone was still so calm. Even though his body had been covered by his own fighting spirit, his "unforgivable" eyes were still two devilish suns emitting black light.

Damn it! Jeramet! You are a ghost! Whoever wants to fight, fight! I don't want to play anymore!

Xu Heng felt like he was standing on a vast black sea with nowhere to stand. He had no intention of swimming and was about to turn around and step down. However, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Xu Heng, aren't you going to 'save' him?" It was Julie's voice.

"What do you mean? What do you mean by 'save'? I can't even save myself!" Xu Heng paused.

"You tore the skin of each beast, sewed new clothes on some of them, and dug out the flesh of others. What did you do so much for?"

"Tsk, I just don't want to see a world full of kids running around with AK47s. If I can teach them, I'll teach them. If I can't, I'll make sure they can't fire a gun at all!"

I don't want the world to become a mental hospital filled with ABC Krollitz! In this place where geniuses gather and beasts shine, Xu Heng feels that he can grab as many as he can.

"Although I don't understand what you are saying, if I tell you now that this dark elf has a huge amount of death energy and has been intentionally cursed by someone, if I don't solve the problem, he will either become a killing machine or his soul will be devoured by the death energy that will eventually backfire, what will you do?"

"Tsk...you! MD! Why did you tell me! Damn it!"

Xu Heng also cursed a few words in real life, and when he was about to turn around, he paused and turned back stiffly.

"How to do it!"

"Get close to him! Throw me in! Get hidden!"

"Md! I'm a devil!"

"Shut up! Xu Heng! You're just a freak at best!"

He took a deep breath, even clasped his hands together and made the Christian prayer gesture in public, then gripped his sword tightly, shook his legs, and took a stance to meet the enemy.

Xu Heng was unable to concentrate on feeling the ease and power that the gray halo brought to his body.

He felt like a poor man rowing a small leaf boat against the current on a rough black sea.

"Very good, Xu Heng, you did not choose to escape. You defeated one opponent after another. Now, see if you can prevent yourself from being defeated." There was a hint of appreciation in Jelamet's voice.

"Swish--" As soon as the words fell, the purple-black fighting spirit in the sky disappeared completely, along with Jeramet's figure.

The next second, Xu Heng caught a glimpse of a gliding wing. Without waiting for a reaction, he instinctively raised his sword to block. A scimitar appeared with a lightning-like afterimage and collided with Xu Heng's sword.

Instead of continuing the fight, Xu Heng made a prompt decision, released the force, and leaped to the side. Coincidentally, another scimitar was about to chop off his waist. It was a close call, but he managed to avoid it in mid-air.

He landed on his back after a leap, turned quickly and raised his sword to block. He didn't run away because it was impossible to run away with that kind of explosive power.

But Jelamet did not continue to attack. Instead, he twirled the scimitar in his hand and looked at Xu Heng with a slight smile on his face. A set of dark mist shrank and adhered to his body like armor, making Jelamet look like an invisible object. "I have always been curious about how you predict attacks. Is it your domain? Is it your fighting spirit? It seems that it is your different five senses."

Sweating profusely, sweating profusely, sweating all over.

Xu Heng clenched his teeth and did not respond. He was indeed a genius among geniuses, extremely sharp. And he even let it go!

"Julie! There's no chance to take you out! If I do, it will be a violation and I will be sent off the court. I will have to fight him in close combat, but I can't do it!" Xu Heng shouted in his heart in despair.

"That has nothing to do with me. It's your own choice! Use your invincible psychological warfare tactics!" Julie responded frivolously.

"Huh? You think I'm not losing fast enough!" Xu Heng shouted.

Jeramet moved again because he found that Xu Heng's eyes were a little dull - according to his observation, every time Xu Heng started to think, he would always make an unexpected counterattack.

Put out this flame!

Emotional perception alarm bells started ringing—but not from Jelamet, but from the audience!

Xu Heng quickly came to his senses and tried to fight back, but with a "clang" sound, his arm went numb and the sword slipped out of his hand. Because he was distracted and his center of gravity was unstable, he fell backwards.

Hold on! A curved knife passed by the tip of his nose, and Xu Heng even saw his own face on the blade.

With his hands supporting himself, Xu Heng luckily bent down and avoided Jeramet's formula attack.

Without waiting for Jeramet to react, he pushed with his hand, tensed his waist, kicked with his legs, and kicked Jeramet's unguarded foot.

As luck would have it, he knocked Jeramet down. Amid the explosion of fighting spirit, Xu Heng quickly grabbed Jeramet's hand who was lying on him, trying his best to control him.

The strange purple-black fighting spirit was like a crazy tick, constantly drilling into Xu Heng's body through his facial features and skin.

"If you want to live, let go!" Jeramet's anxious voice came.

After Xu Heng heard Julie’s words: “Don’t worry about it! Pull his ears! Elves’ ears are very sensitive!”

With a desperate posture, he loosened his hands, clasped Jeramet's pointed ears with both hands and began to pull. Just as he was about to stand up and swing the blade, his body softened, and one of the suspended blades pierced Xu Heng's abdomen, while the other brushed past Xu Heng's face and slammed into the round table.

But Xu Heng did not feel as much pain as before, because the death energy that had penetrated into his body began to gather towards the wound under the control of his soul.

Dead Qi has no healing ability and may corrode nerves! To weaken the pain, this is the method Julie taught in a panic, so that Xu Heng would not faint again, and the remaining medicine in his body can still fight against the corrosion of dead Qi later.

do my best!

He spat out a mouthful of blood onto Jeramet's shocked face, then in the mist, he took out Julie's small cup from the space and opened it while his adrenaline was secreted, then put the cup away before Jeramet could use his hands to wipe the blood.

"Come on! Bastard! I haven't lost yet! Come on! I won't stop until I beat you into a firework!" Xu Heng coughed up blood foam and shouted, covering Jeramet's mouth, then whispered with difficulty: "If you don't want to die, stay here and don't move!"

Outside, Hermes saw Xu Heng being engulfed by Jeramette's fighting spirit and was about to take action to stop him, but Xu Heng's shouting made him stop tacitly.

At the same time, he gave Julian a look, telling him not to take action.

But Julian didn't care. He drew his sword and was about to go on stage, but Hermes dodged and blocked his way with his arms outstretched.

"You want to make that kid crazy again?" Julian said coldly.

"Don't you know Jeramet's situation? If he goes on like this, no one will accept him as a disciple even if he enters the silver class! Why not let Xu Heng give it a try!" Hermes responded in a low voice.

"Try? How can he do what I can't do? You believe in a first-level necromancer! You are crazy!" Julian said excitedly, and wanted to bypass Hermes to go to the ring. Then, a quick punch with white fighting spirit came over.

Under the shocked gazes of the audience, Hermes and Julian actually wrestled with each other. However, it was more like Hermes unilaterally harassing Julian and using various ground techniques to stop Julian rather than fighting.

Heng! Hurry up! Your life is also slipping away! I can't hold on to this old man for a few seconds!

"Woo--" Jeramet slapped Xu Heng's hand away and was about to get up, but suddenly his body trembled, his eyes became dazed, and the purple-black gas around him began to swirl and shrink, pouring into Jeramet's body.

When Jeramet's eyes recovered, they were clear yet puzzled, surprised yet terrified. He pressed one hand on the wound where Xu Heng was pierced, slightly stopping the bleeding, and looked at him seriously, "Why? Who are you?"

"Because owls are active at night and hide during the day, but you have been in the dark all the time and have never had a rest. I especially want to see whether animals born in the dark will die when exposed to the light." Xu Heng smiled and said with blood in his eyes.

"Gululu" another mouthful of blood, but it was black.

Jeramet frowned, and wanted to stand up, but said, "No."

"Okay!" Xu Heng grabbed his collar forcefully, and then blood splattered again, but this time it was not Xu Heng's, but Jeramette's.

While he was not paying attention, Xu Heng grabbed the sword that fell beside him and thrust it into Jeramet's heart.

"You..." With his eyes wide open, Jelamet looked at Xu Heng's teasing and joking eyes in disbelief, and then his consciousness gradually began to blur.

"You ask who I am? I'm a veterinarian who performs heart transplants on animals!" This was the last voice Jeramet heard before he rushed into the darkness.

He didn't understand the meaning.

I just feel some regret and resentment. I regret that I blindly trusted someone just like before, and at the same time I resent myself for not being able to fulfill my obsession.

But what he felt more was a kind of relief, which he had always regarded as cowardice.

It was as if my own obsession, my own anger, my own hatred, everything I had always relied on and thought was the reason for me to become strong, had all turned into shackles instead of aids to my progress.

It seemed like I had been deceiving myself about something, and when I finally looked back, I found myself still standing in the same place, without having grown at all.

He was tired. He was too tired. All this time, even though he had neglected his body and knew that he was overdrawing his life, he thought that just being strong was enough.

But when death really came, he found that he was still afraid and unwilling. However, he was not afraid of not being able to fulfill his wish of "killing all the dark elves" or unwilling to die "without killing one more dark elf", but because he had not enjoyed a life dancing in the light...