My life can't be a harem game!

It was like they were sparring with each other, and rather than actually fighting and delivering a fatal blow to the other party, it was more like communicating through this method.

Beating, beating his mentor non-stop...

The face was slightly different from the one in my memory. He no longer looked murderous, his eyes were no longer filled with loneliness, and he no longer looked like he would surely die if he did not strike...

He had a young face, and his attacks were not heavy. Each of his moves was not very aggressive, but just ordinary and simple. He was just relying on his skills to suppress me. The only thing that was similar to my memory was probably that lonely and calm eyes. No matter how I tried to suppress him, his charm remained unchanged, with those calm and aloof eyes.

His strength was far inferior to his own, so he adopted the most practical method, which was to wrap himself tightly around his left arm. Both arms were accurately stuck in the joints of his left arm, making it impossible for him to exert force. When his right arm punched towards his left arm, it would become sluggish because it was a part of his body.

Like an ant gnawing at an elephant, it slowly erodes itself, wanting to fail, but unfortunately...

"It's in vain, teacher. The one ten years later is stronger than me, but the me ten years ago was able to defeat you now!"

Grabbing the God of Death's head with his hand, the Archangel tried to pull it off by force. At the moment he exerted force, the God of Death loosened one of his hands, and his body turned in an instant with the force exerted by the Archangel, and kicked the Archangel's chin hard with his right leg.

The blow was not light. Even the archangel with an extremely strong physique felt a little dizzy when he received such a blow. It was not just the opponent's strength. The kinetic energy generated by his own strength just now was almost used up and returned to his body at the same time.

"It hurts."

He squinted his eyes and spoke softly. He was not in a hurry to continue attacking the God of Killing. Instead, he clenched his right fist and punched the God of Killing fiercely. A shrill sonic boom sounded, but the God of Killing immediately let go of his hand and spun around to absorb the force of the punch before falling to the ground. However, before he landed, another punch slammed into the God of Killing's chest fiercely...

[A pretty good punch]

The God of Killer's face was covered in blood. He said calmly that this was the first time in his memory that he was forced to change his fighting style by a punch from his opponent. His apprentice did not slack off just because he was a warrior standing at the forefront of this era, and he has been enriching himself...

[wcnm, it hurts so much, please end the fight quickly, or my body will not be able to bear it]

Just when the God of Killing was sighing at his disciple's incredibly rapid progress, he felt a cry of pain in his heart. Although part of the pain was transferred to the God of Killing because he was now in control of the body, most of the pain was still concentrated on Lu Fengxian who was hidden in the body. Although he had been enduring every attack, Lu Fengxian could now see that this guy was obviously playing a strange game of sparring with the archangel. It was not that excessive for you to spar with me, but it was really excessive for you to use my body to spar with me.

Every time the stick swept across my skin, I felt a burning pain. Every time I was hit, I felt my bones screaming, especially the heavy blow to my head. To be honest, I didn't die because I was stubborn...

「What an impatient person. But just like he said, the battle is almost over.」

Naturally, he understood Lu Fengxian's inner dissatisfaction, and the God of Death shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He hadn't materialized for such a long time, and this time he wanted to experience it for a longer time. However, since the original owner had already spoken...

[Then I had no choice but to do it.]

His eyes were still calm, but his aura suddenly changed, with a heavy murderous intent and wailing crows...

The sounds and scenes that had never really existed in front of him now appeared before him. The demi-humans who had been cheering stopped cheering, and the middle-level demi-humans who had not paid much attention to the match began to watch the two humans fighting in the duel seriously. For some reason, their heartbeats were speeding up a little bit, as if they felt what was going to happen next.

"Teacher, my God, are you finally going to use your full strength!?" There was a ferocious and arrogant smile on the young face. The Great Angel licked the blood at the corner of his lips with his tongue. The iron rod in his hand was placed horizontally in front of him in a defensive posture. He looked at the killing god with a huge skull slowly emerging behind him with fear and expectation.

Without the corresponding abilities, it is absolutely impossible to become a killer. Whether it is conversation skills or the use of advantages in all aspects, it is necessary. It is naturally best to be able to eliminate the target without being discovered by anyone. Even if it is not possible, in that case, how to eliminate the target is also the first goal.

It was achieved. He killed the target every time. The accumulation of times finally earned him the title of the strongest killer!

He had never shown the most realistic killing to himself before, but ten years later he could be called the incarnation of the god of death...

God is dead

It was a strange skull formed by black mist, with thousands of faces of various colors connected to the Internet shaking constantly on it, spitting out black miasma. The eye sockets and nose were deeply sunken, with red light shining in them, as if the howling of ghosts and wolves from another world were constantly pouring out of it, symbolizing evil, disaster and death!

Is it magic or something else? No one knows, but what is certain is that the Archangel is in big trouble!

Hey hahahaha——!!!

He rushed towards the archangel with a fierce smile. The black skull was so scary and horrible. He collided directly with the archangel holding the iron rod. The terrifying air wave and the black mist symbolizing the concept of death permeated his whole body in an instant...

If it was just the air wave that had an effect on the archangel, the effect would have been almost negligible. However, the death energy that invaded his body instantly suppressed his vitality to the lowest level. The rushing air wave almost became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"My justice is still... not enough..."

He kept his back straight until the moment he fainted, and he never regretted it until he was rushed out of the duel arena. The archangel's body fell heavily outside the arena, and with the loud shouts of the demon referee, the semi-final ended.

262. Success is only one step away

My whole body was in pain, breathing was very labored, and I felt very light-headed. It had been a long time since I had felt this way...

Cold, weak, and a feeling of powerlessness welling up from the deepest part of my heart. My muscle fibers and internal organs were all warning me that they were overwhelmed...

I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time. The physical pain and discomfort are only one aspect. The main reason is the inner disappointment. I have been chasing for so long and working so hard but still haven't succeeded in surpassing. I should say that the master is worthy of being my master...

Obviously, even though there is a huge gap between my current self and myself ten years later, my current soul is undoubtedly the same as ten years later, and the opponent is also using the body from ten years ago. I should have been fighting him on an equal footing, but I lost so completely. What can I say?

"The defeat is not unjust."

He lay on the ground thinking for a long time, closing his eyes to rest for a long time. Finally, the archangel struggled and tried to get up from the ground, but because of the coldness coming from inside his body, he suddenly became numb and fell to the ground with a listless face.

It is a kind of thought that directly affects the concept of life. You won't know it unless you touch it directly. It is a kind of thought that is useless when it touches dead objects, but will play the greatest role once it touches a living body. It directly invades your body, destroying the original vitality, body cells, internal organs, etc.

He was struggling on the grass and unable to get up. Just when the archangel was in the most embarrassing moment, several figures came to his side. Several people used one hand to support his strong body with great difficulty.

"Are you alright, Chief?"

Their faces were equally young, their bodies equally immature, but in their eyes there was already a fire of faith. It was precisely because of this faith that they were able to break free from that hellish place.

Hell Nursery...

Although this term has become a thing of the past in the past few months, because the director of the nursery was completely eliminated, the entire place that originally transported young children to various dark places in the world was completely destroyed.

Many organizations have hated them. After all, so-called children themselves symbolize infinite possibilities. They can be trained to become killers, grow into very valuable organs, become pedophiles for sale, and be used for all kinds of crazy experiments.

Because the value is so great, the damage caused after the disappearance of the Hell Orphanage is so great. Most of the dark organizations absolutely do not like the person who turned the Hell Orphanage over, even if sooner or later new evil people will come to meet their needs. At least in the short term, there will be considerable losses.

Because of this, they are unfriendly and attacks come from all directions. It is true that the archangel is strong, but if the attack comes from all directions, he will definitely not be able to defend it alone.

As for seeking asylum in a certain country? It was just a joke. The orphans in the Hell Orphanage were originally transported from various countries around the world. Their identities, ages, origins, names... everything was completely deleted. In a sense, they were people who never existed but really existed. If they rashly sought asylum in any country, they might be betrayed.

All the young men who had previous combat experience, including women, drank the dark potion developed in the Hell Orphanage. They learned all the properties of those potions from the archangel who knew from somewhere how to use the exact dosage each time and how to prevent the body from collapsing after using a certain potion each time.

They basically don't look like children in their teens. They are huge in size and have distinct muscles. Many women who could be considered girls before they had their first menstruation have experienced their first time and become girls.

It was this group of people who came to welcome the archangel. Although their faces were young, there was a burning faith in each of their eyes.

"Justice, are you okay?"

The young girl who had been in the same bed with the archangel not long ago now knelt beside him with heartache, wiping the blood on his body with her delicate hands using pure cotton. She felt so distressed that she didn't feel happy even when the archangel won, not to mention that he looked like he was dying and in defeat now.

"Call me Archangel, don't call me by that name..." The Archangel was helped up from the ground. His eyes were calm. He didn't feel at all that he had just been defeated. He just felt quite weak.

I have discarded my real name a long time ago, the symbol of a life that was ravaged by others. What I need is the real strong self now. I am afraid that only this thing that entered the same period as me can be remembered.

"Okay, Archangel..."

Not shaken at all by the opponent's tactlessness, the girl used all her strength to prop up one of the opponent's arms, and then with the support of several other orphans on the other side, she walked out of the field with difficulty. Although some demi-humans came along the way and wanted to provide emergency treatment to the archangel, they were rejected. Orphans will always be orphans no matter where they are. They depend on each other and they only trust each other whom they know.

It was undoubtedly extremely impolite to leave the battlefield without even saying hello. As the winner of this battle, Lu Fengxian had a certain right to speak, and he could give the other party words of approval or a cheap ridicule...

But none of this can be done.

On the one hand, it was because Lu Fengxian and the archangel really had nothing to talk about. After all, from his subjective point of view, the compatibility between him and the other party was not high at all. He basically remembered nothing except that he seemed to have saved his life. Even when he was leaning over his future self, he had never said anything to him and had no idea what there was to talk about.

On the other hand, it was because of the pain.

Will the winner still feel pain?

This is actually a very stupid question. Even if you have ten people beating up one person, you are likely to be injured by the opponent's desperate counterattack, not to mention the existence of an inhuman physique like the Archangel. Part of the reason why the battle lasted so long was that the God of Death was unwilling to really deal with the opponent, and part of the reason was...

"Can you change the trick you used to deal with the archangel?"

Cold sweat oozed out of his head. Lu Fengxian said with gnashing teeth and a ferocious face, staring at his arms. He was unable to speak a relatively normal word because of the pain. The words he said to the God of Death were as hard to detect as the buzz of a mosquito...

There was something wrong with the hand, or rather, it looked quite normal but was actually quite abnormal. The same fingers, the same skin, but inside was -

It's twisted and twirled like a towel!

That's right, that bastard, the God of Death, used his body like twisting a towel. Although it looked blurry to others, he could see it clearly. The move that directly defeated the Archangel was to first emit black mist from his body, then break the bones of his two hands, and forcefully twist them into a fan-like shape to condense the black mist...

It hurts so much!

If a towel could make a sound every time it was twisted, I think I would definitely say this. After all, this is a kind of pain that the body can never endure. The feeling of bones being instantly twisted into pieces is something that ordinary people definitely don't want to experience.

My breathing was about to stop, and the pain I felt at that moment was even greater than the maximum I could feel. I even had the illusion that I had fallen into hell and that the pain I felt was the torture in hell.

There is no exaggeration in it. This was the feeling that the God of Killing gave him at that time.

"Then, can you please tell me how a lucky and powerful human like you feel after defeating your opponent?"

Flying from the sky, the hobbit landed next to Lu Fengxian. The hobbit smiled and wanted Lu Fengxian to answer her questions. As a hobbit who could be sent to the stage to give a speech, her strength was naturally in the middle level. Although those low-level sub-humans could not see it, she could see it clearly. There was no murderous aura in the previous battle between her and the archangel. It was just like a competition...

He used his most powerful trick, exposed his trump card, and solved the problem of his opponent in one go!

Because the last move was not very clear, the hobbit who was floating in the air and observing came to this conclusion in his mind. Yes, this man won very easily and happily, and it was quite normal for him to answer a few questions in this mood.

I had never dared to ask before. Some of the sub-humans who came from the most remote areas couldn't even utter a decent word. Interviewing them was just like humans interviewing animals in the animal world. There was no common language. But those who were slightly educated generally relied on their own strength and expressed an indifferent attitude towards questions from reporters like me. If the other party didn't answer when asking casually, it would be a slap in the face.

One is to have the corresponding cultural knowledge, and the capital to attract the audience, but at the same time, you can't be too arrogant to answer all your own questions...

It would be difficult to find such a person among the demi-humans, but I know the customs and habits of the human world. For a man like this, I should be a little bit—

Temptation.

Even leaning forward slightly, the originally thin clothes deliberately revealed a large area of snow-white chest. Human males like to get special women into bed to prove their strength. If this is the case, I will seduce him a little bit, which can make him answer my questions obediently, and maybe I can have a sleepless night tonight...

“Hey…”

This was certainly not Lu Fengxian laughing, but the sound of him gritting his teeth to hold back a scream. His eyes turned red at some point as he stared at the harpy, the desire for destruction in his heart kept rising.

There are many people who lose their minds because of pain. Some can suppress it, while those who really can't suppress it will relieve the pain through venting. What Lu Fengxian wants to do now is to suppress the harpy in front of him and beat it up, and then do whatever he wants on her body that has completely lost consciousness due to the beating.

Lu Fengxian was a little scared of the sudden strong and dark desire in his heart, but at the same time, he was so uncontrollable. Yes, just like now, he completely revealed his dark side. This is, this is the real -

"Snapped!"

Just when Lu Fengxian was about to lose control of himself, a figure rushed onto the duel stage like lightning and slapped Habby hard. The crisp and loud sound startled Lu Fengxian, who woke up instantly and looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly rushed onto the stage.

"Neil?" Lu Fengxian murmured in a low voice. His ferocious face covered in blood and his low murmurs showed his viciousness.

He was a little dazed by the sudden slap. After he woke up, he immediately realized that his face was completely lost by the slap in public. The harpy host covered his face and said in a fierce voice, "How dare you hit me like this!?"

"Um, sorry...it seems I didn't hit him hard enough."

He raised his eyebrows, looked at her sideways, said an apology and added a few words at the end, then a black shadow suddenly appeared on Neil's back and blew away the harpy that was pointing at him. This time the wing flapping was a little more powerful, so the harpy fainted where he fell after being knocked away, and he was not aware of what was happening, but he didn't say anything.

Only Lu Fengxian and Neil were still standing on the duel field, but this situation soon disappeared. Neil came to Lu Fengxian with a serious expression, looked at his arm, which seemed normal on the surface, and hugged him with his delicate arms. Two black, small and exquisite wings stretched out from his shoulder blades, and disappeared on the spot with a slight flap.

It's not an illusion caused by extremely fast speed, but a real disappearance that happens suddenly out of thin air!

"Oh my, this is a really surprising demi-human. Moves with time attributes are rare already, and now there's even a move with space attributes..."

In a dark room, the bored demon who had been staring at the screen narrowed his eyes, picked up a donut beside him and ate half of it with a snap, then licked his bright red lips and murmured with anticipation.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

263. Racial honor is inviolable

"It's just like smelting. The steel keeps spinning and swirling and finally condenses into a whole piece of super alloy. Although it looks much thinner, its mass has become much larger... I personally suggest you go find a blacksmith. This situation is more like being reforged than being sick."

The above is what the most famous doctor in Ghost King City said. Professionals do specialized things, so he must admit that he cannot treat this injury, or whether this is an injury or not is still something that needs to be investigated.

"How should I put it? It's a little strange how bones can be solidified to become something like steel... The most important thing right now is to add fuel so that he can complete his transformation more thoroughly and cool down the temperature inside the bones, otherwise these hands will be useless in the future."

This paragraph was excerpted from the best blacksmith in Ghost King City. Before he could add the solution later, Neil held a dagger to his throat. Otherwise, he would probably have to continue arguing over this strange body.

The largest glassware was obtained in the north of the city, the entire condensation potion of an alchemist was robbed in the south of the city, and a set of diving equipment was obtained from a smuggler in the west of the city...

The last scene that appeared was Lu Fengxian floating inside the big glass ball like a test subject, with a breathing tube leading to the outside in his mouth, and his entire body was completely blocked from movement.

My hands felt a little more comfortable. Although the warmth coming from all directions made my body quite cold, the pain in my hands was suppressed by the warmth coming from all directions.

The arm bones are twisted like a towel...

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

Lu Fengxian said softly with red eyes.

"Relax, it's going to be fine, it's definitely going to be fine."

Outside the glass container, Neil whispered with concern, but these words had no effect on Lu Fengxian. He was still in so much pain that he was about to die. The pain that kept coming from his hands was not just simple pain, but more of a sore, numb and itchy feeling, stimulating his nerve endings to prevent him from completely losing consciousness. This was probably the feeling of wanting to faint but not being able to...

"God of Killing, why do you treat me like this!?"

In the midst of severe pain, Lu Fengxian did not forget to grit his teeth at the God of Death in his mind. Knowing that he had no experience at all, he used such a move. It was true that he won, but the problem was that this extremely painful victory was not a victory at all. At least, the victory he knew should not be like this...

[I just want you to know the price of our possession]

The cold and ruthless voice of the God of Killing echoed in Lu Fengxian's heart. Just as the God of Killing said, if Lu Fengxian didn't know the price they had to pay for each possession, it would actually be quite dangerous. He himself ten years later was a completely different person from Lu Fengxian ten years ago, both in terms of soul, skills and body. If Lu Fengxian ten years ago was just an ordinary person with mediocre qualifications, then he and others ten years later would definitely have reached the realm of demigod.

Every time you use those tricks, you have to bear far more than the punishment imposed by fate, but more of the physical discomfort. It's like a computer from a hundred years ago is suddenly forcibly installed with software accessories from a hundred years later. Although there are no big problems in using it, the impact of a crash is devastating.