My life can't be a harem game!

About a hundred years ago, there was a small conflict with a team of ten angels. About thirty harpies, under the command of Rola, defeated and captured the entire team of angels, proving the harpies' status as the overlords of the sky.

It was precisely because of his real achievements that all the harpies were impressed and elected Rola as the leader in an election.

He has been in office for the shortest time. As a sub-human, he is quite young. Most of the time, few people are willing to carry out his orders...

These extremely annoying things did not cause her any fluctuations. She remained sitting on the throne in a resting posture, saying nothing. The wise man was speechless, watching everything that happened in silence.

The strongest male competition this time was not given enough attention. The Hobbits are a weak race. It would be fine if the outstanding males did not suffer any harm in the competition. However, it would be difficult to regret if something really happened. The death of an outstanding male does not only symbolizes his own death, but more of the loss of the world's outstanding genes.

When encountering a relatively strong opponent, he ordered the outstanding male harpy to retreat to avoid injury. He has been observing the development of the entire game and paying attention to the changes in the wind of each person.

Either becoming stronger or weak, either evil or righteous, each one is dazzling, each one is so brilliant.

I really like to observe the wind on each of them, whether it is strong or weak, Rola likes to watch it. Those seemingly weak winds can sometimes form invincible storms, and those strong storms can sometimes become extremely fragile. It is really beautiful...

What she saw was enough to make her trip here worthwhile, so Rola didn't care about anything else. As a hobbit, she was firmly ranked in the top five of all sub-human races, but the total number of words she spoke throughout the game was not even more than that of the goblin, who was ranked ninth.

I'm really looking forward to it...

I was already looking forward to this competition at the beginning, but I didn't expect that my expectations would get higher and higher as it went on, to the point where I can't see through any of the three contestants.

A black-clad human whose wind surges up from time to time like an unstable storm, a human who is shrouded in several kinds of storms and whose true appearance is unknown, and a minotaur who can't feel the wind at all, but gives me the feeling of being as stable as a continent...

"But seriously, the entire arena is shrouded in an ominous wind. What's going on? Well, it's none of my business anyway."

At the end, Ruola simply gave up thinking, turned her head comfortably, and continued to look at the stage...

...........

Maybe, perhaps, possibly...

I can win!

However, some people are not sure whether they will lose!

Taking a deep breath and then exhaling fiercely, Lu Fengxian looked uncertainly at the tall and strong man opposite. He was still wearing the sexy black tights, and in his hand was still a black iron rod forged from an unknown black substance. The scars on his exposed palm almost covered his entire hand. A closer look revealed that the areas covered by the tights on his body were uneven, and were obviously scars.

He was half squatting on the ground, holding a thick black iron rod on one side of his collarbone, with his head tilted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sparse shouts continued to be heard from the spectator stands in all directions. The previous battles were a little more insightful because of the different standpoints of the different races. The dragon-men's fire-breathing and the earth-shaking bull's power to tear the earth apart completely in an instant were all highlights and exciting places!

However, if it were two of the same race, the interest would be greatly reduced. After all, people of the same race know each other very well and there is no difference, especially the human race.

There were only two people who appeared out of a huge population of billions, and yet there was nothing dazzling about the moves of both of them. They were not much different from fighting with the most ordinary sub-humans, and they were basically just hitting each other.

It was quite boring and tedious, but considering that both sides possessed very strong strength, it was still something to look forward to. However, most of the demi-humans still remained skeptical. After all, everyone still remembered the little tricks of humans last time. Precisely because they remembered them, they had no interest. Only a small number of demi-humans cheered up and prepared to watch the game carefully.

"I love you as I love God."

"Yeah, I know a little bit."

"I will go all out and use all my strength to defeat you!"

There were banging sounds coming from his body. His height increased rapidly because his whole body was exerting strength. The archangel, who was originally about two meters and three meters tall, quickly grew to two meters and eighty meters. His solid muscles looked vaguely terrifying.

Meow meow meow! ?

what's the situation?

Although I don’t think Archangel will just give up the game and let me pass, the question is what kind of situation is it now?

It feels like he is trying to perform beyond his level rather than holding back! ?

"Maybe there's something wrong?"

Lu Fengxian tried hard to suppress the urge to curse at the other party, but in return the other party changed his posture, and it was obvious that he had entered a state of accumulating power.

That's right, he wanted to kill himself, and it must be a very strong desire.

What did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this?

Finally it became...

"Give it your all."

Lu Fengxian said softly, as if he was issuing a challenge to the other party, and then he paid the price for his casual words in the next second. The archangel appeared in front of him in an instant and kicked him in the waist and abdomen.

The severe pain was accompanied by a dizzy feeling, and he fell to the ground more than ten meters away. The moment he landed, he instinctively adjusted his body and landed steadily on the ground, but there was still a taste of blood in his mouth.

It was a simple and rough attack, directly and effectively hitting his body. His body, which should have been harder than iron, suffered such a blow at that moment that he felt like it was collapsing.

"That was a powerful kick. I really doubt whether you intend to let me live."

"I have said that I will do my best, please also do your best, no matter what it takes..."

"Beat me!"

This sentence made Lu Fengxian look cold, and he vaguely realized that the meaning of his words seemed to be asking him to use some hidden trick...

I really don't have it. I haven't received any systematic training, and I don't have the innate supernatural powers like sub-humans. The only abilities I have are probably the powerful souls I will have ten years later.

It's like he wants me to summon those people ten years later to fight him...

[You're right, he just wants to fight me]

His shoulders suddenly felt cold, and a dark figure appeared behind him. He squinted his eyes and just looked at the archangel, filled with melancholy, a feeling that his disciple had finally grown up, and helplessness about the impermanence of the world. After experiencing a variety of emotions, his body slowly attached to Lu Fengxian.

Rather than using the invisible soul to communicate with the man in front of you, it is better to use your body directly. Fists and fists are the most direct way for men to communicate!

Of course, Lu Fengxian did not deny that one of the important reasons for opening his body to let the killer in was because he was not sure of defeating the opponent.

[You seem to have been waiting for a long time? ]

He closed his eyes, then opened them again. Lu Fengxian's voice was soft and slow. His eyes had become dark at some point, and his whole body suddenly became much thinner. He was clearly standing in front of all the demi-humans, but as long as the demi-humans closed their eyes, they would definitely not feel that there were people standing on the field.

"Teacher, long time no see." Still maintaining the posture of accumulating strength, the archangel said in a deep voice.

[It’s not that long, just a few years at most]

The God of Killer's tone was indifferent and calm. His half-open eyes were always fixed on the archangel. He could feel the other's breathing and every heartbeat.

"A few years is a long time, teacher. You once told me that assassinations must be carried out in the dark. If they are carried out in the open, the assassin will be at a disadvantage..."

The archangel's accumulated power has reached the fixed point. Every joint and every cell in his body is like a drawn bowstring. Only one command is needed to immediately burst out with unbelievable terrifying power. Now he is confident that he can defeat his former teacher. He can defeat him when the opponent has no weapons and his body has not been sufficiently trained!

"So between you now and me now, can I consider it an advantage?"

[As you said, I am at a disadvantage now]

"You are still as humble and calm as before, teacher. Now I have many questions to ask you and many things to say to you, but..."

The power that burst out in an instant was so terrifying that in less than a second, the archangel came to the front of the God of Death with a whoosh, and his breathing was almost audible...

"We'll talk about that after you lie down!"

Then, the God of Death, who was standing quietly in the same place, took a step back...

There is no way to avoid this attack, no matter whether you dodge to the left or the right, it is absolutely impossible to avoid it. It only takes one move to eliminate the master who was once as powerful as Gao Shan. This is the ultimate goal of the Archangel, so he will definitely not give any chance to dodge this move.

"game over."

Many of the sub-humans sitting in the middle level shook their heads, thinking that this match was over. Although it was a bit unexpected that it ended so quickly, it was also normal. As long as both sides really wanted to end the battle, this amount of time was enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

At this moment, when everyone concluded that Lu Fengxian was going to be completely eliminated by the archangel's stick, the retreating God of Death suddenly stopped, then tilted his head back and slammed forward fiercely, in front of all the demi-humans, he hit the archangel's forehead with lightning speed!

boom!

With such a sound, the masks of the two men shattered at the same time, and they took two steps back due to the sudden severe pain. Blood oozes out of their heads uncontrollably, instantly soaking half of their faces...

"it hurts."

These were the quiet exclamations of some fascinated subhuman spectators. People with experience would definitely know that the feeling of a broken head is not as it looks, and it is quite painful for any living creature.

261. Satisfactory results

Can it be considered a lose-lose situation?

Yes, but it is not entirely correct. At least even if the mask was completely shattered, only a small amount of blood flowed on the Archangel's face. The revealed young face was still calm, and the iron rod in his hand was still tightly grasped.

On the other hand, the God of Death who took the initiative to smash the Archangel with his head had blood all over his face, and his hair had clotted into a mass due to the heavy bleeding...

It's much better than being hit by the opponent.

No matter how you retreat, you can't avoid the attack just now. Only by doing this, both sides will suffer losses and the opponent will retreat, making this unstoppable move ineffective.

"As expected of a teacher."

The revealed face looked a little too young, with tender eyebrows and eyes, fair skin, and even some childish hair at the corners of the mouth that had not disappeared in time.

Still a child, not in any ironic way, a real child!

"Fuck!"

The elephant man lying in the ward was the first to let out a cry of disbelief, then he jumped up from the bed in shock from his dying illness, and then fell down with a bang because of the pain all over his body. However, until he fell on the bed, he kept staring at that face, that face that was so young that it was unbelievable.

Humans occupy more than 70 percent of the world's land and have a huge population of billions. This population figure itself symbolizes that their racial characteristics are basically visible.

It was because of the familiarity that I couldn't believe it. The face I saw was undoubtedly that of a junior high school student at most. Although there was a clause in the competition that the age of participants could not exceed 250 years old, it didn't matter if they were younger. The problem was that a teenager... No, to be more precise, it should be said that a child in his teens could actually beat me!

What was even more excessive than direct humiliation was that the child actually defeated himself, defeated himself, a glorious elephant-man warrior, without using any despicable means, and truly defeated himself.

“It’s a disgrace.”

The same words could not help but appear in the minds of all the sub-humans.

"I didn't expect she was so young."

The high and mighty Ghost King was slightly surprised. In his impression, powerful people were usually quite old. Although the Archangel he sensed had a youthful aura, he did not expect that after taking off the mask, he would be so...

Young.

That's right, the word "young" can fully describe it. In the minds of humans, teenagers in their teens can be considered young children, not to mention the demi-humans who can live longer than humans. It is not an exaggeration to describe the archangel as being born not long ago.

A child who was born not long ago actually defeated an elephant man who was famous for his strength? This is really shocking!

"Teacher, this doesn't fit your way of assassination?"

Feeling the surrounding gazes become so hot and shocked, the Archangel's expression did not change. He gently used his hand to brush the dust and blood on his shoulders, and said in an unusually gentle tone, "Complete your mission without attracting attention, and completely defeat or kill the enemy. The current situation is completely different from what you taught me. The two of us..."

He opened his arms, exposing his powerful muscles filled with explosive power to all the demihumans.

"Now we have become the focus of everyone's attention, and we can't get down from here until the winner is decided. According to what you taught me, this should be the most dangerous situation, right?"

[You still have many problems as before, my beloved disciple.]

It could be said that millions of viewers were staring at him at the same time, but the God of Death, who was supposed to live in darkness, did not show any nervousness. Instead, he smiled in a relaxed manner and gently raised his index finger towards the archangel...

[Just like before, all the answers are in the battle, come and experience it.]

"my pleasure."

As he said this, the archangel rushed forward fiercely, swinging the huge black iron stick in his hand in a graceful curve, and attacked the head of the God of Death fiercely. Even without any accumulated power, his attack was still full of unparalleled power and could easily tear apart anything.

Without dodging this time, the God of Death's knee hit the Archangel's palm in an instant, removing his strength...

[It’s still the same as before. I like to have this kind of flaw when attacking.]

The Killer God's tone was somewhat emotional, as if he was dissatisfied with his move.

"The same goes for you, Sensei. Your method of dealing with this move of mine is still the same as before..." the archangel said with a gentle smile.

【Um? 】

Then I saw the Archangel's hood stretched out, and then it was thrown on the face of the God of Death, and it slapped him back with a snap...

I have never seen such a move before, at least the God of Death has never seen such a move before. It is obvious that this move was specially designed for me, completely targeting me...

【What a good apprentice】

Covering his face, the God of Death also felt the pain. He rubbed his face, which was not seriously injured, and spoke softly. Then he quickly twisted his body and turned behind the archangel in an incredible arc, and punched the opponent's retreating joint without any mercy.

The fight was really intense. They were fighting each other, their fists colliding with each other, and every blow was aimed at the opponent's vitals. With their heads covered in blood, they looked indescribably hideous.

"Good fight, that's it, kick him!"

"That's right, slap him, slap him hard!"

"I bet on you to win, don't let me down!"

Most of the demi-humans were not very high-level fighters, so they preferred this kind of flesh-and-fist combat to those that relied entirely on supernatural powers. Roars filled the entire arena for a moment.

What are they playing at? These two humans...

The truly profound sub-human was the first to have this thought in his mind. Although it was true that the two humans on the field were fighting fiercely, this intensity was only relative. Most of the attacks were based on their own skills, and it was obvious that each move did not contain any killing moves. Neither their strength nor their speed were at their peak.