The Absolute Sage Meets The Succubus In Time

Kan Mucheng sat in front of the computer and repeatedly played Yuncheng's last game of the day, studying how to deal with the jab god.

This guy's jab is really strong! Accurate, fast, and full of lethality, it would definitely not be able to reach this level without years of training. With textbook-level jabs and weird moving footwork, this opponent seems to be several times more difficult to deal with than Milly!

You must use your superpower in the next game. If you don't use it again, you will probably stop here.

There is probably no advantage in fighting the God of Jab standing up. He must find a way to drag him to the ground to fight. Kan Mucheng has a plan in mind...

At this time, the mobile phone sounded the notification tone of receiving a new message. Kan Mucheng immediately guessed who sent it. He picked it up and took a look. Sure enough, a long text with a huge amount of information from Wu Xin caught his eye:

"My personal freedom has been restricted by Tzuyu! I can't teach you in person today! I can only tell you a few key points in words. You must remember it! In tomorrow's match, remember not to fight with the god of jabs. You can't fight. ! Don’t rush up and try to control him! The way he moves is very special. He will be wary after you fail once, and it will be difficult to catch him again! You must understand his steps first. If you find another opportunity to throw him down, don't give him time to react after he falls. Wrap him up quickly, and use the most iron-clad strangulation technique in Dewu no Tangle according to his posture! Remember it! Nail polish!"

ah? Tin room? What is it? Is there such a strangulation technique in Wu Zhimang...

And what is nail polish? Nail polish? What she wants to say is probably go for it...

Kan Mucheng burst out laughing after understanding it. The tone of Wu Xin's entire text message made it clear that she was frantically racing against time. If she made a typo, she didn't even have time to correct it. Kan Mucheng was curious about what was going to happen between her and Shi Ziyu?

After replying a thank you message to Wu Xin, Kan Mucheng continued to replay several important games today until late into the night.

Even though he used the ability to calm down and focus during this period, he still failed to find a few weaknesses of the jab god, but he found a lot of his own shortcomings... Let's go to sleep...

The next morning.

Kan Mucheng rubbed his eyes on the bed and yawned, then picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

Wake up on time! Get in good fighting shape! Get up and pack up before heading to the battlefield again!

Eh! No, that's not right! This feeling? !

He sat up from the bed in an instant, his eyebrows slowly curved into the shape of an "eight", and his mouth opened to the limit, as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

"No! God, please don't mess with me! Why is it today! I beg you! Don't do this! I beg you!!!" Kan Mucheng clasped his hands together, swinging his body back and forth hugely, shouting at the top of his lungs All mute.

However, the facts cannot be changed. Even if he confirmed it dozens of times in his mind, he only got one answer: What he lost today was the "desire to fight"!

The only hope is shattered...

If he fights with strength until the last second, no matter how miserable he loses, Kan Mucheng can accept it. After all, he is still inferior to others despite working hard. There is nothing to say. At least he has tried.

But now...even the right to try has been taken away! Why! ! !

Are you still going to compete? What are you going to do if you can't fight? To be humiliated by others? You can't even fight back after being beaten to death! Let three people who care about you feel heartbroken and disappointed? Instead of doing this, it would be better to retire with a victory, so as to save some face... Kan Mucheng's thoughts of escaping became more and more serious.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang, and Kan Mucheng moved his arms like a brainless zombie to answer the phone.

"Didn't you see that Lao Lin sent you a text message? We were already downstairs! What are you doing? Why don't you come down yet?"

"I went to the arena early, you don't have to wait for me."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Okay! Hang up!"

Kan Mucheng fell weakly on the bed, his own depression spreading to the surroundings, making the whole room lifeless. His soul had flown to the sky, and his brain had given up thinking.

Since the day of the interview, the goal of "winning the Cloud City Tournament" has been deeply engraved in his heart. He has prepared for this game for so long, and now he is easily eliminated by his own power. No matter who I can't bear this blow.

It seems that I can't escape this curse... From working as a tattoo artist to opening a cafe, and now fighting competitions, as long as I want to work hard and climb up, I will be affected by this special ability. Shot down from the air and back to the cold, hard ground.

The random loss of desire every day is like your own enemy, and you will never see yourself developing in a good direction.

In this case, let it be as it wishes...I am tired...really tired...

Kan Mucheng was heartbroken, and he had hallucinations under the huge blow. He felt like he was passing through the bed and falling downward until he was submerged in the boundless darkness.

Time passed by, and the Yuncheng Games side kept calling him, but they couldn't bring him back to reality.

"Huh? Just give up like that? I am obviously so strong, but as my disciple, you are not only weak in combat, but also so fragile in your heart. You really betrayed my trust and good intentions in you!"

A soft voice sounded in Kan Mucheng's ears, and Wu Xin's figure slowly condensed in the darkness, and finally floated in front of him.

"As for it? I ask you, as for it? Sage? What a piece of rubbish! Can't bear this little setback? Do you still want to fight the peregrine falcon? Even you can't protect me, so I can only give up resistance. I hope Peregrine Falcon can give me a good time and fuck me to death!”

"Have you tried it, Xiao Cheng? Is there really nothing you can do? Compromise with your superpowers, choose to evade withdrawal for fear of embarrassment, or face difficulties and compete in the competition, which one do you think will let us down?"

Nie Qingxia and Lao Lin also appeared in Kan Mucheng's hallucination out of thin air.

"Very few things go smoothly. When you encounter difficulties and habitually give up and escape to deal with them, you will never be able to get out of the 'waste life'." The faces of the three people His face was illuminated by holy light, and he said these words to Kan Mucheng.

Kan Mucheng lowered his head and pondered, not knowing how he felt now.

After a while, he slowly raised his head: "Why... why do you feel so awkward?!"

Logically speaking, I should be very moved, moved to tears, and then ignited with endless passion, but none of this happened, only embarrassing embarrassments within embarrassments!

Mainly, what the hell are they talking about? Too fake! How could Wu Xin show off that he was powerful? Would Nie Qingxia be willing to wait to be fucked to death by the Peregrine Falcon? He doesn’t know about the peregrine falcon either! The most outrageous thing is, how did the three people hold hands and talk about the truth of life in the end?

Kan Mucheng finally woke up. He finally understood that deep down in his heart he was absolutely unwilling to give up. The words of these three people were actually what he wanted to say to himself.

Looking at the fake three people and smiling knowingly, Kan Mucheng's depression and helplessness also disappeared, and then he rushed out of the dark space like a rocket taking off and returned to reality.

"Did you just dream or did you really hallucinate? Is it possible to be like this when you are depressed and dazed to the extreme? You must be less dazed in the future, and don't become mentally ill!"