200: Men must fight.

"22 to 58."

The following night, Huo Xi sat to the side; even he felt some mental fatigue after such a prolonged bout.

Skirk's chin was resting on his shoulder.

The moment the score was announced, the dull look in Skirk's eyes suddenly regained its luster.

He refused to accept it.

Originally, the two were just sparring; traditional martial arts emphasize stopping before causing harm.

But this young man Huo Xi did not follow the martial code.

His Riding EX was his only chance to turn the tables, yet Huo Xi had specifically banned this skill!

Huo Xi felt Skirk in his arms wake up and immediately wanted to revoke the hyperlink he had inserted into the document.

But, Skirk actually launched a surprise attack!

He suddenly twisted his body, propped his hands on the ground, and violently attacked Huo Xi's head with his legs.

However, because the two were overlapping and could not effectively separate, Skirk was already exerting all his strength just to pin Huo Xi down.

Like a compass opening up, or a folding ruler rotating 180 degrees on its hinge, Huo Xi was finally pinned down.

But even at this point, Huo Xi still held the initiative. As long as he managed to stand up, Skirk would be completely inverted, and he would lose all offensive advantage!

However, Skirk clearly wouldn't let Huo Xi do that!

He suddenly kicked off with his legs, immediately following the rotation with a conservation of angular momentum kick, silencing Huo Xi!

Huo Xi's attempt to stand up suddenly stopped. Since Skirk had used such a terrifying mathematical principle, he had no choice but to engage in a battle of tongues with his opponent, resulting in some verbal sparring.

Skirk would not let this moment of Huo Xi's distraction pass; he immediately employed all his martial arts, and his attacks rained down like a storm!

The two powerful beings fought to the edge of the universe, causing even the Great Dao to be obliterated.

Outside the room, even Maricatta could no longer maintain a smile. Clervie and Egeria were huddled together trembling, and Guizhong was curled up to the side, clutching his legs.

They didn't intend to eavesdrop; it was simply that after the last time they listened in, everyone realized it was already the next night and the two still hadn't come out, so they rushed over to see if something had happened.

Originally, the four of them didn't intend to get involved, but Lumine and the others insisted on dragging them over, so they decided to just listen in.

Who knew that upon listening, they would hear a hopeless future.

Not a moment of rest...

Especially Clervie; as the only one among the four who was not a God and didn't even possess a Vision, the ordinary girl was on the verge of tears after hearing the sounds of Huo Xi and Skirk's battle.

At this moment, Eunectes was using an instrument she and Guizhong had cobbled together to press against the door. It looked like a stethoscope, with the other end worn on Griseo's head.

And the big and small Griseo started writing together, broadcasting the scene inside the room to everyone else.

The more they watched, the more shocked they became, but the more Clervie watched, the more disheartened she felt.

...

The next day, the perspective shifted away from the crowd outside to inside Skirk's room.

To be precise, it was behind some randomly placed furniture.

Skirk didn't have many requirements for his living environment, as long as it was generally tidy, but Huo Xi kept stuffing various items of all sizes into Skirk's room, using the excuse that while Skirk might not need them, he couldn't not give them.

After receiving them, Skirk was too lazy to clean up, so he simply piled them in a corner of the room. Fortunately, the room was large enough that it didn't look messy.

But at this moment, this furniture had become excellent camouflage, firmly shielding the trembling figure of a blue-haired Damselette behind them.

The furniture was placed quite chaotically, and the gaps between them weren't very large. Xiangling could only see some incomplete scenes through these tiny crevices.

At this moment, after experiencing several fainting spells, Skirk once again realized how unwise it was to confront Huo Xi head-on.

Every one of Huo Xi's attacks landed heavily on his body, but whenever he sustained DMG, Huo Xi would promptly heal him. The back-and-forth left him feeling energetic, yet as if he were covered in wounds.

This man was terrifying! How on earth was this combat method, which was like wrapping healing magic around a fist to hit someone, even conceived?!

But Huo Xi didn't actually think that much. He wasn't just enjoying himself; he was constantly monitoring Skirk's physical condition, including hormone secretion, injury levels, and levels of pleasure.

He had originally intended to treat Skirk. Now that he had not only healed Skirk's limbs but also erased the hidden injuries within his body, how could he bear to add new wounds to him?

Therefore, Huo Xi concentrated all his perception within Skirk's body, not letting a single bit leak out, all to provide him with the ultimate experience.

But he overlooked one thing: the so-called ultimate experience he provided repeatedly was truly beyond the limits of human endurance, and one could even say it was highly addictive.

When Skirk realized he had a tendency toward addiction, he found he had already become accustomed to enjoying the pleasure brought by this passionate brawl.

No, this wouldn't do! He must not become addicted to this! It would corrupt his mind and make him fall!

He wanted to run away; he didn't want to fall here. But at this moment, Huo Xi's temper was also flaring, and the two were in the middle of a match point; Huo Xi would absolutely not let him escape.

Skirk's strength was completely suppressed. His mind was the last line of defense; he absolutely could not let it fall!

Once he lost it, he would completely start to enjoy this feeling of battle, and then he would become a plaything to be manipulated by others!

He extended his recovered leg and kicked Huo Xi heavily in the face, knocking him away. He took the opportunity to pull himself free, rolling off the Simmons combat platform and landing on the floor.

He wanted to stand up quickly and run to the door, but when he used force with his legs, he fell to the ground again.

He couldn't control them. Because he hadn't actually used his limbs for so many years, he had forgotten for a moment that the feeling of controlling his own limbs was different from controlling an Abyssal Power mimicry like an ordinary Marionette.

Moreover, his hands and feet were soft!

But time was running out. He didn't care about his image at all, crawling on his hands and knees, using all his strength to get away from Huo Xi!

Subsequently, Xiangling saw it. Although it was only an incomplete picture through the gaps in the furniture, she saw it.

It was the first time since coming to Teyvat that Skirk had asked someone for help. He discovered Xiangling, who was hiding behind the furniture with only one eye visible. He crawled on the ground and reached out to Xiangling, wanting to ask for assistance.

Xiangling couldn't see clearly, but she could see that Skirk looked a bit haggard, yet he was struggling desperately to inch forward. He had broken free from his clutches and reached out both hands, wanting to grasp the hope that was within reach.

Suddenly! A large hand reached out from an angle obscured by the furniture! That hand grabbed one of Skirk's feet tightly and slowly retreated back into the shadows.

Skirk's body couldn't grab anything and could only claw weakly at the floor.

But it was useless; his body was being pulled, retreating backward bit by bit.

"No, don't, I will... if this continues I will... I will become addicted! No, don't, ahhhhhh!"

Xiangling closed her eyes; even she couldn't bear to watch any longer.

But what was this feeling? This feeling of watching a goddess fall to the mortal world, watching a puppet regain emotions, and watching the hand that was about to grasp the light being dragged back into the abyss.

Perhaps, there were only two words that could describe it...

Thrilling!

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