The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 369: 369 - Tournament (06)

"Liar!" Jinrui roared, turning his face to Qianyao and noticing her flushed face.

How could she have such a reaction to just a friendly duel? He had also duelled her in the past and had even let her win!

Or at least, that was the lie Jinrui told himself.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t think about it for long and soon had to protect himself as Qingyi hurled that spear of flame in his direction.

Jinrui raised his sword, expecting a powerful attack, but in the end, it was as if he had been hit by a fly, his body barely twitching.

"Ah... That’s all you-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Jinrui had to defend himself again, a second spear hitting him twice as hard.

Then a third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each new spear forced Jinrui further and further back, and on the sixth spear, he was forced to dodge, inches away from falling off the platform.

His long white hair fluttered as the spear hit the formations on his back, engulfing his body in a sea of flames.

"Coward, fight like a man!" Jinrui roared, advancing towards Qingyi.

An icy Qi engulfed his sword and tore through the air with frightening speed, aiming exactly at the handsome young man’s neck.

"If that’s what you want..." Qingyi turned his body, parrying Jinrui’s sword and kicking.

The soles of his boots hit the white dragon’s jaw and sent it flying backwards, an explosion of blood and broken teeth leaving Jinrui’s lips.

Above them both, the dragons roared at each other and, if they had real bodies, they would surely be killing each other by now.

Since they didn’t, all they could do was keep roaring, pulling out every drop of hatred stored in their ancestral lineage.

Qingyi obviously didn’t give Jinrui time to recover. He grabbed the heaven-defying thunder sword with full force, moving the three types of Qi through it, feeling the blade explode in heat and power.

They hadn’t yet reached a battle with high-level techniques and Jinrui still had a lot in store, so Qingyi preferred to end the fight right there.

His blade tore through the air with absurd speed, breaking through the sound barrier and coming within centimeters of Jinrui’s neck, opening a deep tear, but not deep enough.

The white-haired young man turned his body at a strange angle, his sword also hitting Qingyi, tearing into his back.

The handsome young man grunted in pain, but didn’t let it overwhelm him. He also turned his body and swung his sword again, focusing on his opponent’s neck again.

Jinrui managed to duck his head in time to avoid being completely decapitated, but even so, Qingyi’s sword hit something: his horns, long, white and beautiful.

The noise was hellish, like a saw tearing through bone and steel at the same time, a heartbreaking cry of pain escaping Jinrui’s lips.

"NO!" Jinrui’s father rose from his seat, his eyes wide, each of the dragon people having exactly the same reaction.

Jinrui fell to his knees, his beautiful blue eyes wide as two metallic clangs echoed across the floor.

His right horn had been cut close to his scalp, while his left horn had been cut in half, his Qi leaking out of it without stopping.

"Patriarch..." Jinrui’s father turned his face, his eyes meeting those of the mighty golden dragon.

But he didn’t hear a word in reply for long seconds.

"The battle will continue," the golden dragon finally spoke.

The horns were one of the most important things to the dragon people. Losing them was like losing a part of their soul, their identity.

Many even went into exile because of it.

"Y-you, you... FILTHY INSECT!" Jinrui roared, getting up.

His body was filled with pure white draconic Qi, his broken horn beginning to grow at an alarming rate, as did the rest of his body.

His figure stood almost three meters tall, his muscles bulging sickeningly, even the power of his Qi exploding.

Qingyi took a step back, observing the transformation.

He had only seen something like this a few times in his life: once during his fight against the young lord of demon cult and once against the young lion beatman.

But none of these seemed to be as powerful as the one used by Jinrui. His body had changed so much that he was practically unrecognizable, covered in pure white scales.

"For my brother’s death... for the shame you’ve put me through, I’ll kill you right here!" Jinrui roared, swinging his sword in a downward slash.

Qingyi listened to those words with a cold face, also covering himself with his bloodline Qi. His Dantian burned as he put everything out.

That battle would end in that last attack.

His sword was surrounded by two types of Qi: fire and lightning. The ice Qi formed a barrier around his body and engulfed the entire arena, two blades meeting in the center of it.

For a second, time seemed to stand still before the explosion of Qi engulfed the arena entirely.

The marble platform was reduced to ashes and the spirit array shook violently.

"DIE!" Jinrui’s roar of hatred and pain echoed, his sickly eyes focused on Qingyi’s, cold and impassive.

"When you get to hell..." Qingyi growled, "Remember that threat. You broke that kitten’s paws, I’ll do a thousand times worse to you."

The moment Qingyi’s voice fell, his sword sliced through Jinrui’s sword.

All the spectators stood up, their vision hidden by a sea of flames, ice and lightning.

But the moment they saw the figure of the white dragon in the sky shudder, they all realized what had happened.

"Don’t you dare..." Tai’Ren looked at Jinrui’s father, who had already stood up, his eyes wide as the dust settled.

Qingyi had vomited a gout of blood, suffering terrible internal damage, but that was of little concern to anyone there.

What really worried them was Jinrui’s state, trapped, with Qingyi’s sword stuck exactly in his belly, clearly piercing his dantian.

His Qi was leaking non-stop.

"Impossible..." Jinrui’s father repeated to himself.

His most beloved and talented son, defeated and crippled, with his dantian destroyed.

His body lost its strength for a brief moment before regaining it all, looking at Qingyi with nothing but hatred.

First his hand and now his beloved son...

Why was life so cruel to him?

"I may die today, but it will be worth it!" Jinrui’s father’s body became a blur, breaking through the powerful formations as if he were passing through fine cobwebs. His sword shone brightly in his remaining hand.

"Shit..." Qingyi shuddered, his lineage projection shattering at a single thought of Jinrui’s father.

The power of a peak ancestral emperor, a being capable of leveling mountains and erasing civilizations, fell upon him with full force.