The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 746: 746 - He’d better make peace with the heavens soon

Qingyi let out a soft chuckle at Bai Hu Lie’s words, his eyes settling on the young cultivator Qingyao with a hint of pity.

Sometimes he forgot that, unlike him—who possessed the strength to face Bai Hu Lie as an equal—to most people, that tiger was nothing more than a terrifying, bloodthirsty predator.

"Begin!"

Unfortunately for the young man, he didn’t even have time to prepare.

The moment the Peacock Patriarch’s voice fell over the arena, Bai Hu Lie shot forward, his body becoming a feline blur of muscle and white fur, claws already extended and hungry to tear flesh.

Qingyao barely had time to raise his sword in desperation, parrying the first claw with the trembling blade clutched in his hands.

A deafening crash rang through the arena as metal and claw collided, sparks bursting outward in every direction.

The air around them exploded outward in a violent shockwave, and the young man felt every bone in his arm rattle beneath the impact.

His feet sank deep into the arena’s stone floor as the force hurled his body to the side, carving a long, jagged gash across the surface.

"Damn it!"

Spitting the curse through clenched teeth, Qingyao took a wide step and leaped to the center of the arena, scrambling to recover some semblance of a fighting stance.

Unfortunately for him, Bai Hu Lie was already there, waiting with a wide grin of sharp, gleaming fangs.

The tiger’s arm stretched out before him, an open palm revealing five human-like fingers tipped with retractable claws sharp as razors and as big as daggers, glinting beneath the arena’s light.

The young man barely managed to raise his sword in time to keep the next blow from splitting his face in two.

It all happened too fast. He hadn’t even managed to summon a single secret technique from his sect.

Another thunderous crash drowned out the audience’s screams as the impact hurled the young man’s body to the ground, his back sinking into a crater that sent cracks racing through the stone for meters around.

Just as Bai Hu Lie raised his claw to end the fight, Qingyao shouted out:

"I surrender!"

Bai Hu Lie halted the blow mere inches from his opponent’s face, then let out a genuine, hearty laugh loud enough to roll through the stands.

"You fought well, little human! I almost warmed up!"

Hearing those words from the tiger—which were indeed a compliment, even if they hardly sounded like one—the young man merely sighed heavily, spitting a mouthful of blood to the side.

Silently cursing his wretched luck one last time, he struggled to his feet and left the arena.

The arena immediately began to repair itself, small fragments of broken stone drifting back into their places on their own, as if nothing had happened.

The arena, in reality, was perfectly capable of withstanding those battles without so much as a scratch.

However, the Peacock Patriarch had personally configured the protective arrays to allow for a certain level of destruction.

The reason? The audience.

The people loved destruction, and for a man of the people like the Peacock Patriarch, that was exactly what he would make sure to deliver.

Even if the leaders of the major sects didn’t place much importance on it, the ordinary spectators roared with excitement, chanting Bai Hu Lie’s name at the top of their lungs.

The humanoid tiger, meanwhile, puffed out his chest with obvious pride.

"Very well, Bai Hu Lie advances!" the Peacock Patriarch declared with a smile.

Then it was time to draw lots for the next battle of the round.

With a snap of his fingers, the beam of light danced across the scoreboard once more.

This time it landed on a battle between one of the core disciples of the Cosmic Dawn Sect and a disciple of the Divine Fist Sect—the second most powerful in his sect, surpassed only by the monk Fa Yun.

The Cosmic Dawn disciple was the first to step forward, landing softly on the arena: a young man with gentle eyes and a refined face.

Qingyi had spoken with him a few times during the journey and had, on the whole, formed a very positive impression.

He was a calm young man who enjoyed drinking, relaxing, and playing Go.

Loyal to his Dao companion, he rarely showed off, despite the great talent he possessed.

Without arrogance and with an easygoing personality, he was exactly the kind of person Qingyi appreciated most.

On the opposite side of the arena, a monk with a shaved head and a fierce gaze touched down, his fist pulsing with a faint golden light.

The two stared at each other for a long moment, exchanged brief greetings, then charged forward, sword and fist colliding at the center of the arena with brute force.

It was a very evenly matched fight, as both stood at the fourth stage of the Celestial Origin Realm.

Each exchange of blows unleashed terrifying waves of power, yet neither managed to break through the other’s defense.

Qingyi merely watched with interest, feeling the tremors ripple through the air as hundreds of blows were exchanged within mere seconds.

After roughly a hundred moves, something finally shifted.

The calm young man swung his sword in a sudden, swift motion, and accompanying the strike, a veil resembling a darkened cosmos unfurled alongside the blade—one of the most famous secret techniques of the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

The attack tore through the air toward the monk, who defended himself desperately.

In the end, however, the force still hurled him out of the arena with a brutal thud, his arms sliced nearly to the bone and his body crashing against the arena walls with a dry, heavy sound.

The stands shook from the impact, and the spectators erupted in excited shouts.

As he returned to his seat, the calm young man flashed a gentle smile toward Qingyi, who responded with an approving nod.

Qingyi’s eyes then rose to the scoreboard, resting on his own first battle.

"Feng Wuji..." he repeated the name under his breath for a moment. Then, suddenly, his eyes gleamed.

It was that bastard who was interested in taking Yunxi as his wife!

Qingyi broke into a cheerful smile, the cheer only growing when the Peacock Patriarch snapped his fingers again and the beam of light fell upon his own name alongside Feng Wuji’s.

Rou’er naturally noticed Qingyi’s gaze and gave a mischievous giggle.

"He’d better make peace with the heavens soon, hehehe~"