The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

The young lion took to the air, flying just a few meters off the ground. His arms opened wide as his body changed, taken over by bestial features.

A dense fur covered his skin, his muscles expanded and his claws and fangs grew.

His axe was seized by an increasingly powerful flaming Qi, every drop of his being being poured into that single attack.

"Do you want to finish this with just one strike?" The young lion asked, the air around him boiling with power.

"Hm... yes." Qingyi smiled in response, turning his face briefly, his beautiful purple eyes meeting Qianyao's golden ones.

The beauty was totally focused on his sword, her already bright golden eyes becoming even more intense.

After a brief moment, Qingyi focused on his opponent again, finished preparing his attack and then advanced.

"Don't dodge, young dragon!" The lion roared, raising his axe over his head and dropping it towards Qingyi.

A lion of fire followed his movement, its body stretching like a serpent. Its silent roar silenced all onlookers.

The power was terrifying, but Qingyi didn't even flinch, confident in his own attack. His sword cut through the air in a downward swing.

When the blades met, a dry crack took over the arena, followed by a cloud of dust and a powerful shockwave. The metallic clang echoed in everyone's ears.

The spectators without high cultivation or cultivation techniques leaned in to get a better look, while the faces of the strongest were filled with shock.

"I-impossible..." The young lion's hoarse, powerful voice echoed as he fell to his knees, looking at the blade of his axe.

The blade had been cut perfectly in two. Not the wood handle, the blade.

The metal at the site of the cut was molten, taking on a vibrant, luminous red. The drops of blood that left the young lion's open chest fell onto them and immediately began to boil.

"Truly worthy of the... slayer of immortals, hahaha..." A last muffled laugh echoed from the young lion's lips before he leaned on the handle of his weapon and simply declared defeat.

He could keep fighting, but honestly, it wasn't worth it.

As well as cutting his axe, Qingyi's sword had also opened a deep cut in his chest and damaged some important meridians; that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Sheathing the heaven-defying thunder sword, Qingyi just watched as the young lion was led away.

A sigh of defeat escaped his lips.

Had the nickname 'slayer of immortals' really come all that way?

"Ah... it could be worse..." Qingyi sighed and, with a smooth movement, jumped back to where the other competitors were waiting, landing next to Qianyao.

"A very interesting technique, what's its name, young master 'slayer of immortals'? Fufufu~~" The golden-eyed beauty gave a short, low and elegant laugh, covering her mouth with her small, delicate hand.

She could feel Long Jinrui's eyes piercing her back, all his murderous intent falling on Qingyi, but she just ignored him.

For both of them, treating him like an insignificant cockroach was far better than actively responding to him.

Qingyi returned Qianyao's laugh before replying: "I don't know yet, just something new I've just tried out, I don't even think it can be considered a technique, hahaha."

He scratched the back of his head, his mind wandering elsewhere as his eyes passed Qianyao's cleavage, admiring her huge, beautiful, heavy pale tits.

He didn't even notice her blush as she hugged her own chest, her fingers sinking into the voluptuous flesh as she looked away.

No matter how long she stayed by Qingyi's side, she simply couldn't get used to it.

It was so... strange.

'I think I can take some time to refine this and maybe create my first technique...', Qingyi thought, finally taking his eyes off Qianyao's breasts, watching the next battle with disinterest.

The result had been much better than he had expected.

If he took a few days to enter his sea of mind and cultivate that skill without stopping, perhaps he could increase his potency even more.

With Ruxue's help, he was sure that he would be able to create a technique of his own that was no less powerful than his strongest ones today, one that was totally focused on cutting through metal and destroying his enemy's weapons.

'Hm... I like this idea...', Qingyi thought.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to organize everything and soon it was Long Jinrui's turn to fight.

Finally, the young man from the dragon people managed to unleash some of his anger against his poor opponent, leaving him on the brink of death.

If Elder Yu hadn't interrupted, the young white dragon would certainly have killed his opponent.

Soon after his battle, another ten fights followed until it was Qianyao's turn, who again, with a single blow, defeated her opponent.

She swung her huge sword with an elegance and power that simply didn't seem to suit her.

The same went for all her opponents after that, as Qingyi destroyed blades one after the other, forcing his enemies to surrender.

Some retreated at the mere presence of the black dragon.

Jinrui, on the other hand, continued to beat his opponents almost to death, brutally spanking them.

He even chose to be the one to take on more than one battle in the same round to help adjust the numbers of players.

That tournament didn't have perfect numbers because its creator, many hundreds of thousands of years ago, made a mistake when defining the terms of the tournament that would decide those who could receive the blessing of the rare fox people.

Since no one dared to change this ancestor's words, they had to adapt to those rules.

Of course, now it didn't matter anymore.

The numbers of competitors had been drastically reduced after dozens of fights and soon, Qingyi's name was called.

His challenger was already standing in the arena, which was slowly regenerating from the previous fight.

That would be the last fight before he could finally face Jinrui.

Note: Yes, I was this ancestor and only realized the shit I did when it was too late to change, hahahaha.