The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 605 - I'll give you three seconds

Young Master Luo burned with the urge to injure Qingyi.

He was determined to make him suffer agony, by any means necessary.

Previously, his grudge against Qingyi stemmed only from the youth's position at Chen Wei's side.

But now, the situation was utterly transformed.

In truth, Qingyi had shamed him publicly before hundreds of fellow disciples, the crowd exploding in raucous laughter while even Instructor Cangyun's wrinkled features twisted into a faint, entertained smirk.

Young Master Luo despised that humiliation, his cheeks flushing crimson like ripe fruit.

Glancing upward to meet Qingyi's gaze—which treated him like a mere irritating pest not worth a grin—the rage churning in Young Master Luo's heart grew fiercer.

He longed to etch agony and hopelessness onto that expression. He yearned to hear screams of torment.

Heavy thuds from Young Master Luo's steps reverberated across the courtyard as he ascended the arena platform where Elder Cangyun waited.

Raising his eyes, he locked stares with Qingyi.

The striking youth simply shook his head before leaping onto the arena too.

Once the elder stepped off the platform, icy, lethal eyes fixed on Young Master Luo.

"Yesterday I said you were Chen Wei's enemy, not mine. I'll give you three seconds to back down before I show you what I meant by that." Qingyi's declaration rang out across the arena, and without waiting for Young Master Luo's reply, the count started.

"1"

Perplexity rippled through the onlookers. Even Old Cang appeared baffled.

"You arrogant bastard, do you really think this little act will save your life?" Young Master Luo bellowed, mustering every ounce of his bravery.

Qingyi's chilling killing intent washed over him—the aura of one who had slaughtered millions, no... tens of millions.

How many spirits had that cursed fiend hurled into the void? "2."

Young Master Luo unsheathed his blade, poised to slice Qingyi apart.

"3." He advanced, his form erupting with energy.

Yet that burst endured merely one instant.

Eyes bulging wide, he realized too late that Qingyi's fingers gripped his throat.

His sword clattered to the floor amid desperate gulps for breath—though breath was unnecessary, panic erased that fact.

Qingyi's killing intent surged stronger, a suffocating presence draining the air from every lung in the hall.

Only Instructor Cang stayed composed, idly stroking his beard in intrigue.

This was expected.

His cultivation realm towered far beyond Qingyi's, rendering the youth's full pressure a mere droplet in his vast ocean.

The elder's astonishment stemmed from Qingyi's dominance over a peer in the same realm.

Power gaps of thirty to forty percent were typical.

Yet Qingyi wielded at least double Young Master Luo's strength, if not greater.

"A waste of Qi, oxygen, and carbon." Qingyi sneered before hurling Young Master Luo away.

His form slammed into the ground with a heavy impact. As he raised his head, hacking violently, Young Master Luo's eyes fluttered open.

Perfectly timed for Qingyi's boot heel to smash into his jaw.

With a resounding crash, he tumbled from the arena, mouth gushing blood, mandible fractured.

Luckily, his meridians remained intact, ensuring swift recovery from the wounds.

In utter silence amid his peers' stunned stares, Qingyi strode back to Chen Wei's side, the latter's gaze alight with excitement.

Ultimately, as Young Master Luo's foe, he emerged the supreme victor

there.

"You know he's going to complain to Guo Tianhao, right?" Chen Wei murmured to Qingyi, who gave a nod.

Tianhao differed vastly from Young Master Luo.

Possessing genuine talent and battle prowess, Tianhao was merely another haughty young master in Qingyi's eyes.

Given Guo Tianhao's apparent wish to mentor Luo and his lingering grudge against Qingyi for shattering his former record, it was inevitable he'd seek to complicate Qingyi's days.

Qingyi had far too many concerns to bother with Tianhao. He dismissed it entirely.

"Cough... Cough..." Old Cang rose, throat-clearing as he gestured

with his hands.

At his motion, Young Master Luo's form levitated toward the Combatant Soul Palace's infirmary, a healer poised to treat him.

"That was an impressive display of power..." the elder muttered,

awestruck despite his reluctance to reveal it. "Why would a youth of such promise linger here, enduring this old man's lectures to the average, when he could carve his destiny elsewhere?"

Cangyun's remark soured the expressions of numerous outer disciples.

Indeed, most qualified as ordinary at best. Just four or five held promise for inner disciple status.

Even so, those words stung deeply.

"If the instructor permits my impertinence, I'm truly here just to support a companion and check if Young Master Luo would honor his duel challenge, hahaha." Qingyi couldn't suppress a light laugh.

"I plan to join the pavilion master selection in a few months, and immediately after this session, I'll begin missions." "Hm... that's understandable." Disappointed yet accepting, Cangyun refrained from urging Qingyi to stay.

He long accustomed himself to instructing the unremarkable. True prodigies invariably chose independence or a worthy mentor.

After brief contemplation, Cangyun shifted topics.

"Very well, this sparring was enough. Let's begin the lesson."

Moments later, brimming with zeal, old Cangyun imparted his vast Qi wisdom to the youths.

Though Qingyi had declared no future attendance, he observed quietly, absorbing intently

every detail.

Lessons from such a seasoned master were scarce,

and even Qingyi encountered novel Qi control principles he never knew existed.