The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 659 - A single strike

The subsequent three duels for the monk Fa Yun were considerably less remarkable than his initial triumph.

The contending disciples, while not inherently weak, proved to be rather ordinary, managing no more than six or seven exchanges before succumbing to defeat.

By the conclusion of these three encounters, Fa Yun maintained a composed demeanor, his breathing only slightly more labored.

At long last, he could confront the young dragon who had captured his keen interest.

"Fa Yun emerges victorious, achieving five consecutive wins! Long Qingyi shall be the next opponent!" the celestial elder announced, and Qingyi promptly stepped forward without a moment's hesitation.

Numerous gazes, filled with curiosity, shifted toward the young man who had taken the place of Guo Tianhao, the most prodigious talent of the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

What circumstance could possibly compel the sect leader to replace Tianhao in a matter as critical as his own daughter's unawakened lineage? Qingyi ascended into the arena with a graceful bound and permitted the elder to seal his cultivation, ensuring that any concealed power remained hidden.

With his cultivation suppressed and relying solely on his physical prowess, Qingyi offered Fa Yun a smile.

To be entirely candid, he had contemplated concealing his abilities, yet after a brief contemplation, he determined it was an unnecessary precaution.

He was not some untalented youth without connections who would face pursuit for the innate treasures within his being should he display capabilities far exceeding his apparent origins.

He was a black dragon, having received the explicit endorsement of Ma Zhenwu. Moreover, he held a significant probability of ascending to the position of future Young Lord of the Cosmic Dawn Sect by espousing Rou'er, who had already publicly proclaimed herself his betrothed.

No one would dare to pry into his secrets, for all would invariably attribute his exceptional nature to the sect leader, who had apparently relinquished interest in Tianhao and was now channeling all his focus into his prospective son-in-law.

"Brother Qingyi, I trust you will bear no ill will should I cause you injury. I am aware of the potency of the draconic constitution, yet my physical form has undergone rigorous tempering."

"The same sentiment applies to you; harbor no grudges." Qingyi responded with a smile, and in the very next instant, his form erupted with astonishing speed.

The very ground beneath his feet fractured under the sheer force of his momentum, sending fragments of stone hurtling outwards as he charged towards the monk.

Fa Yun braced himself, recoiling slightly. He thrust his fists upward defensively, summoning every ounce of his physical strength.

It proved insufficient.

A resounding detonation echoed across the arena as Qingyi's fist made contact with the monk's guard.

Fa Yun's arms fractured like twigs under the impact of a battering ram, and his body was propelled backward with annihilating force.

Had both combatants been operating at their true cultivation levels, the confrontation would undoubtedly have presented a formidable challenge for Qingyi. However, in a contest of raw physical might?

Unless Fa Yun also possessed draconic heritage, he stood no chance.

The monk's form slammed against the arena's boundary with a heavy thud, sliding to the ground below. The sect's dedicated healers swiftly attended to him.

A palpable stillness descended upon the arena as every onlooker fixed their gaze upon Qingyi, utterly rendered speechless.

Guo Longwei’s countenance was frozen in utter disbelief, his heart pounding as if to escape his chest.

What manner of preposterous strength was this?

How could such a feat even be conceivable?

Disregarding the stunned expressions and the hushed murmurs rippling through the spectator stands, Qingyi remained unfazed.

He had, in truth, exerted his full physical power.

While it was not his intention to shatter Fa Yun's limbs, the injury was purely physical in nature, rendering it easily repairable by any competent healer.

Maintaining a composed visage, he simply awaited the arrival of his subsequent challenger. Strike again. And yet again, and again, and another.

In a span of less than two minutes, Qingyi had vanquished ten opponents, with not a single one enduring longer than five seconds within the combat circle.

The collective astonishment escalated dramatically, and even the sect leader found himself leaning back in his seat, emitting a weary sigh.

He recalled an incident occurring a millennium prior, when a dragon had participated in this very competition.

That particular dragon, having been the inaugural combatant, single-handedly eliminated over two hundred participants before succumbing to exhaustion.

At that juncture, the tournament had to be reinitiated to afford the remaining disciples an opportunity to showcase their own capabilities, as more than one hundred and fifty had been incapacitated by a solitary strike.

Observing Qingyi's current display, the sect leader could only sigh.

It appeared they would be compelled to commence the competition anew...

Rou'er, positioned beside Xue Hua, exhibited the most palpable excitement among them all.

Embracing her gothic elder sister, she beamed. "See, Brother Qingyi is truly remarkable, wouldn't you agree? And the accolades he will garner will far surpass those of your fiancé!"

"I am well aware... there is no need for you to constantly remind me..." Xue Hua gritted her teeth.

It proved challenging to direct anger toward Rou'er, yet the thought of her fiancé's ignominious title, 'Longwei, the pants-shitter,' invariably sent a shiver down her spine.

She possessed such profound talent, a beauty who would command recognition even within the central regions.

What transgression had she committed in a past life to merit a partner such as him?

The contests proceeded unabated.

Twenty, thirty, forty...

In mere moments, a hundred matches concluded, the ranks of contenders thinning considerably as the infirmaries became increasingly crowded.

A great many voices cried out in anger, pointing fingers at Qingyi and leveling accusations of cheating, of employing concealed Qi, and even demanding that the Sect Leader himself launch an inquiry.

Why did the world have to be so dreadfully unfair? How could that scoundrel possibly defeat a hundred opponents without even breaking a sweat, felling each one with a solitary blow?

The sole individual present who displayed evident excitement was the tiger.

His eyes gleamed with fervor as he wrestled with the impulse to leap into the arena himself and challenge Qingyi to a duel unto death on the spot. 'Hmm... I wonder if he might be inclined to become my brother-in-law...' The tiger mused, stroking his chin as the image of his comely sisters flashed through his mind.

He would undoubtedly offer them all to Qingyi, should Qingyi prove his mettle worthy in their proposed duel!

Thus, the duels pressed onward.

No further contests unfolded; instead, Qingyi delivered a mere two hundred and fifty-odd casual, consecutive punches, each strike sending a disciple plummeting to the ground. Not a single bead of perspiration graced his brow. Was this not an egregious display of unfairness?

Many minds drifted back to the perilous forbidden expanses within the secret realm, regions inhabited by beasts of such formidable power that no soul dared to confront them. Could the fortunate individual who selected Qingyi truly overcome such an overwhelming tide of fortune?

Numerous contenders yearned to cast themselves into Qingyi's embrace and designate him as their chosen representative. However, upon remembering that he was already earmarked as Rou'er's protector, they could do naught but suppress their gnawing envy in silent resignation.

Xue Hua, her expression resolute, rose to her feet. Her gaze was not directed towards the Sect Leader, but rather toward his wife, the Esteemed Madame Lan.

"I intend to select Long Qingyi as my protector, in addition to Rou'er," she declared. "I implore you to grant an exception and permit one protector to represent two individuals."