The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 914 - Training (02)

Yuehan looked away, her full rosy lips pressed into a thin line.

Qingyi had heard about ninety percent of what Yuehan, Ruxue, and Huoyue had discussed after she was rescued. Sometimes, that conversation had strayed into details that were… well, a little inappropriate.

Yuehan clenched her teeth, the tips of her ears growing hot. Just remembering it was embarrassing enough.

She pushed the thought aside and drew her blade.

Flames followed the movement.

A blade similar to Ruxue's—but reddish silver, covered in flaming patterns—slid from its sheath with a metallic whisper.

Qingyi drew the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in turn.

A sharp crackle of electricity ran along the blade the moment it touched the open air.

"Have you ever heard of Sword Resonance?" Yuehan asked, taking a slow, deep breath to focus her mind, her chest rising with it.

She was here to train with Qingyi and test his strength. That was all... right?

"A little, but I don't know much about it," Qingyi replied.

Among his wives, some had already achieved Sword Resonance with Ruxue's help.

Qingxiao had the most control over the technique, though she was, of course, still far behind Akane.

It was particularly well-suited for experts who used smooth, refined sword styles.

For someone like him, who fought primarily with brute force, it wasn't very useful.

Much of his fighting style was built on savagery and brutality, and was considered somewhat unrefined.

He did have more refined techniques, of course. His control over thousands of swords was a prime example.

Still, his true strength only came to the fore when he fought like a beast, with claws and fangs.

It was only natural. After all, he was a black dragon, one of the most violent types of dragons, comparable to red dragons.

"I know what you're thinking." Yuehan pointed her finger at the sword in Qingyi's hands.

The next moment, to his surprise, the hilt simply slipped from his fingers.

The sword shot toward Yuehan, tearing through the air with a high-pitched whine.

She caught it with her free hand in a casual gesture.

The air around her shuddered with a muffled thud as that absurd speed dropped to zero the instant her fingers closed around the hilt. The displaced air burst outward, whipping her hair back and pressing her clothes flat against her body for an instant.

To Ruxue, it had been more than a hundred thousand years since Yuehan last wielded her. To Yuehan, who had been dead all that time, only a few days had passed.

She moved both blades at the same time, slowly spreading her arms.

In her left hand, a sea of lightning surged, crackling and bathing half her face in a bluish-white glow.

In her right hand, a sea of flames roared, splitting the air around her in two and painting the other half of her face in flickering orange.

Slowly, she closed her arms, pushing the blades toward one another.

Fire and lightning converged midway, crackling and sparking where they touched, as if they were still resisting one another.

Finally, the twin swords were just a few centimeters apart.

Yuehan had limited her own cultivation to the same level as Qingyi's, so at first, he remained relaxed.

The next moment, however, the pressure in the air shifted. An invisible weight squeezed his chest and he finally realized the true power of that attack.

Yuehan took a step forward, her hips twisting and her entire body following the movement as she swung both swords in a horizontal slash.

Fire and lightning leapt from the blades, forming a gigantic crescent-shaped blade. The concrete beneath it scorched black as it passed.

The power doubled in the blink of an eye. Then it tripled. And it kept rising.

Fire and lightning stopped repelling each other completely, advancing truly as one. By that point, the power had already multiplied twentyfold.

Qingyi did not hesitate. He activated the Black Dragon Scales, the skin on his arms hardening into a dark, lustrous layer, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The attack struck his scales.

The two elements flared out in a cone around his body, shattering into hundreds of Qi blades that whizzed past his ears and seared the air.

Qingyi's feet sank into the ground.

The force hurled him backward, his heels carving two deep grooves into the concrete. A sharp pain shot through his scales as the cuts reached the flesh.

Fortunately, the cuts didn't go much deep before the attack collapsed into countless luminous fragments.

They rained down around him and faded into the ground like dying embers.

"Ah… damn," Qingyi grunted.

Life Qi was already coursing through his body, closing the cuts instantly and leaving only a warm tingling behind.

As he deactivated the Black Dragon Scales, his skin returning to normal, he looked at Yuehan.

"Ah… why the surprised look? Did you expect my arms to be torn off?" He gave her a bitter smile.

"No… it's just… why didn't you use Qi to protect your body?" she asked curiously, tilting her head slightly.

"I didn't think it would be necessary." He shook his head, stretching until his shoulders cracked.

"It was a good display of power, but..." Qingyi's eyes took on a determined gleam, and in the next instant, a spatial rift swallowed his body whole.

By the time Yuehan realized it, he was already behind her.

Right before Qingyi's eyes was the generous curve of those hips, the huge, pert buttocks outlined beneath the fabric.

The cloth stretched taut over the two big, round globes, dipping into the deep line between them.

"That hurt a lot, so consider this petty revenge." Qingyi's right hand flew toward Yuehan's right cheek.

Clap

A loud smack echoed through the air as his open palm landed squarely on that plump, perfect ass.

Qingyi's hand sank into her right buttock as if diving into soft pudding. The soft flesh flattened under his palm and spilled out around the edges of his fingers, warm and dense.

The shock of the slap spread across the entire buttock, racing under the fabric until it reached the other cheek, which quivered in response.

When he pulled his hand away, the buttock bounced back into shape, giving one last slow, heavy wobble before it settled.

His palm tingled with the heat he had stolen from there, and he could have sworn that the imprint of his five fingers was already blooming red beneath the fabric.

The Divine Sword Fairy's eyes widened, and a sharp gasp escaped her parted lips.

Her back arched out of pure reflex, jutting her butt even higher for a second, and her thighs squeezed together as the sting spread through the flesh.

"Y-you… such audacity!" She let out an irritated little squeal and leaped back. Her breasts bounced with the sudden movement, jostling under her clothes as she spun to face him with both swords trembling in her hands.

Ruxue clearly said something in her mind, because the blush on her face suddenly doubled in intensity, spreading down to her neck.

"Ah… at least let me explain why it's important for you to know about Sword Resonance… you pervert." She spoke in a defeated voice, averting her gaze and shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

The movement made her hips sway, and the slapped cheek gave a small, heavy jiggle.

Qingyi nodded in confirmation, without a trace of regret on his face.

He was an excellent student. Qingxiao, his former teacher and now wife, could confirm that.