The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 431 One ball

"Young Master Lucien, it has been quite some time... It appears you still haven't moved past the result of our honorable duel," Qingyi remarked. Although his voice carried a respectful tone, a look of disdain curled his lips. "Honorable duel? You employed foul tactics to best me, and yet you still dare to call it honorable? Are you aware of the agony I endured during my recovery?"

"Eh? Come now..." Qingyi chuckled. His purple eyes began to glow softly as threads of draconic Qi surged into his pupils. "It couldn't have been that severe, could it?"

The moment his vision focused on the area between Lucien’s legs, tracking the mana circulating through his frame, he fell into a sudden silence upon the realization.

He observed the mana strands flowing through Lucien's entire physique, from the skin down to the bone, yet something felt off. A piece was missing.

'Why is there only one?' Qingyi pondered, and the truth quickly dawned on him.

Lucien was now left with only a single ball.

Catching Qingyi’s peculiar stare and grin, Lucien quickly crossed his legs to hide himself.

"You bastard, you know exactly what you did!" Lucien bellowed, turning his gaze toward the Bishop. "Your Holiness, grant me permission to eliminate him! I am prepared to crush him now! He is unworthy of the light of Auranys!"

The Bishop heard the plea but offered no immediate answer. Aeryn, who had been observing the scene with confusion, suddenly caught on, her expression shifting into one of subtle amusement.

"Oh... that was unnecessarily cruel," she whispered under her breath.

"Precisely!" Lucien shouted once more.

"Do you see, Your Holiness? Lady Aeryn is on my side! Let me fight him."

"That was a compliment," Aeryn clarified.

For the first time in the many months Lucien had known the elven princess, a laugh actually escaped her lips.

It was brief, low, and gentle, but it was more than enough to make Lucien's heart melt completely.

Paying him no further mind, Aeryn simply took a seat on a nearby bench.

Her striking green eyes locked onto Qingyi, her left hand moving to brush a golden strand of hair away from her long, pointed ears.

Her pale, lightly perspiring skin seemed to shimmer under the morning sun as she crossed her slender, well-shaped legs.

She turned her attention to the Bishop.

"My task is finished, and I have delivered Qingyi here. I assume I am now free to depart?" she inquired.

"Yes, Your Highness," the Bishop finally answered, letting out a weary sigh as his focus returned to Qingyi.

"You must be Long Qingyi. I have received a rather intriguing letter from the Bishop of the Valemont Kingdom, and an even more fascinating one from a local nun. Tell me, what grievance do you hold against Lucien?"

"Nothing at all," Qingyi replied with a shake of his head, surprised the man was already aware of him.

Then again, he hadn't exactly been keeping a low profile, and a person of the Bishop's standing would naturally possess an extensive intelligence network.

"We merely traded a few strikes a while back, but nothing beyond that."

"Hm..." The Bishop rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"The prophecy states that regardless of their identity, the one who rescued and was chosen by the Golden Convergence Pendant would be fit to join the five heroes. They are destined to purge the evil of this era and receive Auranys's blessing... Tell me, is this your desire?"

"Yes," Qingyi answered, keeping his response short and direct.

The Bishop shifted his gaze back to Lucien.

"You are permitted to fight Qingyi. A single bout of individual combat. Once it is over, you must purge all resentment from your soul and serve none but Auranys."

Lucien clenched his teeth at those instructions, his grip tightening on his sword's hilt. Stepping forward, he finally unleashed his golden holy power.

During this interval, he had pushed himself through insane training, utilizing the blessing granted by Auranys to manifest one ring after another. He had now reached the ninth ring.

His strength had surged immensely due to that divine favor; how could Qingyi possibly stand against him?

"No cheap tricks, no magic, only raw strength," Lucien declared, casting his sword to the dirt.

He intended to pummel Qingyi with his bare fists, wanting to squash him like a common bug.

Fortunately, out of all his advancements, his physical body had seen the most growth, having survived the most brutal tempering a mana-wielding warrior could face.

If he was capable of bending steel with his hands, there was no reason he couldn't snap Qingyi's spine.

The handsome youth merely watched Lucien for a moment before his eyes shifted to Aeryn—or more specifically, to the person appearing at her side.

The elven beauty gave a slight shiver as a pair of delicate hands rested on her shoulders, and two large, soft mounds pressed against the high elf's back.

A refined, lovely face emerged over Aeryn’s shoulder, blue hair flowing down to mingle with the elf's golden locks.

Behind her, a body continued to materialize from a rift in space, draped in a sophisticated blue gown. The cloth spanned from her neckline to a waist as thin as Aeryn's, eventually tapering down to wide hips and plush, soft thighs.

Her pale, creamy skin was visible through vertical slits in the dress, with white stockings reaching mid-thigh, pressing into the soft flesh and causing it to bulge into a tempting, pillowy curve.

"So, elf sister... who do you think is going to win?" she asked, adjusting the hat on her head while her red lips parted in a wide grin.

"I am not your sister, Sapphire," Aeryn shot back, blushing slightly, which only made the blue-haired beauty laugh.

"Oh... how cold and heartless..." Sapphire teased, her crimson lips curving into a gentle smile.

She took a seat beside the elf, watching the confrontation with curiosity.

Qingyi observed the pair for a brief second.

Margareth had mentioned the three heroines to him. Aeryn was one—a swift and agile swordswoman—while Lucien served as a sturdy tank.

That woman, Sapphire, had just utilized a space spell; naturally, she had to be the mage of the group.

She was one of the most renowned magicians of the younger generation on the continent and the successor to the Blue Tower, one of the three legendary mage towers.

Qingyi’s beautiful, sharp purple eyes locked with Sapphire’s, whose own eyes looked like perfectly polished gems.