Chapter 60 - Sparring

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Chapter 60: 60 - Sparring Qingyi held the sword he had received from Yueli tightly. It was a simple, but good weapon, its blade well balanced, the steel shining smoothly. The other priestesses quickly stopped their training, crowding around Qingyi and Yueli. Their sweaty bodies exuded a subtle and strangely pleasant floral fragrance, their breasts rising and falling with each panting breath. Qingyi inhaled deeply before exhaling, his eyes appreciating the women’s beauty for a brief moment. Could he handle them all if he had to? "Are you ready?" Yueli asked, and after Qingyi nodded, she smiled at her sisters. "Pay close attention and learn as much as you can," she instructed, also readying her weapon. In the next moment, they both advanced, their swords meeting with a metallic clang. "Ngh~" a pained groan escaped Yueli’s lips, Qingyi’s sword forcing her back more than three steps. Her beautiful blue eyes trembled, staring at Qingyi with a renewed light. How could he have such physical strength, even though he was injured? Then she remembered how easily Qingyi had wiped out the Red Claw gang, even though he was even weaker than now. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚 It made her shudder. Qingyi was a terrifying man. Her eyes rose from his sword to his face, meeting those piercing black eyes. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks before she shook her head and they both advanced again. "You’re good!" Qingyi laughed, parrying one of her blows. "You too," Yueli replied. It only took her a few exchanged blows to regain her composure, a confident smile appearing on her face. She had already identified Qingyi’s weakness: he was fast and powerful, but lacked experience. The priestess had been swinging a sword since she was seven, and even though Qingyi had a good base, it didn’t look like he had practiced fencing for more than four or five years. As their blades met in an endless dance, she suddenly changed her style. Qingyi’s eyes twitched as he realized that he had lost his advantage. Yueli’s sword became erratic, almost shapeless, attacking him from strange angles that were difficult to predict. That wouldn’t be a difficult thing to deal with using his draconic eyes, but without them, it was really problematic. Gritting his teeth, he forced his body a little more, his sword passing inches from Qin Yueli’s chest and cutting a small piece of the fabric of her dress. It was a good attack, but he regretted it the next moment. Yueli advanced beyond his sword, her breasts hitting the young man’s chest as she wrapped her legs around his. With one smooth movement, she threw him to the ground. She didn’t hold back after that, jumping on top of Qingyi. "Ugh," a groan of pain escaped the handsome young man’s lips as her ass hit his waist with a resounding clap, his already rigid member being crushed by the orbs of perfect, soft flesh. Leaning over him, she pressed her sword against his neck, her face full of pride as she smiled. "I guess I won, huh?" she said, but she didn’t have much time to enjoy it. A blush spread across her cheeks as Qingyi’s cut in her dress suddenly gave way under their weight, opening wider. Her breasts fell out of her cleavage, covering Qingyi’s face, one of the pink nipples ending up between his lips. At the same time, she felt something large and throbbing pressing against her moist pussy lips under the fabric of her dress. "Mgh...~" A depraved sound escaped her lips in a prolonged moan. Qingyi could feel the weight of Yueli’s breasts completely take over his face, they were only slightly smaller than Feiyan’s. At the same time, he could also feel her ass dominating his lap, his thighs sinking into the soft flesh, in no way inferior to the tanned beauty. Their gazes met, her face already as red as a tomato as she leapt off Qingyi. A muffled squeak escaped her lips as she struggled to cover her breasts, squeezing them tightly in the process. "I’m sorry..." Qingyi finally spoke. He wanted to admire her for a while longer, but he looked away, his eyes meeting the mischievous smiles of many of the women. They had grown up isolated there and hardly ever had any real contact with men, but they had many books. Some of them not exactly suitable for priestesses who were supposed to be pure and untouched. "I-it’s okay, it wasn’t your fault..." Qin Yueli turned around, walking away quickly. She didn’t know how she would be able to look Qingyi in the face again. *** Far from the lively mood of the Temple of the Lightning Spirit, the world was a little darker. "’Hei Lang is dead?" A man in his fifties asked. His body was powerful and his bald head bore horrible scars. "Yes, leader. An expert showed up at the last second and killed him. We didn’t manage to capture any women," a shadowy figure replied, and the leader grunted. "Fuck!" He threw his wine glass to the ground and rose from his throne, his gaze brimming with hatred. He was Hei Hunli, leader of the Red Claw gang. Hei Lang was one of his brothers, the one he loved and respected the most, despite being the weakest. The loss of a hundred good men barely affected his heart, but the thought of losing Hei Lang made him clutch his chest in anguish. "Brother!" A voice called out to him, and two other bald men burst into the throne room. "What is it?" Hei Hunli asked, grabbing a bottle of wine and sipping it in large gulps. The first man was Hei Langya, the second Hei Yeming. Both were powerful cultivators of the fourth and fifth stages of the Foundation Realm. "We’ve heard news of Hei Lang, is that true?" Hei Yeming asked. "Yes," Hei Hunli returned to his throne. "Some pretty-faced son of a bitch suddenly appeared and killed him, along with all of his hundred subordinates. Only the escorts made it back." His voice was filled with pain, but he soon turned that feeling into fury. "Get your men, two hundred should be enough. Make those bitches regret ever being born and cut the dick off that pretty little face." The two brothers shuddered slightly at such a cruel request, but in the end they just nodded. "Yes, brother!"

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