The Despicable Dragon Man

Hong Feiheng raised his eyebrows, his irritable mood turning into curiosity, and he was in no hurry to leave.

Human nature is essentially gossip-loving, especially when it comes to gossip around acquaintances - it's even more enticing.

He waited leisurely for Qi Yuan's reaction.

Qi Yuan's expression was unchanged. This would not be difficult to resolve.

However, he never liked to suffer losses. Some things had to be explained clearly.

"To clarify, I haven't met her before today."

"So it's impossible for me to like her."

The punk who had been unsuccessfully pursuing his dream girl all this time gritted his teeth. "Bastard, are you saying..."

But when he heard Qi Yuan's next words, he reluctantly closed his mouth.

"It's not that she's not good enough, it's just that one of my criteria for choosing a spouse is that she should not lose out to me in looks."

In the end, Qi Yuan still left some face for the unfortunate Fujiwara Aka.

To have her secret affection exposed so publicly was truly too embarrassing.

Especially since Fujiwara Aka seemed to be quite a celebrity - her misery was compounded.

This punk had no shame and no consideration for others' need to save face.

"Is this requirement of mine unreasonable?"

The dutiful interpreter's brain turned to mush, operating on pure instinct alone.

His soul nearly drifted out of his mouth.

Without the interpreter's embellishments, Qi Yuan's meaning was conveyed bluntly to those around him.

The onlooking crowd fell silent.

They had previously felt that this guy was a little unappreciative.

He didn't choose the Priestess - who else could he be hoping to choose?!

But when questioned by him, they sank into contemplation.

Was it unreasonable...?

In principle it shouldn't be, but they somehow felt that with his standards, he might never find a wife in future.

They couldn't imagine anyone who could stand by his side without losing out.

In that case, it made sense that the Priestess didn't gain his affection.

Some shook their heads, unwilling to admit the goddess's inferiority, trying instead to make up for it in other areas.

"That's not it. Although the Priestess may not be as good-looking, she is very gentle and powerful."

"That's right. Looks are not important. The Priestess is very strong."

"As long as you can barely stand to look at each other when spending your days together, it's fine. The Priestess has a gentle personality - she's like the quintessential Yamato Nadeshiko."

Do you guys even hear what you're saying?!

Such a pretty young lady was being talked about by them as if she was unbearable to behold. Qi Yuan felt extremely out of place.

The punk was also shocked speechless by Qi Yuan's words. He turned into the Master of Geese, madly going "Uh uh uh."

After stammering for a long time, he still couldn't find any counterarguments, and finally scratched his head in frustration.

"Are your requirements not excessive? Then do I still have a chance?"

Qi Yuan nodded, outwardly affirming his words, while thinking to himself that this silly punk had zero chance.

After letting her lose so much face, it would be impressive if she didn't actively avoid you.

Overjoyed, the punk threw a few punches in the air and bowed solemnly.

"I still want to duel with you. I can feel that you are very strong!"

"Please allow me to witness just how strong one needs to be to gain Miss Fujiwara's favor."

The delinquent king recalled in his mind the words Fujiwara Aka had said to him before.

"What kind of man do I like... Well, a gentle man who can give a sense of security. As for me, looks and family background are not important!"

The delinquent king was extremely confident that he could best Qi Yuan in gentleness.

The only area he had yet to grasp was that of capability.

Having completely heard the inner voice of the delinquent king's mind, Qi Yuan didn't even know what to say.

Brother, she was definitely lying to you about that.

If that were truly the case, you wouldn't be standing here causing me trouble right now.

You have to know, he's only met Fujiwara Aka once in total.

Whether she had an ulterior motive or just liked his looks, in any case it definitely had nothing to do with gentleness or ability.

"I refuse," Qi Yuan rejected bluntly without the slightest hesitation.

He would have to be an idiot to agree to a comparison involving disproportionate risks and rewards.

His current true strength was S-rank; this punk with the airplane-shaped head was the same.

Just now when his goddess was snatched away, the punk didn't even give off any killing intent, let alone agree to just sparring.

On the off chance that something went wrong by accident, all his previous effort would have gone to waste.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of an accident, there was no need for him to take the risk.

The potential gains were far too low.

"Why?"

The delinquent king probed to the root of the issue. He looked steadily at Qi Yuan, trying to convey his determination.

As a result, he was met directly with a pair of cold, golden eyes.

Killing intent!

Such strong killing intent!

However...

As the number two delinquent king, he was no pushover either. Sakurajima's strength should not be underestimated!

Behold my might! Allow me to witness your capability!

The endless hell opened up, with hordes of evil ghosts crawling up from beneath the ground. The surrounding earth was enveloped by a paranormal domain.

Volcanoes erupted and magma flowed in the deep ravines.

The skies darkened, thunder roared deafeningly, lightning crackled down in strips...

The skies and earth were entirely enveloped by the domain, endless slaughter brewing within.

This was a fully formed paranormal domain. This guy was an SS-rank paranormal!

Too...too powerful!

At this moment, the punk experienced unprecedented pressure.

His body was torn apart by the ghosts, melted by the magma, pierced through by the lightning bolts.

It was as if he died and revived endlessly within the endless slaughter, repeating this process.

Powerless!

There was absolutely no way to resist such might!

Miss Fujiwara, will I ever gain your favor in this lifetime?

No...

Fantasizing is a sickness that needs treatment!

Even if you subconsciously know that pursuing the goddess is hopeless, there's no need to fantasize about being chopped into pieces right...

Qi Yuan looked at the punk who had lost himself arguing vehemently with the air.

He was just about to say something but swallowed it back down, heaving a deep sigh.

He hadn't even done anything yet.

He only wanted to add some special effects to facilitate bluffing and subduing his opponent.

This punk with the airplane head must have been possessed by some spirit, creating his own imagination out of nothing.

If his opponent had been a monster, Qi Yuan could have harvested a bunch of paranormal domains.

He knew the truth of the situation, but those around them did not.

All they saw was Qi Yuan closing then opening his eyes again, his eye color changing instantly.

Then the delinquent king became utterly frozen in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Given the circumstances, what other explanation could there be? It must have been the work of that man with the golden eyes.

Tsk tsk!

A rare illusion-type paranormal!

Despicable Dragon!

On the surface he rejected, but sinisterly attacked in secret...

If it had been a fair fight, the delinquent king would definitely not have lost!

But they didn't dare to make any noise. With the delinquent king under control, yelling carelessly would only result in their own deaths.

The Priest, who had been watching developments here all along, narrowed his eyes slightly. His previously genial face gradually became serious.

This youngster was very strong!

He couldn't detect when the youngster had made his move at all. There had been absolutely no paranormal energy fluctuations.

The Nine Dark Seats of Dragon Kingdom...

If all of them were of this caliber...

The Priest looked over Hong Feiheng with probing eyes.

This red-haired man had been acting alone with the golden-eyed man this whole time...

Hong Feiheng, also shocked, looked towards Qi Yuan.

As far as he knew, Qi Yuan was a light-type paranormal. How did he suddenly turn into an illusion-type?