Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

The air was heavy with tension as the guardian raised its sword high, the massive blade catching glints of the dim light in the arena. It prepared to deliver an earth-shattering blow, but then, it hesitated. A shift in the air—subtle but clear—alerted it to something behind. Pyris appeared out of nowhere, his sword raised, shimmering with a chaotic infusion of lightning and flame.

The guardian swiftly pivoted, swinging its weapon to meet Pyris' strike, but the Pyris in its sight burst into a cloud of pink and violet coloured mana.

An illusion.

From behind the veil of the dissipating mana, the real Pyris roared, his blade already mid-swing. A resounding clash erupted as the two swords collided, the sheer force of their collision generating shockwaves that rippled through the battlefield. Both were hurled back several paces, the guardian's massive frame skidding slightly, while Pyris slid gracefully, his dragon-infused aura holding steady.

"Not bad for an oversized walking mountain," Pyris said, twirling his sword effortlessly before leveling it toward the guardian.

The guardian did not reply, but a shift in its presence—a sharp, cutting edge to its aura—spoke louder than words. It raised its sword, which began to shimmer with divine energy. Spatial distortions rippled around the blade, fragments of the surrounding space bending and twisting unnaturally.

Pyris's grin faltered for a moment. "Spatial and divine, huh? Great, just great," he muttered under his breath. "Exactly what I wanted to deal with today."

The guardian slashed forward with a massive swing. A streak of divine energy and warped space tore toward Pyris, carving a jagged path through the battlefield. Pyris leapt to the side, his movement a blur, as the attack missed him by inches, leaving a rift in the air where it passed.

In retaliation, Pyris raised his sword and summoned the elements to his aid.

Lightning crackled along the blade, fire roared at its edge, and wind coiled around it in chaotic harmony. He swung with ferocity, sending a crescent-shaped wave of elemental power racing toward the guardian.

The guardian stepped forward, meeting the attack with a swing of its own sword. Its blade seemed to fold space, and the elemental wave shattered against the distortion, scattering harmlessly into embers and sparks.

Pyris grit his teeth. He infused his sword with earth energy, driving it into the ground. Spikes of jagged rock erupted beneath the guardian's feet, aiming to skewer it. But the guardian's spatial magic flared, and it stepped aside—just a single step—and was suddenly meters away, the spikes missing entirely.

"Alright, I'll admit it. That's a cool trick," Pyris quipped, before hurling a second, larger elemental wave—a vortex of water and lightning—at his opponent.

The guardian raised its sword and slashed diagonally, and the vortex was split cleanly in two, the remnants scattering into harmless streams.

Before the guardian could counter, Pyris appeared above it, sword raised high, his entire form crackling with lightning. He swung downward with immense force, his blade aiming for the guardian's shoulder. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

The guardian turned slightly, its divine aura flaring, and brought its sword up in time to block.

The collision produced an explosion of light and energy that pushed both combatants apart once more. Pyris landed in a crouch, skidding back as he gasped for breath. His dragon scales shimmered under the assault of divine energy, but thin cracks began to appear along their surface.

"Damn, that stings," he muttered, rubbing his chest where the divine energy had grazed him. "That's not fair, you know? You're basically cheating with divine energy."

The guardian finally spoke, its deep voice resonating through the air. "A battle is not fair. It is survival."

"Oh great, now the giant philosophical meathead has opinions," Pyris shot back. "Thanks for the wisdom, O Mighty Wall of Muscle. But I like the odds really. How cool it will be to beat you, divine slave!"

The guardian didn't react to Pyris's words but instead swung its sword, sending another spatial blade racing toward him. Pyris barely managed to sidestep it, but the force tore through the scales on his left arm, leaving it slightly exposed. He hissed in pain but didn't stop moving.

This time, he retaliated with speed. Using his lightning-infused body, Pyris moved faster than the eye could follow, darting around the guardian and striking from multiple angles. His sword clashed against the guardian's, sparks flying with each collision. Every time he swung, he infused his attacks with a different element—fire, water, wind—but the guardian deflected them all with precision, its spatial magic allowing it to parry and counter without delay.

The guardian finally went on the offensive again. It raised its sword high, the blade glowing with an overwhelming divine light.

Pyris's instincts screamed danger. He poured all his energy into his lightning, moving just as the sword came crashing down, obliterating the ground where he had stood a moment before. The shockwave threw him into the air, and before he could recover, the guardian slashed again, sending a spatial wave that grazed his side, leaving a deep gash.

Pyris crashed to the ground, coughing blood. His chest heaved as he struggled to stand. The divine energy lingering in the air seemed to sap his strength, its presence oppressive and relentless.

"Alright… plan C," he wheezed, gripping his sword tightly. His life energy surged, the wounds across his body beginning to heal. He stood tall, defiant.

"You know," Pyris said, a wild grin forming despite the blood trickling from his lips, "if you keep throwing all your best moves at me now, what'll you have left when I actually start trying?"

The guardian tilted its head slightly, as if intrigued. "You jest, yet you bleed. Arrogance or desperation?"

"Neither," Pyris replied, his voice steady. He raised his sword, the energy around it crackling violently. "It's called buying time."

The guardian won't see it coming!

He swung his sword in a wide arc, unleashing a massive surge of fire and wind, forcing the guardian to retreat a step. Pyris used the moment to regain his footing, his confidence unwavering despite the overwhelming odds.

The guardian's aura sharpened again, the pressure growing. It raised its sword, and Pyris braced himself. He could feel it in his bones—the next exchange would push him to the edge. But he was ready.

"Round two," Pyris said, his voice carrying both determination and a hint of madness.

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