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Chapter 9: Technique Combination – Drawing the Prison on the Ground!

Yang Hong's provocation toward Xu Zhengyang had long been anticipated, so there was no real surprise.

So he replied cleanly and decisively, “Our names are both listed side‑by‑side on the True Essence Sect’s Technique roster, with no hierarchy. Since you want to be my senior brother, win against me first!”

“Oh?”

Yang Hong laughed heartily at that, saying, “I can see, you’re also a sharp one! However. Today, that “senior brother” title is yours to claim!”

As he spoke,

Yang Hong drew the Seven‑Star Techniquebreaking Sword, spun it into a sword‑flower before his chest, and a sword‑qi about one foot long materialized along its blade!

“A born martial cultivator?”

Pei Zhen exclaimed in surprise, then cast a strange glance at Chen Qiang, saying, “Junior disciple Chen— It seems you have found a good seed this time!”

“Hahahaha!”

Chen Qiang, who had been holding himself back all morning for this moment, could no longer hide his mood. He laughed aloud and said, “Senior Brother Pei, why not just have your disciple concede now? My disciple is worthy of being called your senior brother!”

Pei Zhen shook his head at that, replying, “Let these juniors decide for themselves.”

As he spoke,

Pei Zhen casually glanced at Xu Zhengyang.

Xu Zhengyang returned the reassuring look, then said to Yang Hong, “Junior Brother Yang, since you’re a born cultivator, then let’s decide the outcome using only our own bodies, without external tools—how about that?”

“Couldn’t ask for more!”

Yang Hong said, immediately setting aside the Seven‑Star Techniquebreaking Sword he had just drawn, and said to Xu Zhengyang, “Please!”

Seeing this, Xu Zhengyang handed over his talisman paper, the Jade of Tranquil Mind, and the Jade Gourd Talisman to Pei Zhen, saying, “Master, please keep these safe for me.”

“Mm.”

Pei Zhen nodded and packed Xu Zhengyang’s items into a storage bag.

…

*

Meanwhile, at the Elders’ Seat, the branch and guest elders of the True Essence Sect, having watched the disciple‑recruitment ceremony, lingered to see more entertainment instead of leaving.

“Doesn’t Pei Elder’s disciple challenging without external aids make him look helpless? Yang Hong is a born cultivator who can project martial aura outward. Once he gets close to Xu Zhengyang, won’t Xu Zhengyang be cut down instantly?”

“Maybe Xu Zhengyang is a born master too!”

“That’s impossible! Xu Zhengyang breathes shallowly and moves loosely—he might not even ground a horse‑stance properly; he definitely can’t be born‑level!”

…

Chen Qiang overheard the murmuring from the elders’ seat.

Smiling, he approached Pei Zhen and said smugly, “Senior Brother Pei, you can still ask your disciple to concede now—to spare us from seeing junior‑level injuries.”

“Heh.”

Pei Zhen shot Chen Qiang a side glance with a forced smile, and said, “Do you dare make a bet with me?”

“Bet on what?” Chen Qiang asked.

“If my disciple wins, I want you to copy the commentary‑annotated Mysterious Mechanism Body Refining Art from your Mysterious Mechanism Sect and pass it on to my disciple; If your disciple wins… You’ve been eyeing the Earth‑Dragon Flame Vein on my Divine Mechanism Peak to refine pills, haven’t you? If your disciple can win, the Earth‑Dragon Flame Vein will belong to your Mysterious Mechanism Peak from now on!”

Chen Qiang and Pei Zhen had schemed openly and covertly for years and knew each other’s natures well.

Seeing Pei Zhen so confident, Chen Qiang felt unease arise and became indecisive.

“A bet that big?”

At that moment,

True Essence Sect’s Sect Master Master Xuan Yin glanced meaningfully at Xu Zhengyang and said to Pei Zhen, “It seems Junior Brother Pei has great confidence in your disciple.”

“I just fear Junior Brother Chen doesn’t have confidence in his disciple.”

Pei Zhen mocked Chen Qiang further, saying, “Fortunately the Sect Master is here today — he can witness this for us. If you don’t dare, then don’t speak to me about the Earth‑Dragon Flame Vein again.”

Honestly, faced with Pei Zhen’s domineering stance, Chen Qiang already wanted to back out. But with so many watching, he had no choice but to grit his teeth. “Fine, bet’s on!”

After saying that,

Chen Qiang bowed to Master Xuan Yin and said, “Sect Master Senior Brother, the wager was proposed by Senior Brother Pei himself. If he tries to renege later, you must rule in my favor!”

“Mm.”

Master Xuan Yin nodded lightly.

He was also curious what strange ability Xu Zhengyang had to inspire such trust from cautious Pei Zhen.

So Master Xuan Yin said to Guest Elder Zhang Changyou behind him, “Junior Brother Zhang, please prepare a temporary arena in front of the Founders’ Hall and serve as referee for the duel. That way no one gets seriously hurt.”

“By the Sect Master’s decree!”

Zhang Changyou bowed, then floated over and positioned himself between Xu Zhengyang and Yang Hong.

…

“I, Elder Zhang Changyou, by Sect Master’s decree, will referee your duel. Any objections?”

Zhang Changyou said, then waved his hand and cast a Technique, raising the stones in the Founders’ Hall plaza three feet high into a ten‑zhang‑wide bluestone arena.

“Disciple has no objection. Thank you, Elder Zhang.”

Xu Zhengyang saluted Zhang Changyou, then leaped onto the arena.

“I have no objection either!”

Yang Hong followed suit and jumped up.

…

Just before the match began,

Yang Hong, full of confidence, pointed at Xu Zhengyang and said, “Senior Brother! Your title today is set!”

No sooner had Yang Hong’s words fallen, though he now stood loosely across from him, Xu Zhengyang distinctly felt a murderous aura lock onto him!

Sensing that real pressure,

Xu Zhengyang thoughtfully thought, 【Is this the killing aura Yang Hong tempered in real combat?】

Xu Zhengyang thought that, then re‑checked his Technique Manager to ensure it was functioning properly.

He ignored Yang Hong’s trash talk and stared at Yang Hong without expression.

…

After a moment, as Zhang Changyou shouted “Begin!”, Yang Hong instantly became a black line barely visible to the naked eye, dashing at Xu Zhengyang’s position!

Just when Yang Hong was about to strike,

Xu Zhengyang calmly squatted down, placed both hands on the ground, and shouted: “Draw the prison on the ground!”

“Hahahaha!”

From the elders’ seat, Chen Qiang laughed heartily at this, turning to Pei Zhen and asked, “Old Pei, did your disciple just get scared silly? ‘Draw the prison on the ground’—what Technique is that? Is that even in the Tier 1 Techniques? Could it be your disciple developed it himself…”

Chen Qiang hadn’t finished speaking yet—

Suddenly on the large temporary arena, a one‑zhang‑wide muddy pit appeared beneath Yang Hong’s feet!

Yang Hong sensed something felt off underfoot.

Just as he prepared to leap out with martial aura, suddenly a powerful pulling force restrained him, and he was instantly yanked into the mud pit!

【Not good!】

Yang Hong flared his martial sense, intending to explode with aura to break the mud and leap out.

But before he could act, the mud surrounding him solidified into a solid mass, forming a unified rock that embedded Yang Hong inside, leaving only his head protruding!

As the mud hardened, powerful pressure squeezed every inch of Yang Hong’s flesh from all sides.

At that moment, Yang Hong couldn’t move, and even breathing required all his effort!

If Yang Hong weren’t a strong born martial cultivator with robust muscles and tendons and long qi, this single move would have crushed him unconscious on the spot!

“You’ve lost.”

Xu Zhengyang said coolly.

Before Yang Hong could respond, four earth‑spikes appeared at Yang Hong’s brow, back‑of‑head, and both temples.

“The outcome is decided: Divine Mechanism Peak’s Xu Zhengyang wins!”

At the same moment, referee Zhang Changyou announced the match officially over.