The Prize

"Y-you bastard! Give me back my treasure!"

Ling Bao was horrified to see that Zheng Zetian had snatched away the high-grade magic treasure, the Supreme True Vajra Bracelet, with a single move. He tried chanting and forming hand seals, but couldn't call it back.

"Junior Brother Ling Bao, don't tell me that's all you've got?"

Zheng Zetian rubbed the golden ring, then tucked it into his sleeve.

"You'd better put some thought into this. We're representing our two mountains in a contest of skill, after all. I'm going easy on you. It doesn't matter if I lose, but what will you do if you lose?"

"L-lose..."

Ling Bao swallowed and finally remembered to look at his master. Real Person Shuxin said nothing, merely watching his performance with a cold expression. Ling Bao broke out in a sweat, realizing that he absolutely couldn't disgrace his sect this time.

"Zheng! Don't get cocky! Now behold the might of my Geng Metal Demon-Binding Rope!"

Ling Bao reached into his robes again and pulled out a coil of golden rope with his left hand. Forming a seal with his right, he silently recited an incantation. The Demon-Binding Rope shot into the sky, darting about like a golden serpent before swooping down to bind Zheng Zetian!

Zheng Zetian had seen plenty of magic treasures that bound and captured people. He raised his hand as before and sent out a sheet of blue lightning, knocking the golden rope aside. Then he reached out to snatch it, just as he had the ring.

But Ling Bao had come up with a trick. With a wave of his right hand, he produced a golden brick and, without a word, launched a sudden sneak attack, hurling it straight at Zheng Zetian's forehead!

Zheng Zetian grinned. He'd seen this sort