Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

“What did you say?” one of the dragon race experts bellowed.

Long Chen’s words rippled through the ranks of the dragon race like a stone thrown into a calm sea. He was at the receiving end of numerous death glares.

These were no ordinary opponents—each of them was a peak ancient genius. Even someone as powerful as Mo Yang would hesitate to face them all. For a human to openly insult the entire dragon race was a challenge to their pride, and such an insult was more lethal than any blade.

They slowly surrounded Long Chen, killing intent rising out of them. They could not accept Long Chen’s insult.

Though knowing Long Chen’s goal was to draw their attention and silence them, Mo Ying and the other leaders couldn’t help but tense up. How could they not? Long Chen had offended all of them, and their fury was now laser-focused on him.

“You don’t like being called trash?” Long Chen sneered. “Just take a look at your behavior a moment ago. Do you truly think you deserve to be called peerless heavenly geniuses?”

Their expressions grew a bit unsightly. In the chaotic uproar, they had been shouting over each other, turning the scene into something reminiscent of a bustling fish market. It was undeniably humiliating.

“This place is the Dragon Domain. The dragon race’s matters do not require a lowly human to meddle in. Are you trying to make me laugh?” roared one of them.

Long Chen smirked, clasping his hands behind his back. “You’d have to be worthy of my meddling. If you don’t like it, then it’s simple—step up and fight me. Take turns, or come at me all at once. I’ll accept any and all challengers.”

His attitude provoked these arrogant heavenly geniuses. They had the urge to swarm him and tear him to pieces.

However, their pride as members of the dragon race held them back. Every single one of them was an unparalleled figure of their generation, their names synonymous with dominance. To gang up on a human, no matter how detestable, would be beneath them. Such a move would tarnish their reputations, and if word of it spread, they’d become laughingstocks.

Mo Ying’s tense heart relaxed slightly when she saw this. She truly admired Long Chen’s intelligence. He had skillfully manipulated their emotions, focusing their hatred solely on him while ensuring they wouldn’t act rashly as a group.

“Let me teach you how high the heavens are.” Just then, one of the dragon experts flew out.

“Hold it!” Long Chen raised his hand.

“What? Are you afraid?” sneered that expert.

“At such an age, you still use such childish taunts. Before we fight, I should make it clear. Are you fighting me in turns? Shouldn’t we have rules? For example, are you planning on coming at me with ten people or a hundred people? Or are all of you going to come at me all at once? If we are to fight, there must be losers and winners. The losers naturally must pay a price. If I lose, I’ll give you my life. But if you lose, you’ll follow my orders and work together to face the crisis threatening the Dragon Domain. Do you dare wager on that?” asked Long Chen.

That expert’s expression changed when he heard of this wager, and a wave of tension rippled through the crowd. Long Chen’s previous displays of power had already cemented his strength in their minds. He had crushed every challenger with ease, leaving no room for doubt.

Although they refused to submit to him, they weren’t sure that they could beat him. If they lost, they had to obey a human? That would be the disgrace of a lifetime.

Seeing them hesitating, Long Chen mocked, “Why? Are you not confident? Not even ten against one? Then how about a hundred against one? Of course, it’s fine if you come all at once. Considering that I do have a tiny bit of reputation within the human race, I’ll accept all challengers.”

“You…”

All the dragon experts almost spat out blood from rage. Long Chen’s words were incredibly arrogant and enraging.

The offhand comment about his “tiny bit of reputation” in the human race was the most infuriating of all. To have a human, a so-called minor figure at that, issue such an outrageous challenge to the dragon race’s top heavenly geniuses was beyond insulting—it was humiliating.

Mo Ying and the others watched in awe as Long Chen skillfully manipulated the situation. His mastery over the tempo of the confrontation was impeccable, leaving even these heavenly geniuses in the palm of his hand.

Now, they were caught in a dilemma. On one hand, they burned to fight him and wipe that smug expression off his face. However, going at him one by one would be unfair. Since when did the dragon race need to rely on numbers to beat people? What would happen to the dragon race’s face if that happened?

Even if they killed him and ensured no one ever learned of it, the stain would remain in their hearts.

With just a few words, Long Chen had taken control. He had unified their animosity against him and, in doing so, silenced their internal squabbling. Now, they were forced to think carefully, not just about their actions, but the consequences of those actions.

“The dragon race doesn’t need to fight in turns, nor do we require numbers!” A voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Come! I’ll fight you!”

“Chi Wufeng!”

A startled cry broke out from someone who recognized this expert. Chi Wufeng was a legendary name—a peak heavenly genius of the immemorial era, hailing from the scarlet dragon race. Stories of his prowess had echoed through the ages. In the immemorial era, he had slaughtered countless devil creatures, earning fame across the heavens.

Most importantly, it was rumored that he had mastered the sovereign dragon flame—a secret technique exclusive to the sovereign dragon race and never shared beyond it. This mastery had fueled speculation that he wasn’t a pureblood scarlet dragon but possessed a trace of sovereign dragon lineage. Without it, awakening such a flame would have been impossible.

The heat radiating from him grew intense, raising the temperature in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest. Even the other dragon experts felt discomfort and instinctively summoned dragon blood shields to resist the flames.

Chi Wufeng’s pressure was truly shocking. Even without fully unleashing his aura, the flames around him seemed to sear straight into the soul, leaving no doubt that he was a force to be reckoned with.

“No, Chi Wufeng might be strong, but I don’t believe he’s stronger than Mo Yang. If the dragon race is only sending one person to fight, it has to be Mo Yang. Otherwise, we won’t accept it,” declared one of Mo Yang’s staunch supporters.

Although Chi Wufeng was terrifying, his reputation clearly was not as great as Mo Yang’s. Many nodded in agreement with this sentiment. They clearly would rather have Mo Yang fight.

Chi Wufeng’s expression darkened slightly at this development. Before he could respond, Mo Yang stepped forward.

Mo Yang said, “Our power is nearly identical. It wouldn’t make much difference who fights. The Dragon Domain is brimming with heavenly geniuses, and there are more than ten here on our level. Any one of them could represent the dragon race in this battle. Brother Wufeng, the stage is yours!”

With that, Mo Yang took a half-step back, extending a hand in a polite gesture. His action instantly embarrassed Chi Wufeng.

Shaking his head, Chi Wufeng replied, “It’s fine. Your reputation is greater, and there’s no need for me to compete with you over this. However, after this, we’ll definitely have our own match.”

Without waiting for a response, Chi Wufeng stepped back, removing himself from the spotlight and leaving Mo Yang squarely in the center of attention.

All eyes now focused on Mo Yang and Long Chen. The confrontation everyone had anticipated was finally about to unfold.