Ding Kui's palm was trembling slightly. The burst of Inner Strength from Zhang nglong just now was so potent and fierce that, although it lacked any particular special characteristics, it was incredibly pure to an unbelievable degree.
He had sparred with countless Ancient Martial Artists in his lifeti, but he had never encountered such pure Inner Strength.
In Huaxia, ancient martial arts are a very ancient heritage, and many of these traditions had already vanished over ti, like Tai Chi and Yi Jin Jing, which were top-notch ancient martial arts in very ancient tis.
But as these traditions have been passed down to the present, much of their essence has been lost, and similar ancient martial arts have gradually beco more about health preservation and the cultivation of mind and body.
The reason those Ancient Martial Arts Families have continued to this day is that they possess complete cultivation thods! However, the quality of these cultivation thods is inconsistent, so are diocre, so yield twice the result with half the effort, and so require the assistance of unorthodox practices, often resulting in significant differences in the outcos.
The biggest difference is the purity of the Inner Strength cultivated, and the strength of the Inner Strength demonstrated by Zhang nglong is unmatched among all those he had seen.
He could feel that Zhang nglong's realm was just that of a Level Seven Ancient Martial Artist, yet that recent move he made would likely be difficult for even an ordinary Level Eight Ancient Martial Artist to withstand.
All that nonsense Zhang nglong was spouting earlier was automatically filtered out by him, claiming to be the big shot of this mountain, he was obviously soone the Chen Family had brought in to stand up for them!
"I am Ding Kui, the second elder of the Ding Family. May I ask for your esteed na?"
"I am Zhang nglong, the class monitor for the Polyr Materials departnt under the School of Materials & Science at Jiangnan University of Science and Technology!"
Ding Kui: "..."
"Is that format incorrect? Let
try again," Zhang nglong changed his introduction, "I am Zhang nglong, the top-ranked solo player in the Zaun server within the League of Legends national server district two!"
"Zhang nglong? Are you that Zhang nglong?" Even Ding Muyun, who was about to get into his car, halted his steps, unable to fathom the incredible strength of the young man he had glanced at in haste.
"Otherwise, which Zhang nglong would I be?"
"Who would have thought that Zhang nglong, the world's richest man, is also an Ancient Martial Artist," Ding Muyun said, sowhat surprised.
"Young Master, this Zhang nglong is a Level Seven Martial Artist!" Ding Kui inford.
"What?" Ding Muyun's pupils dilated several tis over in an instant. Ding Muyun, who had average talent, only experienced a rapid increase in strength after a recent fortunate opportunity. Even so, he was just a Level Four Martial Artist at best.
Zhang nglong was at least five years younger than him, a Level Seven Martial Artist—that was Grandmaster level. How could this be possible?
"Mr. Zhang has impressive skills, to have such Inner Strength at such a young age, I admire that!"
"I didn't want it either," sighed Zhang nglong, "I don't like Inner Strength one bit, I have no interest in it. But my strength doesn't allow otherwise!"
Ding Muyun's mouth twitched slightly. Zhang nglong's ostentatious humility was almost enough to provoke soone to hit him. How many Ancient Martial Artists spent their whole lives without reaching the level of strength that Zhang nglong possessed?
He had so understanding of Zhang nglong. This Zhang nglong was unimaginably wealthy, and to date, no one knew exactly how much money he had. It seed that his background was not just about being rich.
A Grandmaster at only 22, such an achievent was even more terrifying than the Martial God of yore. How exactly did Zhang nglong accomplish this? Practicing ancient martial arts wasn't sothing achievable with just money.
"Mr. Zhang, today's issue is a private matter between
and the Chen Family, and I hope Mr. Zhang can stand aside. If Mr. Zhang visits my Ding Family soday, I will definitely treat you with the courtesy due to an honored guest." Zhang nglong's background was unfathomably deep, and Ding Muyun was no fool; avoiding enmity with him was naturally the best course of action.
"No way!" Zhang nglong rejected outright without a second thought, "I just made it clear, I am the boss of this mountain, and everything on this mountain is under my protection. Since the Chen Family lives here, I have to look out for them. If you say kill soone and you kill, say kidnap a woman and you kidnap, then what does that make
look like?"
Having said that, Zhang nglong brought out the developnt agreent again, "See this? I have evidence right here. If you leave now, I can pretend nothing ever happened. After all, ignorance is no fault, right?"
"Not this developnt agreent again..." The people from the Chen Family looked dejected. Did Zhang nglong not realize that such a thing held no binding power for people from the Ancient Martial Arts Families? In the mundane world, those with money may be in charge, but in the Ancient Martial Arts World, those with the biggest fists rule.
Zhang nglong's strength was indeed formidable; just the move he used earlier made both elders from the Chen Family feel inferior. But Ding Kui was a Level Nine Martial Artist, just a step away from touching the Mythical Realm!
In Huaxia, while the number of Ancient Martial Artists wasn't large, there were still several hundred thousand, or even close to a million.
But the number of Martial Artists in the Mythical Realm would absolutely not exceed a hundred.
That Zhang nglong could repel Ding Kui just now was already unfathomably surprising, but it was a sneak attack. If the two were to face off directly, Zhang nglong would definitely be no match for Ding Kui!
"Mr. Zhang, are you determined to oppose my Ding Family?" Ding Muyun's expression suddenly turned cold.
"Seriously, you bully my people on my turf, and you dare say I'm the one opposing you? That logic is just flawless!"
"Mr. Zhang, you may have great influence in the secular world, but we are now resolving this matter in the way of the Ancient Martial Arts World. Don't make trouble for yourself!" Ding Muyun said, "My politeness isn't because I'm afraid of you. If you don't know what's good for you, you might not have a chance to spend that money of yours in the future."
"Are you threatening ?"
"Mr. Zhang can think so," Ding Muyun said, "The secular police won't intervene in matters of the Ancient Martial Arts World, and even if I kill you here today, no one will cause
any trouble!"
"With just that sentence you uttered, it's no longer about whether I leave or not," Zhang nglong's expression beca incredibly dangerous, "The opportunity has already been given to you. Leaving today won't be so easy anymore."
"Oh?" Ding Muyun suddenly let out a cold sneer, "I wonder what Mr. Zhang will require to let us leave?"
Ding Muyun's words were thick with sarcasm.
Zhang nglong was indeed very strong, and his background might be even stronger, possibly with a Martial God from the Mythical Realm backing him up; but today he was just one person, and Ding Kui was a Level Nine Martial Artist. It was obvious who was superior and who was inferior. Could it be that he thought he, a re Level Seven Martial Artist, could defeat a Level Nine Martial Artist?
"Reset to zero!" Zhang nglong opened the calculator app on his phone, "Let
first tally up an account here. You've hit my people here, so the dical expenses are on you, right? Let's start with 100 billion."
"Then, you scared my people, so there should be compensation for emotional distress, right? Let's count that as another 100 billion."
"Look at this ground, all damaged. Though I was the one who took action, you're the responsible party, so you should cover the costs for these damages, right? That's another 100 billion."
"Also, I've been a coward since I was young. Your earlier threats might have given
a psychological illness. dical expenses, compensation for emotional distress, nutrition fees, loss of work—these can't be omitted, right? Let's ballpark it to 500 billion."
"Oh, and by the way, you entered my territory without my permission, so let's calculate entry fees and parking fees at another 100 billion each."
"That brings us to a total of 1,000 billion. Are you paying in cash, by card, or direct transfer? I can give you a discount if you don't need a receipt!"
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