The Chen Family looked at Zhang Menglong barking madly there, their expressions turning stranger one after the other. Couldn’t he see that the current situation was not that friendly towards him?
Not only did he not leave, but he actually dared to demand money from them? A hundred billion for entrance and parking fees? This was far beyond a swindler—this was outright robbery!
"Enough!" Ding Muyun roared unbearably, "You refuse the toast only to drink a forfeit, then today, you will leave with them. Second Elder, no survivors, kill them all!"
"Mr. Zhang, shall I just kill them?" Ye Yin’s voice arose cold and detached by Zhang Menglong’s ear. In his heart, anyone who dared to disrespect Zhang Menglong must die.
Although Zhang Menglong had obtained the family’s legacy, after all, he had only practiced for two or three months at most. From a normal person to a Level Seven Martial Artist in two months—this would probably scare a large number of people to death if word got out in the Ancient Martial Arts World.
But with his current strength, facing this Ding Kui, he likely still lacked mastery.
"You don’t need to take action; I can deal with it myself!"
"But..."
"Don’t worry, if I really can’t beat him, then you can take action."
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"Yes!"
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"Gou Dan," Zhang Menglong’s fingers lightly brushed over the President’s Ring, "I remember I can use the strength of the teachers in the academy temporarily, right?"
"Yes, as long as the president pays some Cred Points, he can temporarily add the strength of the teachers onto himself. The Cred Points consumed vary according to the strength level of the teachers."
"What are the strength levels of those teachers right now?"
"The strength level of Xiong Ba, the teacher and president of the Martial Arts Academy, is classified as level nine of the Mythical Realm, and the cost is 30 Cred Points per minute. The headmaster, Wu Xingyun, is level seven of the Mythical Realm, with a cost of 25 Cred Points per minute, teacher Qiao Feng..."
"Add Xiong Ba’s realm onto me temporarily!" Zhang Menglong ordered. "If I’m going to show off, I have to do it thoroughly!"
"Yes, President!"
In an instant, an astonishing power surged from the ring of the president into Zhang Menglong’s body, his Inner Strength becoming many times stronger in a blink of an eye. He even felt that he could shatter a mountain with a single punch!
The reason why masters of the Mythical Realm seldom took action was that, like Psychics who surpassed level nine, they could unleash terrifying power with a simple gesture. A single person could overthrow a small city or even a small country—their existence could be described as human-shaped nuclear weapons!
Even Grandmaster-level Martial Artists could cause massive destruction, which was why the Second World Convention had various clauses to restrict these people; otherwise, the secular world would have been destroyed by them long ago.
As for level nine of the Mythical Realm, probably to this date, none of the existing Ancient Martial Artists or Psychics had reached such a height.
"Boom!" An earth-shattering aura transformed into a visible ripple that spread from around Zhang Menglong. At that moment, it seemed as if the air around him had solidified.
"You... you..." Ding Kui, who was about to take action, was the first to bear the brunt. The suffocating power made it extremely difficult for him to breathe, as if a vacuum pump sucked away all the air around him.
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A profound sense of powerlessness arose from the depths of his soul, and his expression had completely solidified.
He had once had the fortune to see a Martial God of the Mythical Realm, but compared to the aura of this young man, that master seemed weak as a chick.
Zhang Menglong smiled faintly, his body floating up like a ghost, hovering about half a meter off the ground. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture that of a recluse from the outside world.
Floating in midair, this was the mark of a Mythical Realm Martial Artist!
"You are not a Grandmaster-level Martial Artist, you... you are of the Mythical Realm..."
Ding Kui’s voice trembled with extreme fear. A Grandmaster at 22 was already exceptional, yet he had hidden his true realm—among those of the Mythical Realm, he was definitely a top contender!
Not looking at the face, he even suspected that a Martial God had descended here.
"Flight, the power of a Battle King, terrifying indeed!" This wonderful sensation made Zhang Menglong a bit intoxicated. Still, his Sixth Sense told him that even in this state, he seemed no match for Ye Yin.
"What’s the matter, surprised or not?" Zhang Menglong said, "I hear you want to kill me, come on then, not hitting me is like not giving me face, and if you don’t give me face, you can’t blame me for going berserk!"
"How... how is this possible..." If Zhang Menglong were just a Grandmaster, Ding Muyun might be wary, but definitely not afraid; but who could have expected him to be a super-expert of the Mythical Realm!
"Our Chen Family is saved!" The two Elders of the Chen Family had blood at the corners of their mouths and their complexions were turning black, but their faces still looked incredibly excited. At least in terms of alliances, they stood on the same side as Zhang Menglong, otherwise, he wouldn’t have stepped in to help them.
"Not hitting me? Then you’re just forcing me to go mad!" Zhang Menglong snorted coldly, and a powerful surge of Inner Strength struck Ding Kui’s body directly.
Ding Kui’s body, like a cannonball, shot out dozens of meters in an instant. His chest caved in, and blood spurted from his mouth like it was free, crashing to the ground like a rag doll.
He hadn’t even fought back. Just a wave of aura was almost enough to kill this Level Nine Martial Artist!
"Mythical Realm, this is the Mythical Realm..." Chen Bingyu stared blankly at Zhang Menglong, with a hint of light flowing in her eyes.
"Don’t fall in love with me, I’m just a legend." Zhang Menglong smiled at Chen Bingyu.
"Gou Dan, we’re done here!" One minute for 30 Cred Points, even Zhang Menglong felt a pinch, but his display just now seemed to have shocked everyone around so much that he suddenly gained over a hundred more Cred Points, even making a small profit.
"Nice feature, I’ll have to use this more often!" Zhang Menglong walked over to Ding Muyun, who by this time was almost scared stiff.
A Martial Artist from the Mythical Realm could easily wipe out the Ding Family, and even though the Ding Family was at its peak, they stood no chance against such a powerful Mythical Realm expert!
"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang, it’s a misunderstanding, I was just joking before..."
"Really? But I wasn’t joking," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "100 billion, pay up for the medical and emotional distress and then you can take him away."
100 billion in cash, the entire Ding Family couldn’t come up with that much cash on hand! They’d have to liquidate fixed assets to come up with it, but that was the Ding Family’s foundation!
A vicious look flashed across Ding Kui’s face, "If you kill me, those old guys will never get their hands on the antidote!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Zhang Menglong revealed a strange smile, "Have you heard of the Life and Death Talisman?"
"?" Ding Muyun was stunned for a moment. Wasn’t that a technique from martial arts novels?
"I think this little thing suits you," Zhang Menglong looked around. The Life and Death Talisman was a tiny sliver of ice that, once injected into a person’s acupoint, could cause excruciating pain, like living death, unless cured by an antidote.
"But there’s no water," Zhang Menglong pondered for a moment.
"Heh, spit!" Zhang Menglong spat saliva into his palm, looking at the stunned faces of those from the Chen Family.
Is this really a Martial Artist from the Mythical Realm? Why does he seem like a pervert?
"Life and Death Talisman!" Almost invisible slivers of ice shot into Ding Muyun’s body in an instant.
Almost immediately, an indescribably itchy sensation took over Ding Muyun’s body, as if countless ants were crawling all over him.
"Ah!" Ding Muyun howled, even beginning to tear at his own clothes.
Zhang Menglong’s gaze lingered on Ding Muyun’s crotch, "Tsk tsk tsk, enoki mushrooms, huh."
The juniors from the Chen Family also followed Zhang Menglong’s gaze.
"Little toothpick?"
"More like a sewing needle!"
"I can’t see clearly, can someone bring me a magnifying glass?"
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