"Impossible, this absolutely cannot be!"
Ding Moyi lifted his head to look at Zhang Menglong’s calm face as if his entire worldview was collapsing in that moment.
His palm strike was not only extremely fierce but also contained powerful corrosiveness, which could even corrode a martial artist’s inner strength, greatly reducing its power.
Even martial artists at level two or three of the Mythical Realm, if they took such a forceful strike, would either die or be seriously injured.
But he found that his strike was like hitting a solid metal figure impervious to swords and spears; his palm strength could not move Zhang Menglong’s body at all.
And the special inner strength, of which he was so proud, seemed as if it were blocked by an invisible membrane, completely unable to penetrate into Zhang Menglong’s body.
"Hit me with another couple of those." Zhang Menglong turned around, using his back to face Ding Moyi.
"What kind of monster is he?" The martial artists were staring wide-eyed.
Since he emerged from seclusion, Ding Moyi had even challenged several renowned experts in the Mythical Realm and even fought to a draw with a Level Four Mythical Realm martial artist! His Yin Erosion Palm technique had spread throughout the Ancient Martial Arts World in just a few days.
This strike, which did not even shake Zhang Menglong’s body, and now, with Zhang Menglong turning his back to ask him for two more strikes—such a disdainful request was unheard of until now!
"Good grief, it’s not lethal but highly insulting. This is a palm technique that could kill a Level Three Mythical Realm martial artist with one hit, and he thinks it’s a massage?"
"He’s too arrogant! I’ve heard this palm technique can corrode inner strength; he might have blocked the first strike, but he might not withstand the second."
"Even if he withstands the palm strength, if even a trace of inner strength invades his body, he is likely to die on the spot!"
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"Boy, you are digging your own grave!"
Being able to directly withstand his strike, Ding Moyi believed Zhang Menglong’s inner strength must be incredibly profound, but forcefully using inner strength to resist, he definitely couldn’t withstand many more attacks.
Thinking this, he immediately urged his inner strength; if he had only used eighty percent of his power in the previous strike, this time he used his full strength, enough that even a dinosaur might be slapped to death.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The intense friction of the palm strength with the air even produced bursts of sonic booms, but his strikes still felt as if hitting cotton.
Within Zhang Menglong’s body, a very special force was slowly flowing. Ding Moyi’s palm strength and virulent inner strength had indeed penetrated into Zhang Menglong’s body, but this force not only resolved all the palm strength but also completely refined the inner strength, turning it to his own use.
Outsiders only knew about Tianshan Tonglao’s signature martial arts, Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies, Sole Dominance Technique, and the Life and Death Talisman, at most the Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand, Flower Pinching Finger Technique, and Little Wuxiang Skill.
But do not forget, in the backdrop of this martial arts novel, Tianshan Tonglao is also a member of the Xiaoyao Sect, and in terms of seniority, she is even the Sect Leader Xiaoyaozi’s elder sister, while the most famous technique of the Xiaoyao Sect is the Beiming Divine Art, a skill known to resolve all martial arts in the world and absorb others’ inner strength for one’s own use.
"He really blocked them all!"
"He didn’t even use his hands; he completely blocked them with inner strength. Could he be a Level Five or higher expert of the Mythical Realm?"
"Ritian Sect, Zhang Ritian, I remember it now!"
"What Zhang Ritian, he is Zhang Menglong! That world’s richest man, he doesn’t have any brother, are you all idiots?"
"What? No wonder he’s so rich, even able to pull out an aircraft carrier…"
"But shouldn’t he be only in his twenties? Could it be that being that rich makes even the Mythical Realm worthless?"
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"The power behind his family is probably terrifyingly unimaginable!"
"Hmph, no matter how powerful, can it compare to the Martial God?"
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"Sir, I own a foot massage shop called Net Ease Foot Path, and I’m planning to add some massage and scraping services. I see you are quite good at scraping, how about coming back with me to be a director? I’ll pay you 20 million a year to teach my technicians how to scrape. What do you think?"
Seeing Ding Moyi gasping for breath, Zhang Menglong actually felt somewhat reluctant, considering it wasn’t easy for an old man to demonstrate such a series of combined moves.
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"How dare you insult me?" When had Ding Moyi ever been humiliated like this? Even the few famed Mythical Realm masters in the Ancient Martial Arts World had to sigh after exchanging hands with him.
Now, was there anything more infuriating than a young lad in his twenties ridiculing his palm technique as mere scraping?
"So, do you now understand Mr. Zhang’s strength?" Not far away, Chen Bingyu said with a smile to Liu Yunyi, whose expression had turned to one of shock.
Liu Yunyi had heard about the matters concerning the Ding Family.
In fact, the history of Ancient Martial Arts in Huaxia can be traced back to a very ancient era. At that time, countless Ancient Martial Arts masters were born; exaggeratedly speaking, it was as if Mythical beings walked everywhere, and martial artists were less significant than dogs, with even those surpassing the Mythical Realm being not in short supply.
However, due to some reasons yet unknown, the practice of Ancient Martial Arts gradually declined. Many martial artists’ legacies vanished with the passage of time.
Some existing Ancient Martial Arts families and sects inherited only the scraps of that era’s systems over the lengthy timelines, while others coincidentally discovered some relics left by the powerhouses of that era.
Two years ago, the Ding Family had found some inheritances left by a cultivator from that era at a certain location. These mental methods in the inheritance highly matched the Inner Strength techniques practiced by their family, and it was because of digesting these inheritances that the Ding Family suddenly rose.
Now, Ding Moyi, among the Mythical Realm masters in the Ancient Martial Arts World, was a quite notable figure. But for such a character to give it his all and yet not even make Zhang Menglong shift his feet was unbelievable!
"What level of martial artist is Mr. Zhang exactly?" Liu Yunyi’s gaze towards Zhang Menglong had completely changed.
After being hit with so many palms in a row, probably even a Level Five Mythical Realm martial artist wouldn’t be able to withstand it, right? Yet there he was, making cheeky remarks as if it was nothing; this was way beyond his understanding!
"What Mr. Zhang has shown is just the tip of the iceberg," Chen Bingyu said. "But Mr. Zhang has never been the kind to take hits and not return them. This Ding Moyi is in for some bad luck."
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"What exactly is this technique?" Sweat had begun to form on Ding Moyi’s forehead.
"The Beiming Divine Art from the Carefree Sect, care to know about it?"
"Do you think I’m an idiot? This made-up stuff wouldn’t even deceive a three-year-old!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Zhang Menglong sneered.
When Ding Moyi saw Zhang Menglong’s expression, a rather eerie feeling suddenly emerged in his heart. And when he tried to withdraw his Palm Strength from Zhang Menglong, he shockingly discovered an irresistible pulling force emanating from Zhang Menglong’s body!
"My... my Inner Strength!" Ding Moyi was horrified to find that Zhang Menglong’s body was like a pump, furiously devouring the Inner Strength from his body, and his face was even distorting due to that pulling force.
Level Three Mythical Realm, Level Two Mythical Realm, Level One Mythical Realm...
In just a few breaths, Ding Moyi’s realm had actually plummeted from the Mythical Realm, regressing to a mere Grandmaster martial artist!
"Damn, this Inner Strength is disgusting, it makes one feel nauseous!" Zhang Menglong immediately ceased operating the Beiming Divine Art. Ding Moyi flew out like he was electrocuted, and at that moment, his skill level was only that of a Level Eight Grandmaster martial artist.
"What... what have you done to me?" This was the Inner Strength he had cultivated after secluding himself for two years and spending immeasurable energy and wealth!
"Didn’t you say you didn’t believe in the Beiming Divine Art?" Zhang Menglong shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, do you believe it now?"