I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Chapter 367 Compensation for Mental Distress Should Be Given, Right?

Ding Kui's palm was trembling slightly. The burst of Inner Strength from Zhang Menglong 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 lifetime, 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 time, like Tai Chi and Yi Jin Jing, which were top-notch ancient martial arts in very ancient times.

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 become 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 methods! However, the quality of these cultivation methods is inconsistent, some are mediocre, some yield twice the result with half the effort, and some require the assistance of unorthodox practices, often resulting in significant differences in the outcomes.

The biggest difference is the purity of the Inner Strength cultivated, and the strength of the Inner Strength demonstrated by Zhang Menglong is unmatched among all those he had seen.

He could feel that Zhang Menglong'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 Menglong was spouting earlier was automatically filtered out by him, claiming to be the big shot of this mountain, he was obviously someone 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 esteemed name?"

"I am Zhang Menglong, the class monitor for the Polymer Materials department under the School of Materials & Science at Jiangnan University of Science and Technology!"

Ding Kui: "..."

"Is that format incorrect? Let me try again," Zhang Menglong changed his introduction, "I am Zhang Menglong, the top-ranked solo player in the Zaun server within the League of Legends national server district two!"

"Zhang Menglong? Are you that Zhang Menglong?" 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 Menglong would I be?"

"Who would have thought that Zhang Menglong, the world's richest man, is also an Ancient Martial Artist," Ding Muyun said, somewhat surprised.

"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 me?"

"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 me any trouble!"

"With just that sentence you uttered, it's no longer about whether I leave or not," Zhang Menglong's expression became 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 Menglong 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 mere Level Seven Martial Artist, could defeat a Level Nine Martial Artist?

"Reset to zero!" Zhang Menglong opened the calculator app on his phone, "Let me first tally up an account here. You've hit my people here, so the medical 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 me a psychological illness. Medical 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!"