I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1556 - 1560: I’ve Discovered a New Business Opportunity Again

"This... How is this possible? Is he also a destruction mage?"

"This kind of magician has been extinct for so long, having one appear is already a miracle, how could there be a second?"

"Could it be that the Hertz family has found the legacy of a destruction mage?"

If they have this ability, why bother looking for Ainos magician's legacy? Isn't a destruction mage even more formidable?"

After Zhang Menglong showcased the power of a destruction mage, others immediately became envious.

"How is he also a destruction mage?" Sweat continuously dripped from the forehead of Siming, the prince of the Yege Dynasty.

He had just witnessed how terrifying a destruction mage could be; a mage could oppress a great magician.

Even though there is a huge gap between a mid-level magician and someone like him, a senior mage, he couldn't guarantee he could withstand such a torrential attack.

"Impossible, even a destruction mage couldn't cross four levels to challenge me, a senior mage. I must be overthinking!"

Of course, just in Zhang Menglong's current state, it's difficult to compete with him, at most rivaling an ordinary junior magician, but Zhang Menglong has tricks up his sleeve. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

He took out one magical piece of equipment after another and donned them onto himself, almost equipping himself to the teeth, with a World-ending Hat on his head, an Embrace of Dark Fire on his left hand, a Penetrating Staff on his right hand, and Penetrating Shoes on his feet.

After all equipment was worn, the aura around him completely transformed from before.

Merely the magical fluctuations he emitted reached the level of a mage, and the gap between the two was no longer so great.

"Sky fracture cliff!"

Siming immediately unleashed his most adept high-level magic.

As if a ripple appeared on the ground, segments of sharp stone spikes emerged from the earth, carrying powerful earth magic towards Zhang Menglong.

"Hmph, Broken Sword Cliff!"

Zhang Menglong punched the ground, channeling magic power into the earth, causing a similar magical stone spike.

The two stone spikes collided, resulting in a violent explosion, causing the valley floor to sink under the impact.

Before Siming could react, Zhang Menglong had already burst out from the smoke-filled explosion center.

"So fast!" Siming frantically used the Holy Armor Spell, while beginning to chant spells, preparing to cast his forbidden curse.

Yet Zhang Menglong did not give him the chance.

"Phantom Demon Fist!"

Magical power condensed on his fist; with just one strike, the holy armor formed by high-level magic shattered, and Siming hadn't even uttered the first word before being struck away.

Zhang Menglong took out a sock that hadn't been washed for three days and stuffed it into his mouth, "Like chanting spells, don't you? Chant now?"

Throughout his life, Siming had never suffered such humiliation. The nauseating smell continuously flooded his nasal cavity, almost causing him to pass out, but reason forced him to fight to stay awake.

"You just follow whatever others say, why don't you have any thoughts of your own?"

"Like to set an example, don't you? You could set an example with others, why target me? I warned you not to regret it!"

"The bet between you two has nothing to do with me; whoever wants to be the boss can be the boss, trying to use me as your stepping stone, do you think your life is too tough?"

"Always blabbering about commoners, now you're being ground against the earth by a commoner, where's your superiority coming from?"

Zhang Menglong's mouth was like a machine gun, spewing out all words at once.

Even if Siming wanted to rebut, the stinky sock in his mouth only allowed him to produce low, muffled sounds.

Zhang Menglong dragged him against the ground for hundreds of meters, his luxurious robe now tattered, looking extremely miserable, like a beggar.

"Please, spare him!" Siming's royal uncle quickly pleaded.

He couldn't deal with Huzi, and facing this situation, the only thing he could do was to beg for mercy.

"Spare him? Why should I spare him?" Zhang Menglong sneered, "He just wanted me to kneel and apologize to Hera, I'm already showing mercy by not killing him!"

Zhang Menglong grabbed Siming's hair, lifting him before his eyes, "Enjoy being used as a pawn, are you happy now?"

Siming shook his head violently like a rattle-drum.

If he had known Zhang Menglong was this powerful, he wouldn't dare cause trouble even if he had to beat up Hera.

"Have you conceded?" Zhang Menglong continued to ask.

"Not speaking? Not speaking means you haven't conceded." Zhang Menglong once again pressed him into the ground, dragging his body back and forth for several kilometers.

A magician's physique is weak; even though Siming is a mage, this still tore his flesh and caused him great pain.

"Bang!" Zhang Menglong tossed him onto the ground, "Have you conceded now?"

"I concede, I concede!" Siming promptly shouted, fearing Zhang Menglong might hit him again.

Yet, he obviously hadn't anticipated Zhang Menglong's tricks.

"Concede just like that? In my life, I despise spinelessness the most, let me teach you a lesson so you'll understand what it means to endure humiliation in the future!"

Amidst a round of shrieks, Siming got pummeled once again.

Concede or not, he still got beaten, whether he conceded or not, still got beaten, anyways he was getting beaten up; why ask at all, if you want to beat just do it, no need to find excuses.

"Brother, stop hitting, hitting more will kill him!" Siming's royal uncle tried multiple times to step in to save Siming, but Huzi was watching him closely, completely blocking any chance of intervention.

Of course, Zhang Menglong did not actually kill him, after all, if he died, there would be no one left to deal with Hera, and Zhang Menglong loves nothing more in life than watching dogs fight dogs.

"Don't bother me again, scram!" Zhang Menglong tossed Siming aside.

"Thank you for your mercy, little brother!" Siming's royal uncle hurriedly thanked him, understanding that if Zhang Menglong wanted to kill Siming today, nobody could stop him.

"Prince Siming, are you alright?" Hera walked over to Siming with trepidation. To be honest, he had mixed feelings, as Siming had often flaunted his might before him.

But he was also afraid that Siming might get hot-headed, directly tearing faces with him because of this incident, since on national strength, their Mosla Empire and the Yege Dynasty had some disparities.

"Thanks to you, I'm fine!" Siming gritted his teeth as he spoke, unable to do anything to Zhang Menglong, he vented his anger towards Hera instead.

"Prince Siming, I wanted to tell you earlier, but you didn't give me the chance."

"Enough nonsense, we will deal with this in the future!"

Today their Yege Dynasty really lost face, and in the future, if there's a chance, he will definitely not let Hera off lightly.

"The electrical current has almost lowered to its minimum!" As this drama concluded, the magnetic field shift completed thoroughly; starting today, this Land of Inheritance will have a year-long open period!

"For the entry slots, our Moren Dynasty wants one!"

"We of the Heart Demon Society want two!"

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"What's going on?" Zhang Menglong was puzzled, "Are there limited slots for entry?"

"Yes," Raditz replied, "This counts as a form of screening by Senior Ainos; each opening of this Land of Inheritance allows for one hundred thousand entry slots only, exceeding the limit means you can't enter that Land of Inheritance anymore."

"The competition must be fierce, doesn't that mean whoever has the biggest fists can get in?"

"That's right."

"Wait," Zhang Menglong's eyes glinted, "You say this, and I see a new business opportunity."