I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Who goes there?! How dare they spy on us from the top of the Lion Tower!"

Kitano Yushi's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked up sharply, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the dome of the hall, and shouted sternly.

The laughter, which had been echoing in the building, was shattered in an instant by this loud shout.

The charcoal fire in the brazier was burning brightly, making the beast heads on the four walls appear even more ferocious.

The man with the iron lion suddenly looked up, his eyes turning cold, and his fists clenched tightly.

"father--"

Before he could even open his mouth, Kitano Yushi took a sudden step forward, his murderous aura exploding outwards like a ferocious lion whose scales had been stepped on.

In the next instant, he soared into the sky, crashing through the solid roof and reaching the top floor.

With a loud bang, wood chips and tiles flew everywhere, and even the brazier in the building was shaken and sparks flew everywhere.

The man with the iron lion raised his hand and brushed aside several pieces of wood that were about to hit his face. He then stared intently at the large hole above him, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

"Get the hell down here!"

Kitano Yushi stood in mid-air, his fist already brimming with internal energy, ready to strike the person who was spying on him.

But in that instant, an extremely eerie white shadow flashed past his eyes.

fast!

Incredibly fast!

It was so fast that even a top expert like Kitano Yushi didn't have time to react.

Suddenly, the wind in the air picked up, as if an invisible thread was sweeping across the night.

There was no sign of weapons being drawn, no sound of palm strikes, and not even a clear glimpse of a person. The next moment, a soft sound was heard.

"laugh--!"

A soft tearing sound rang out, followed by a burst of blood!

"ah--!"

Kitano Yushi let out a mournful scream, and like a kite with a broken string, he fell heavily back into the hall through the hole.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a large crater was smashed into the ground, and dust billowed up.

"father!"

The man with the iron lion was shocked and rushed forward to help his father up.

When he saw his father's miserable state, he couldn't help but gasp.

Kitano Yushi's face was deathly pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat, while his right arm...

It had already broken off at the shoulder!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining half of his body red.

The cut was frighteningly clean, as if it had been swept across by an extremely fast and thin blade, leaving no time for the muscles to curl. The Iron Lion Man's eyelids twitched violently, and the ferocity in his heart was instantly suppressed by the chill.

He had seen many serious injuries, but he had never seen a scene like this where someone lost an arm in a single move, and even his own father couldn't defend himself.

Without thinking twice, he immediately raised his hand and pressed several acupoints on Kitano Yushi's shoulder to block the blood flow.

"Father! Who...who did this?!"

The man with the iron lion was filled with shock and anger. He looked up at the large hole in the roof, his eyes filled with horror.

In that instant, he hadn't even seen a figure clearly before his father's arm was gone.

The wind outside rushed into the hole, howling and whistling, but no other sound could be heard.

That person seemed to have truly become a gust of wind, arriving silently and leaving silently, leaving only a gash in the hearts of the father and son on this floor.

"Could it be...could it be that Huai Kong?!"

"Iron Lion Man asked in a trembling voice."

Despite the excruciating pain, Kitano Yushi gasped for breath, his eyes still filled with deep fear as he stared intently at the empty hole in the roof, gritting his teeth as he said:

"I...I didn't see it clearly..."

"That person was too fast... almost like a ghost..."

"I only saw a white blur flash by... and my hand... was gone..."

At this point, a hint of despair and fear flashed in Kitano Yushi's eyes.

"If...if that person really is Huai Kong..."

"This person's martial arts skills... are truly terrifying!"

"I'm afraid...it's above you and me, father and son!"

The moment those words were spoken, the building fell silent.

The color drained from the Iron Lion Man's face little by little, but the shock only flashed for a moment before being suppressed by an even deeper ruthlessness.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and whispered:

"Even if it really is him, we can't let outsiders know that Father is injured like this."

"The coronation ceremony is in three days. If we reveal our true colors now, those old fogies—the Laughing Buddha of Xiling, the Zhuge Liang of the Southern Barbarians, and the Buqun of Dongyue—will immediately come knocking on our door."

Kitano Yushi's forehead veins throbbed with pain, but he still gritted his teeth and slowly nodded.

"Block the news..." He gasped for breath, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Just tell them... I'm currently in seclusion, trying to break through to a higher level..."

The Iron Lion Man looked down at the severed arm, his eyes filled with a frighteningly gloomy expression, and suddenly said:

"Father, if that white figure isn't Huai Kong, then it means that besides Huai Kong, there's someone else secretly watching us."

"Don't make a fuss yet."

"Kitano Yushi gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up straighter,"

"This matter tonight is weighing on our hearts, father and son. We can't utter a single word about it yet."

The man with the iron lion in his heart agreed, and the fierceness in his eyes had completely subsided. It was no longer just the arrogant bravado of a young man, but rather a hint of real ruthlessness.

Three days later, Lion King Castle.

Today is the coronation ceremony of the young master of Lion King Fortress, Iron Lion Man. The entire Lion King Fortress is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the sound of gongs and drums fills the air, creating a festive atmosphere.

However, beneath this bustling surface, undercurrents are surging and danger lurks everywhere.

New flags were placed all over the mountain gate, and scarlet banners were hung layer by layer along the mountain path. When the wind blew, they fluttered in the air like pieces of blood-stained animal hides.

One group of people after another came to the fortress to offer their congratulations, their carriages and horses kicking up dust on the mountain road. But before each group entered, they were checked three times, and even the short swords hanging at the waists of their attendants had to be removed and inspected.

Those who didn't know the situation might think that Lion King Castle was afraid of trouble during the ceremony, but only those who truly understood could smell the gunpowder under the aroma of wine and meat filling the castle.

On the high platform of the martial arts arena, there were three grand chairs covered with brocade. At this moment, three distinguished old men were sitting on them, looking down at the disciples of Lion King Fortress below.

The man on the left is broad and stout, with a ruddy complexion and a perpetually smiling face like that of Maitreya Buddha; he is none other than the "Laughing Buddha of Xiling".

The man on the right, wearing a feather fan and a silk turban, has a thin and refined face. He looks like a weak scholar, but in reality, his eyes are sinister. He is the "Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang".

The man in the center, with his hands behind his back and an arrogant expression, looked like a wise and enlightened sage; he was none other than "Dongyue Buqun".

These three are all powerful figures in the northern martial arts world, having fought openly and covertly against Bei Ye Xiong Shi for many years. They came here today ostensibly to observe the ceremony, but in reality, they were there to watch a show.

As soon as the three of them sat down, they exchanged glances. None of them rushed to look at the audience. Instead, they first glanced towards the Lion Tower.

The Smiling Buddha of Xiling squinted, his smile undiminished, but he slowly said:

"Lion King Castle is putting on quite a show today. I wonder if this wedding banquet is for the young master of the castle or for someone else's farewell."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang lightly waved his feather fan and chuckled softly.

"Brother Laughing Buddha, you spoke too soon. Who knows, maybe they're having a happy occasion and a funeral together today, it'll be quite a lively affair."

Dongyue Buqun snorted softly, without even lifting his eyelids.

"If we really do it all together, it will save us trouble, and the North will be a bit quieter in the future."

The three men spoke in low voices, but the leaders sitting nearby heard them and their faces turned extremely ugly, yet they dared not lash out.

"Hehe, today is a joyous day, why isn't Brother Lion here to take charge?"

Xiling Xiaofo said with a smile, but a hint of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes.

"I heard that Brother Lion injured his arm a few days ago while practicing martial arts and is currently in seclusion to heal."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge lightly waved his feather fan and replied in a sarcastic tone,

"I wonder how badly the injury is done; will it even prevent you from having tea today?"

"Hmph, I bet he's too ashamed to show his face in public," Dongyue Buqun sneered, mocking him without any politeness.

"The mighty overlord of the North has had its arm severed! What a disgrace to the martial arts world of the North!"

The three of them spoke in hushed tones, each voice carrying a distinct inner strength that clearly echoed throughout the entire training ground.

The Lion King Fort disciples who were shouting loudly in the arena had their momentum immediately suppressed.

Anyone could tell that these three weren't here to drink; they were here specifically to provoke Lion King Burger.

A leader standing beside the platform had a livid face. He was about to say something when his companion grabbed him and held him down.

With the fortress lord not showing his face and the young fortress lord yet to take the stage, whoever jumps out first will be offering their own head as a stepping stone for those three old bastards.

Just then, a loud laugh rang out from inside the Lion Tower.

"Haha! It's an honor to have three esteemed elders grace us with their presence. I apologize for not greeting you properly!"

Before the words were finished, a burly figure strode up the platform.

The Iron Lion Man, clad in a crimson-gold Lion King armor and a scarlet cloak, exuded an imposing and awe-inspiring presence. Despite the mockery and sarcasm of the three martial arts masters, his face showed no anger, but rather a confident smile.

That smile looked bright and cheerful, but it was actually devoid of any warmth.

As soon as Xiling Xiaofo saw him come out, he looked him up and down with a smile.

"Oh, Young Master, you look quite imposing today."

"I just don't know if this imposing presence comes from the armor or is ingrained in the bones."

The Iron Lion Man also laughed.

"Since Uncle has come all this way to witness the ceremony, you will naturally see it later."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge lightly patted his feather fan and said in a sinister voice:

"We old folks don't have good eyesight, we can't see clearly."

"It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly," the man with the iron lion robe said calmly.

"I'll slow down later so that the three elders can have a good look."

Upon hearing this, many Lion King Fort disciples in the audience were taken aback at first, and then some couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it was like a spark that instantly warmed up the tense atmosphere in the room.

"My father has caught a cold and is unwell, so I will be hosting the ceremony on his behalf today."

The man with the iron lion walked up to the three men, bowed slightly in greeting, and then waved his hand.

"Someone, bring tea!"

Three maids came forward carrying trays, on which were placed three cups of steaming hot tea.

The tea was clearly freshly brewed, with wisps of steam rising from it. However, the aroma was not delicate; instead, it carried a strong, slightly bitter scent, as if it were specially created for this occasion.

The man with the iron lion reached out and grabbed the teacup, releasing a burst of internal energy from his palm.

"Our three elders have come from afar; I, a junior, would like to offer them a toast!"

"please!"

With a sharp shout, the Iron Lion Man's wrist jerked violently.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The three teacups shot out like cannonballs, each with a piercing whistling sound, towards Xiling Xiaofo, Nanman Zhuge, and Dongyue Buqun respectively!

The teacup flew at an extremely high speed, and its rim remained stable, without spilling a single drop of tea. This demonstrated that Iron Lion Man's control over his strength had reached a state of perfection.

The three teacups lined up in mid-air and arrived in front of the three people in the blink of an eye.

Not to mention the ordinary disciples below the stage, even the seasoned leaders below the platform narrowed their eyes in surprise.

If this move had not been used for serving tea, but instead had been replaced with three thin blades, even if these three elders could catch them, it would not have been easy for them.

"Good lad!"

The three men's expressions changed slightly. Not daring to be careless, they all used their inner strength to reach out and catch it.

"Snapped!"

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling smiled and stretched out his chubby hand, catching the flying teacup.

However, the moment he touched the teacup, the smile on his face froze. A scorching and domineering force surged through his palm and into his meridians, making his arm numb and almost causing him to lose his grip.

Although the smile on his lips hadn't faded, his chubby fingers visibly tightened, and even the fat on his wrist trembled slightly.

"snort!"

With a wave of his feather fan, Zhuge Liang of the Southern Barbarians sent a gentle force towards the teacup.

Unexpectedly, the force attached to the teacup was so powerful that it directly shook off the feather fan, forcing him to extend his left hand and catch the cup.

He caught it, but the impact sent his sleeve flying backward, and half of his arm went numb. His heart sank immediately.

Dongyue Buqun brought his two fingers together and pointed them at the base of the teacup like a sword.

The moment my fingertips touched the bottom of the cup, I felt an overwhelming force strike me. The armchair beneath me made a crisp "crack" sound, and the blue bricks under my feet cracked instantly!

The disdainful expression on his face stiffened slightly, though only for a moment, but the Iron Lion Man still noticed it.

"Such profound internal strength!"

The three of them held their teacups, their hearts simultaneously churning with turbulent emotions.

They originally thought that Iron Lion Man was just a spoiled brat relying on his father's legacy, but they never expected that this boy's skills were so profound, and even... he seemed to be surpassing Kitano Yushi!

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling was the first to understand. He looked down at the cup of tea in his hand, and a smile returned to his face.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

"Brother Lion is hiding inside recuperating from his injuries, but he hasn't ruined his son."

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge gently blew on the steam rising from the rim of his cup, but his eyes remained gloomy.

"This cup of tea is a little hot."

Dongyue Buqun coldly said:

"I'm not afraid of hot tea, I'm afraid of people being too impatient and not having the backbone to support them."

Seeing the shocked expressions on the three men's faces, the Iron Lion Man curled his lips into a proud smile and said loudly:

"My three elders, please have some tea!"

After the three men drank the tea with complicated expressions, the Iron Lion Man turned around and whispered to his trusted aide:

"Has Huai Kong arrived yet?"

The trusted confidant replied respectfully:

"Reporting to Young Master, the scouts say that Huai Kong is currently staying at a tavern in a small town about a mile away and has not gone up the mountain."

"Oh?"

The man with the iron lion-shaped hairpin raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Still in the mood to drink when you're about to die?"

"Hmph, I think he's trying to reap the benefits while I'm fighting the 'Lion King of Beasts'!"

He sneered, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Pass down the order: closely monitor Huai Kong's movements! Report back immediately if any unusual activity is detected!"

"yes!"

The trusted confidant accepted the order and left.

Iron Lion Man stared at the massive, unopened black iron gate at the end of the training ground, his gaze slightly somber.

Although he spoke with certainty, he wasn't truly at ease inside.

Huai Kong's mere appearance a few days ago was enough to bury the entire Lion King Fortress in the mud.

Now that the other party has said they will take the Lion King's head in three days, they are not going up the mountain. Instead, they are sitting calmly in a tavern a mile away. This unhurried manner is more frustrating than if they had just rushed up.

He suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if that person wasn't there to die, but rather sitting at the foot of the mountain, waiting to see Lion King Castle fall into chaos on its own.

But of course he wouldn't say such a thing.

Iron Lion Man turned back to the training ground, his gaze sweeping over the excited and enthusiastic disciples around him.

According to the ancestral precepts passed down through generations at Lion King Castle, the new lord must defeat the most ferocious beast within the castle with his bare hands during his enthronement ceremony, thus proving that he possesses the absolute strength to rule over all.

Only by bathing in the blood of beasts can one achieve hegemony!

This rule was left by our ancestors and is the first bloody threshold for the successive lords of Lion King Fortress to secure their positions.

We've overcome this obstacle, and the hearts of ten thousand people are with us;

Even if your father is the Lion of Kitano, people will still gossip behind your back if you can't get through it.

Iron Lion Man knew that today's battle was not only for the disciples in the fortress, but also for the three old men on the stage, for Huai Kong who was sitting in the tavern a mile away waiting for news, and even for his father who was hiding in the Lion Tower, who had lost an arm but was still putting on a brave face.

He took a deep breath and suddenly raised his arms and shouted:

"The time has come!"

"Open the floodgates! Release the Lion King of Beasts!"

"Boom—!"

With a muffled thud, the massive iron gate weighing tens of thousands of kilograms at the end of the training ground slowly rose.

Before the giant gate had fully risen to the top, a nauseating stench had already rushed out of the darkness, mixed with the foul smell of aged flesh and blood from wild beasts, and crashed into the arena.

The disciples who were nearby turned pale and subconsciously took a half step back.

A young disciple felt ashamed as soon as he left, so he hurriedly stood back in his original position, but his hand holding the knife was already covered in a layer of sweat.

A nauseating, foul stench wafted out from the darkness, instantly filling the entire training ground.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums, and even the teacups on the high platform trembled slightly.

"roar--!"

A golden bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the darkness and landed heavily in the center of the training ground.

The earth trembled, and dust rose everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, everyone finally saw the true face of this ferocious beast. It was a giant beast that was three times the size of an ordinary lion!

Its entire body is covered with a mane as bright as gold, each hair standing upright like a steel needle, shimmering with a metallic luster in the sunlight.

The most terrifying thing about it is its eyes, which are blood-red and exude a bloodthirsty madness and brutality. It opens its blood-red maw, revealing fangs as sharp as daggers, and thick saliva drips from the corners of its mouth, corroding the ground with a sizzling sound.

Lion King of Beasts!

Its mere presence alone exuded a terrifying pressure that made the hundreds of Lion King Fortress disciples present feel breathless and their legs go weak.

Even the three people, including the Laughing Buddha of Xiling, on the high platform couldn't help but show a hint of solemnity in their eyes.

"What a vile beast!"