I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Cijue's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive. His thick eyelids drooped slightly, and the cold glint in his eyes pierced Yiyou like needles.

"Who exactly ruined the host's career?"

Yiyou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood beside the bronze bell, his thin body swaying in the night wind, but his aura remained undiminished.

"Monk, haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"With the host dead, a replacement must be appointed immediately at the Alliance Conference three days from now."

"Whoever is most eager to shut up the master is the most suspicious."

Cijue's eyebrows twitched, and then he let out a cold laugh.

"absurd."

"Everyone in the Motuo Lanruo Temple knows that I, Cijue, am usually very lazy, and my martial arts skills are just so-so."

"I'm already incredibly grateful that the host has given me the position of assistant host."

"No matter how precious the position of alliance leader is, it's not my place to compete for it."

Yiyou took half a step forward, her beady eyes narrowed into slits, and her voice softened.

"That's why it's strange."

"A dog that bites doesn't usually bark much."

"The more useless someone seems, the deeper they sometimes hide their true nature."

"Your master just died, and you're already rushing to label people and silence them. If you're not guilty, why are you in such a hurry?"

Cijue's face twitched slightly, but he continued to stubbornly hold on.

"Yiyou, stop acting crazy here."

"The abbot was murdered, and the temple was in complete chaos. Was it wrong for me to try to calm things down?"

Yi You chuckled, as if he had been waiting for this remark.

"To maintain order?"

"You're just trying to silence them, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he deliberately dragged out his words, staring intently at Cijue.

"Or is it that the one who actually struck wasn't you, but the person standing behind you?"

"Why are you so eager to protect him? What's your motive?"

"So, he'll send you to sit in that chair at the Alliance Conference after he succeeds?"

Each sentence was like a nail, driven deeper and deeper.

Cijue's pretense finally crumbled, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and his large body rushed out first.

"You're asking for it!"

This pounce was ruthless and swift, unlike anything one would expect from a pampered, fat monk.

The blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a "crack," and he crashed into Yiyou with a gust of evil wind, his five fingers spread wide like a pair of cast iron pliers, aimed straight at her throat.

Yiyou was prepared. He slid to the side, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, Cijue's other hand swept across and slammed into the bronze bell frame with a bang.

The entire clock tower trembled, and dust fell in clumps.

Before the bell rang, the palm wind arrived first, causing a tightness in Yiyou's chest and forcing him to stop his water-movement for a moment.

That half-moment is enough.

Cijue tightened his grip on Yiyou's throat with his five fingers, lifting him off the ground.

The skinny monk kicked his legs wildly, his face quickly turning purple, and his throat made a sickeningly soft sound in the fat hand.

Cijue dragged the person closer, completely tearing off the last layer of fake smile on her face, her voice low and harsh.

"I didn't originally intend to kill you first."

"Who told you to jump out and ruin things?"

He stared at Yiyou's eyes, which were red from suffocation, and slowly a smile spread across his face.

"That's right, I was the one who put the host on his way."

"Since you insist on knowing, then go with that old man tonight."

Yi You was being choked so hard she could barely breathe, yet her eyes showed little fear; instead, she managed a strange smile, her voice breaking out between her teeth.

"Alright...alright...monk, I was just bluffing you...I didn't expect...you actually admitted it..."

Cijue's expression changed, and he realized that he had fallen into a trap. His eyes flashed with even more murderous intent, and he suddenly increased the force in his hand by three points.

"Cijaku, the fox's tail has finally been revealed."

The words fell from the bell tower beam, as cold as a line of icy water.

Cijue looked up suddenly and saw two figures descending from the shadows, one after the other, blocking the paths to the top and bottom of the bell tower.

The tall, aloof figure in front was Jin.

The young man behind him had silver hair that fluttered slightly. His gaze swept over them, but it was like a cold sword lying across the night. Who else could it be but Long'er?

Cijue's eyelids twitched violently, and his five fingers instinctively reached out to exert force, wanting to first snap Yiyou's throat.

But as soon as he tightened his wrist, the neck in his palm suddenly slipped, as if he had grabbed a boneless lump of water.

Yiyou's shoulders, waist, and hips went limp almost simultaneously, and his whole body sank down through Cijue's fingers, slipping out of Death's grasp like an eel.

He staggered a couple of steps upon landing, clutching his neck and coughing hysterically, all the while cursing under his breath.

"Cough...cough cough...this is killing me!"

"If I had waited even a fraction longer, I would have truly gone to see Buddha tonight!"

Jin glanced at him, her tone still indifferent.

"You're lucky to be alive."

Yi You rubbed his swollen throat and cursed at Ci Jue.

"Hard my ass!"

"That bastard almost got us killed!"

Before the cursing had even finished, he raised his hand and pointed directly at Cijue, his beady eyes blazing with anger.

"The abbot has treated you well, even teaching you the Great Compassion Hand Technique, and you still dare to use lethal force!"

"Tell me, who else is backing you?"

Cijue didn't respond to that at all; his ears had already caught the approaching footsteps below the bell tower.

Flames flickered from all directions, clearly indicating that the monks in the temple had been awakened by the sound of the bell and were rushing towards this direction.

His face was frighteningly gloomy. His gaze swept across the faces of Jin, Long'er, and Yiyou in turn. The killing intent in his chest surged and subsided repeatedly before he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

We can't delay any longer.

He stomped his foot heavily, causing the entire wooden plank of the clock tower to shake. Using the force, his obese body leaped up and lunged straight toward the side railing.

The bell tower was already open on all four sides, and when he hit it, the wooden railings shattered on the spot, sending pieces of wood and ash flying everywhere.

Just as the person was about to leap off the edge of the clock tower, a slender figure had already positioned himself to block the way.

Long'er stood in the wind, her thin clothes clinging to her body in the night breeze. Her face was expressionless, and between the two fingers of her right hand was a green bamboo leaf that she had picked up from who-knows-where.

The leaves trembled gently in the wind, their green color ordinary, but when they fell between his fingers, they suddenly gained an inexplicable sharpness.

Jin stood at the back and simply said one sentence.

"Leave some room to breathe."

Long'er responded with a sound, without even lifting her eyelids.

"Um."

Cijue's forehead veins throbbed as he was blocked, and anger surged to his face.

"Get out of here!"

With a roar, he slammed his right palm down on Long'er's face, unleashing the Great Compassion Hand gesture.

The palm strike was powerful and fierce, and a wave of heat followed. The dust, wood chips, and broken tiles in the clock tower were all swirled around by the palm wind, and the window paper that was close by was torn to shreds on the spot.

Yi You felt a chill run down his spine and started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Be careful!"

"That old bald monk's Great Compassion Hand technique is all about raw power; the moment his palm touches you, he'll shatter your bones!"

Long'er seemed not to hear, and with a light tap of her toes, she moved forward instead of retreating.

Cijue's palm strike had clearly landed on his face, the scalding wind from the palm making his silver hair flutter wildly, but just as the force of the palm was about to land...

With a slight bend in her waist and a slight tilt of her shoulder, Long'er moved like a shadow skimming across the water's surface, narrowly missing the palm strike and cutting into the inner circle.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets from worry.

"Water transfer?"

The same movement technique, when executed from his feet, is slippery, soft, and deflects force without leaving a trace;

When it reached Long'er's feet, it was as if a wisp of sword intent had suddenly appeared in the calm water.

The person is still the same person, the steps are still the same, but the feeling has completely changed. It's gentle yet cold, empty yet sharp, and just looking at it makes your spine tingle.

Cijue's palm missed its mark, and his heart sank. But his left hand did not stop. He clenched his fingers and transformed his palm into a claw, sweeping across Long'er's throat.

The sharp wind howled, tearing several cracks in the two wooden railings by the window.

Long'er stumbled three times in quick succession, her body almost brushing against Cijue's arm. With a slight flick of her right wrist, the green bamboo leaf, like a sliver of cold light, swept past Cijue's sleeve.

"laugh."

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible, but a long tear appeared in the sleeve of Cijue's robe, causing his protective aura to tremble, and a line of blood slowly appeared on the back of his hand.

Cijue abruptly stopped, looked down, and his pupils contracted.

He originally thought that the person in front of him was just a junior who knew some strange movement techniques, but who knew that the other party used a bamboo leaf to cut through his protective energy.

Cijue, enraged to the extreme, laughed instead.

"well!"

With both palms striking out simultaneously, one palm shadow after another appeared, leaving only the howling wind of the palms in the clock tower.

The bronze bell hummed loudly as it was struck by the force of the palm strike, the beams creaked, and the wooden planks beneath the feet cracked one after another.

The force of the palm strike was so strong that Yi You could barely open his eyes; he could only back away while grimacing and gasping for breath.

"This bastard is really going all out!"

Jin stood at the other end of the clock tower, motionless, his gaze fixed firmly on the battle.

"He's not trying to fight to the death."

"He's looking for an opportunity to escape."

He coughed up blood and phlegm, still cursing.

"nonsense."

"This bastard has already exposed himself, why isn't he running away? Is he waiting to embarrass himself even more?"

In the arena, Cijue had completely gone berserk.

The Great Compassion Hand technique was already fierce, but in his hands it became even more like a maddened beast, each palm aimed at vital points.

Long'er, however, never fought him head-on. Her figure moved sometimes close and sometimes far away, as if there was an invisible waterline connecting her feet, always brushing past him just half an inch before his palm strike arrived.

Cijue smashed the railing with one palm and walked through the shards of wood;

Cijue elbowed the corner of the bell frame, causing it to collapse. He rolled over and got up, brushing against the falling copper shavings.

Cijue's palm wind sealed off his head, so he simply slid along the ground and slipped under the palm shadow, disappearing three feet into the opponent's chest.

The bamboo leaf also grew increasingly ruthless during this process.

At first it was just a tear in the sleeve, but then it started to bleed.

A blow to the left shoulder ripped the monk's robe open, exposing the skin and flesh.

With a blow to his right arm, his protective inner energy was pierced through, and blood flowed down his fingertips;

When Cijue charged forward for the third time with all his might, Long'er had already reached his ribs. With a swift sweep of her bamboo leaf, she carved a deep gash into his waist, revealing the bone beneath.

Cijue's face contorted in pain, and he staggered two steps, almost crashing into the bronze bell.

Fresh blood flowed down his robe, soaking half of his body.

But Long'er's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, as if he were dismantling a broken car that he had long since figured out, inch by inch, taking apart his most prized tricks.

Yiyou stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to rub the bruises on her neck.

"This is weird... really weird..."

He stared intently at Long'er's footwork, muttering to himself, almost lost in thought.

"My little bit of water ended up in this kid's hands, how did it turn out like this..."

Jin stared at Long'er's steps, his expression changing slightly.

"He didn't learn your Water Displacement technique."

"He took one look at it and made it his own."

The resentment in Cijue's heart was completely ignited.

He was the deputy abbot, who had practiced the Great Compassion Hand technique for many years and usually commanded great respect in the temple. Yet now he was being beaten by a young boy with a broken bamboo leaf, right in front of Yiyou and Jin.

This wasn't just an injury; it was as if his face had been stomped into the mud.

He roared.

"You little bastard!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his internal energy surged outward like a burst dam, causing the wooden planks beneath his feet to burst apart inch by inch.

Ignoring the damage to his meridians, he forcefully forced his life's energy into clasping his hands together. The energy behind him surged and shook the entire bronze bell, causing it to sway violently off its frame.

A hazy, wrathful Vajra phantom slowly expanded behind him.

The wind inside the clock tower suddenly changed.

The wood chips, broken tiles, and dust that were originally flying around seemed to have crashed into an invisible swamp, and were actually pressed down and suspended in mid-air by that palm force.

The air felt heavy, like it was filled with lead, making even breathing difficult.

Yiyou's face turned deathly pale, and her knees nearly buckled on the spot.

"not good!"

"That old bald monk has gone mad!"

Cijue pushed his palms forward, his face contorted into a hideous grimace.

"The Tenfold Compassion Hand, die!"

With a muffled thud, before the palm strike could even land, the entire floor of the clock tower sank, and the beams and pillars groaned under the strain.

The wrathful Vajra seemed to come alive from his palm strike, pressing down on Long'er with an overwhelming pressure.

For the first time, the watery energy beneath Long'er's feet was forcefully suppressed.

He felt as if the air from all directions was drawing inwards, as if countless invisible hands were pressing him, bones and all, inch by inch into the ground.

The wooden plank beneath my feet cracked and then sank, causing my knees to sink slightly under the weight, and even the two fingers holding the bamboo leaves began to go numb.

Long'er's eyes finally changed, and her silver hair was pulled straight by the palm wind.

I want to back out, but I can't.

I want to skate, but I can't.

Even the slightest shift in water's movement, using leverage to turn around, felt like being pressed firmly to the spot by a mountain.

For the first time, Jin's gaze turned completely cold, and a crack silently appeared in the blue brick at his feet.

Yiyou was so anxious that his face turned pale. He rushed forward two steps, but the overwhelming pressure of the palm made it impossible for him to move an inch. He could only scream at the top of his lungs.

"Ryuu!"

The giant hand was already at his brow, and the pressure from the palm was so strong that he could barely open his eyes.

Long'er stood still, the green bamboo leaf in her hand straightened by the wind, ready to meet the palm strike that could shatter the bell tower and everyone inside in the next instant.