I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Seeing the chaos below the stage, the old monk coughed dryly, forcefully channeling his inner energy to quell the commotion, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The notary public recommended by Master Yiyou is someone I trust!"

"The auspicious hour has arrived, everyone be quiet, the ceremony will continue!"

The monks below pursed their lips, but out of respect for the old monk's seniority and fear of the terrifying power Jin had just displayed with his kick, they could only barely remain silent.

The old monk turned to face the enormous Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue, his expression solemn:

"According to the rules, before electing a new leader, we must first present the alliance's highest symbol—the Green Jade Zen!"

Two young monks cautiously carried a red silk tray up to the high platform.

On the tray lay a jade cicada, its entire body emerald green and crystal clear, gleaming faintly under the scorching sun.

Next came the handover ceremony, which was so long it made you want to fall asleep.

Burning incense, kneeling in worship, chanting scriptures...

One tedious formality after another, and if you made even the slightest mistake, the old monk would glare and start all over again.

Under the blazing sun, the monks and nuns below were already covered in sweat, their faces showing impatience.

"Damn it, choosing a leader is like an old woman binding her feet—it's so damn long-winded!"

In the crowd, a fat monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered a curse under his breath.

In the shade on the side of the platform, Jin leaned against a large red pillar, a blade of grass he had pulled from somewhere dangling from his mouth, and idly picked at his ear.

"I'm talking about Yi You," Jin said, glancing sideways at Yi You, who was anxiously wringing his hands beside him.

"Are all monks this slow and inefficient in their work?"

"If I had known I was here to watch you kowtow, I would have preferred to sleep in the backyard."

Yi You, covered in sweat, quickly moved closer, lowered his voice, and looked around furtively:

"Oh my god, keep your voice down!"

"This is a major Buddhist ceremony; there are many rules!"

"Once this show of force is over, whoever wants to be the leader will have to go up there and fight for real. That's when you, the notary, will have your moment to shine!"

Long'er, clutching the iron sword wrapped in black cloth, coldly glanced at the restless, whispering monks below the stage, and curled her lip in disdain:

"What makes a bunch of idiots who can't even calm their minds think they can compete for the alliance leader position?"

Yiyou rolled her eyes, speechless, and was about to retort.

The voice just fell.

"Hahaha! Well said!"

"A bunch of good-for-nothings who only know how to kowtow and chant scriptures!"

A wild, arrogant laugh exploded like thunder atop Buddha's Hand Peak!

The sound wave was accompanied by extremely domineering true energy, which made several novice monks in the front row with weak internal energy see black before their eyes, their legs went weak and they knelt on the ground, covering their ears and screaming in pain.

"Who's causing trouble here?!"

The old monk's expression changed drastically, and he almost crushed the prayer beads in his hand.

Suddenly, the crowd behind them was violently pushed aside by an invisible wall of energy, and the monks swayed and staggered like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling swaggered out, his enormous body rubbing his hands together with a fake smile on his face.

"Everyone, take a break!"

"Today, in this lifeless and dreary gathering, this humble monk has specially invited a true deity to enlighten everyone!"

He whirled around, his fake smile instantly transforming into extreme fanaticism, and he screamed at the top of his lungs:

"We respectfully invite our master—to battle the Tathagata!"

"boom!"

The ground of the entire Buddha's Hand Peak suddenly jolted!

A bronze incense burner, about half the height of a person, on the high platform was shaken and bounced three feet up from the ground.

Without warning, a figure as tall as an iron tower crashed down onto the lotus seat in front of the Thousand-Hand Guanyin statue.

The newcomer was wearing a golden kasaya, and his muscles were so bulging and muscular that they looked as if the kasaya was about to burst.

His mustache was like upright steel needles, and his eyes exuded a ferocious aura like that of an unparalleled beast.

The moment he stood there, it was as if the surrounding air had been sucked out, making it hard to breathe.

He looked down at the entire arena from his high vantage point, his voice booming like a bell, so powerful it seemed to scatter the clouds in the sky.

"I am—the Buddha of War!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Zhan Rulai?! That lawless mad monk from Xiling Temple?"

"Why is he here! This madman said he wanted to destroy our alliance more than ten years ago!"

Hiding behind Jin, Yiyou saw this towering figure and her entire body of fat trembled violently. She grabbed Jin's sleeve, her voice trembling:

"It's over, it's all over!"

"Why has that old madman come out of the mountains?!"

"He's a ruthless killer, a living devil!"

Jin disdainfully flung away Yiyou's sweaty hand, showing no fear whatsoever; instead, a fervent excitement ignited in his eyes.

He looked Zhan Rulai up and down, his terrifying muscles seemingly bursting out of his robe, and sneered:

"That's interesting."

"The blood smell on this old bald monk is stronger than the entire temple combined. Finally, someone who can fight has arrived."

Long'er didn't speak, but his hand gripping the sword tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

A pair of clear eyes stared intently at Zhan Rulai's large, bony hands, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling shouted triumphantly:

"My master has come today to represent Xiling Temple and assume the position of leader of the alliance!"

The monks were both shocked and furious, but they were suppressed by the fierce aura of the Buddha, and for a moment no one dared to respond.

The abbot of Lingkong Temple, known for his fiery temper, could no longer contain himself. He strode forward, pointed at the platform, and began to hurl insults:

"Fight the Buddha!"

"You usually treat your allies like dirt, so what are you doing here pretending to be all high and mighty today!"

Zhan Rulai lowered his eyelids slightly, not even glancing at him, and coldly snorted:

"I look down on you."

"But if the alliance falls into the hands of a bunch of good-for-nothings like you, it would be a disgrace to Buddhism!"

He suddenly waved his sleeve.

With a loud "bang," the bronze incense burner that had just jumped up was actually shattered into pieces by the force of the sleeve wind!

Scalding hot incense ash and broken copper pieces rained down on the monks in the front row, burning them and causing them to scream in pain.

Zhan Rulai raised his head, arrogant and overbearing:

"Today, I will take the seat of alliance leader!"

"Anyone who disagrees, come at me!"

The audience fell into a deathly silence.

The various high-ranking monks who were just moments ago vying for the position of leader have now all become cowards.

We looked at each other, and no one dared to go up and risk getting into trouble.

Are you kidding me?

Even a solid bronze incense burner that's half a person tall can be shattered from a distance. Whose head is more iron than an incense burner's?

Zhan Rulai waited three seconds, and seeing no one respond, spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground in disdain:

"What's wrong?"

"Such a large alliance of monks and nuns, and not a single one with a son? A bunch of useless eunuchs!"

"Arrogant old thief! Do you think my six temples and eighteen monasteries have no one to rely on?!"

With a roar, the abbot of Lingkong Temple, like an enraged old lion, leaped onto the high platform.

His external martial arts skills were unparalleled, and he wielded a nine-ringed tin staff as thick as a duck egg, creating a terrifying iron shadow as it smashed down on Zhan Rulai's head!

The wind howled, tearing even the air itself apart.

Faced with this attack capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, Zhan Rulai didn't even move an inch, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"All show and no substance, and you dare to show it off?"

The staff was still half a foot away from his head.

The Buddha moved.

His right hand seemed to vanish suddenly, leaving no afterimage.

He struck first despite being behind, dodging the staff's shadow and striking the old monk's chest with a palm!

"Killing Intent Thunder!"

"Snap—Pfft!"

A dull, sickening cracking sound of bones breaking.

The abbot of Lingkong Temple felt as if he had crashed into an invisible iron wall, and his momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The thick, nine-ringed tin staff flew out of his hand and smashed half of the platform with a "boom".

The old monk's eyes were practically bulging out as he stared intently at his chest, his eyes blazing with extreme fear.

Zhan Rulai's large, fan-like hand had already been pressed into his chest!

The violent "Killing Heart Thunder" palm force passed through his body and, with a "bang," exploded from the old monk's back, creating a blinding cloud of blood mist that sprayed more than ten feet away, along with bits of flesh and fragments of his robe!

"Well……"

The old monk coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs, then collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, utterly dead.

The summit of Buddha's Hand Peak fell into a deathly silence.

The monks, who had been indignant just moments before, were now all terrified by this bloody and terrifying palm strike.

"vomit--"

Several young monks with weak willpower smelled the strong stench of blood and immediately knelt on the ground, vomiting profusely.

The others retreated one by one, their faces ashen, not daring to even breathe.

Yiyou was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a "thud," her face ashen.

He trembled as he tugged at Jin's trouser leg, pleading in a tearful voice:

"Brother Kim... Shall we retreat?"

"This isn't a duel, it's a one-sided slaughter!"

"That old ghost Ling Kong practiced his 'Iron Shirt' technique for forty years, and even swords and blades couldn't penetrate it, yet he managed to pierce it with a single slap!"

Jin kicked away You's pathetic fat hand, and instead of retreating, he took half a step forward.

He stared at the gruesome corpse on the stage, licked his lips, and his murderous aura could no longer be contained.

"Why are you running? This old monk's palm technique is quite something; the real show has only just begun."

Zhan Rulai disgustedly pulled his hand out of the old monk's chest, and with a "thud," a bloody piece of bone fell to the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, he splattered the sticky blood from his palm, and his fierce eyes swept like those of a bloodthirsty beast toward the edge of the platform—the little novice monk holding the tray, whose legs were shaking wildly with fear and who was almost about to wet his pants.

"Since they're all cowards, I'll take this alliance leader's token!"

He suddenly thrust out his right palm, his five fingers forming a claw, and grabbed at the air!

"Whoosh!"

An extremely powerful suction force suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The young novice cried out in surprise, and was pulled forward along with his tray. The green jade Zen instantly flew off the tray, turning into a green light that shot straight towards Zhan Rulai's palm.

It seemed that Yu Chan was about to fall into the clutches of evil.

"Who gave you permission to take it right under my nose?"

An extremely cold voice drifted from the side.

Before he finished speaking, Jin had already moved. His figure instantly shifted from extreme stillness to extreme movement. Only a blurry afterimage torn apart by the strong wind remained on the bluestone slab where he was standing. Then, a biting cold wind howled and tore apart Zhan Rulai's suction aura!

In mid-air, the golden body resembled a roc spreading its wings, its right leg transforming into an invisible wind whip at extreme speed, cracking the air with a "snap," and its toe precisely striking the high-speed flying jade cicada.

"Ding!"

The jade cicada let out a clear, long cry, its momentum instantly reversed, and after drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air, it landed steadily back on the red silk in the little monk's arms with a "thud".

Zhan Rulai's grab missed, and his face, full of fat, froze instantly. He then abruptly turned his head and stared intently at the young man who had just landed:

"Where did this little bastard come from, daring to steal from me?"

Jin patted non-existent dust off his trousers, not even glancing at him directly. He simply raised his head slowly, his eyes even more arrogant and colder than Zhan Rulai's.

"Since it's a contest to determine the commander, we must follow the rules."

"The duel isn't over yet. As long as I, the notary, am standing here, no one can touch this thing."

"court death!"

Zhan Rulai has lived most of his life and has always been treated with deference wherever he goes. He has never been ignored in public like this by a mere brat.

His forehead veins throbbed, and with a roar, his entire body shone with golden light:

"I'll tear you apart alive first!"