I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Seeing that the monks had been intimidated, Zhan Rulai became even more smug. His gaze swept across the high platform like that of a hawk, finally landing on Master Yiyou, who was huddled in the corner. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"One worry!"

"You've been hiding in the back; are you perhaps afraid of this old man?"

The Laughing Buddha of Xiling joined in the fun, but his wrinkled, smiling face became even more irritating.

"Master Yiyou, in the struggle for victory, we always have to talk about real skills."

"If you don't have the ability, why don't you admit defeat sooner and recommend my master as the leader of the alliance? That way you'll save yourself from making a fool of yourself."

These words were spoken casually, yet every word was barbed.

All the monks below the stage turned their gazes toward Yiyou, their eyes filled with the anticipation of watching a show—how exactly did this notoriously cunning master intend to respond to this move today?

Upon hearing this, Master Yiyou's expression immediately became quite interesting.

He first frowned, then clutched his stomach, slowly curling up and groaning.

"Ouch! Ouch! I can't take it anymore!" he cried out dramatically, his eyes darting around nervously.

"Whenever I, the monk, get nervous, my whole body convulses, and my stomach hurts terribly!"

"I...I'm afraid I can't fight!"

As Zhan Rulai watched the play, he raised an eyebrow slightly, understanding dawning on him:

That little rascal is clearly plotting something naughty.

As expected, Yiyou struggled "painfully" for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the robe of a young novice monk beside him, shoved him forcefully towards the center of the stage, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"What am I afraid of! Hehe, little apprentice!"

"Quickly defeat the Buddha for my master!"

The young novice monk stumbled to the center of the platform, steadied himself, and slowly raised his head.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The young novice monk appeared to be around ten years old, with delicate features and a completely shaved head. He wore an ill-fitting, oversized yellow robe that dragged on his feet, making him look rather comical.

But those eyes—clear, calm, and sharp as a drawn sword.

Jin narrowed his eyes, staring at the slender yet upright figure, his lips subtly pursed.

Long'er actually kicked a bald head.

The sword intent emanating from him was well concealed, and his aura was suppressed to the point that, with the eyesight of everyone present, probably no one could detect anything amiss.

The audience erupted in chaos.

"What? When did Master Yiyou take on a disciple?"

"No way, is Yiyou really afraid of Zhan Rulai?"

"But there's no need to send a child to their death!"

"Where did this little monk come from? He looks completely unfamiliar!"

A cacophony of voices and discussions surged forth.

Zhan Rulai looked down at the little novice monk who was not even waist-high, and was first stunned, then burst into a deafening burst of wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Yiyou! Have you gone mad?"

"They actually sent some greenhorn to his death?"

Laughter echoed across Buddha's Hand Peak, causing several monks nearby to instinctively take a half-step back.

Yiyou, clutching her stomach, sat by the stage and interjected without looking up.

"This is my last disciple, Zhan Rulai. You'd better be careful, or you'll suffer the consequences!"

"Hahahaha! You're at a disadvantage?" Zhan Rulai laughed until tears almost streamed down his face, pointing at Long'er's nose.

"I could crush him with one finger!"

Faced with the jeers and laughter, Long'er remained unmoved, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and was extremely polite, yet his expression was remarkably calm, as if the commotion below the stage had nothing to do with him.

Zhan Rulai stopped laughing, looking down at Long'er with a mocking tone.

"Little monk, do you really want to fight me?"

"good."

Long'er slowly raised her head, her gaze meeting Zhan Rulai's without flinching or avoiding it.

The playfulness in Zhan Rulai's eyes faded slightly, replaced by a strange unease—he had seen too many masters, but few could look at him with such eyes, not with feigned strength, not with fear, but with... indifference.

It's like looking at something insignificant.

"Hmph!" He waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind howled out.

"You overestimate yourself! Go home and drink your milk!"

The strong wind was enough to knock an ordinary martial artist to the ground.

Long'er remained motionless, letting the wind whip his monk's robes flutter in the breeze, the sword-shaped birthmark between his brows appearing and disappearing in the sunlight.

He looked at Zhan Rulai quietly, his tone as calm as still water.

"Your contempt for me is an insult to me."

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing outwards, his voice not loud, but each word clear and distinct, reaching everyone's ears—

"If that's the case... I'll give you five moves first."

boom!

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire platform seemed to be struck by a heavy object, first falling into dead silence, then erupting into an even more deafening uproar.

Five moves?!

"Has this kid gone mad?!"

"He let Zhan Rulai have five moves?! He probably doesn't know what level Zhan Rulai is at!"

Zhan Rulai was stunned for a full two seconds, then his eyes turned bloodshot and his chest heaved violently.

"How dare you! You call yourself a brat who hasn't even grown up yet, and you dare to give me five moves?!"

Below the stage, Master Yiyou suddenly jumped up again, his cries of pain abruptly ceasing. He had lowered his hand from his stomach at some point, and was now shouting at the top of his lungs towards the stage:

"Five moves? You're being too stingy, kid!"

"He's the mighty Warrior Buddha!"

"Please, have some mercy! You should at least let him have ten moves!"

"..."

Jin glanced at You, then at Long'er on the stage, silently swallowing the words that were about to come out. He quietly adjusted the position of the sword box on his back, his eyes darkening as he stared at the arena.

On the stage, Zhan Rulai was completely ignited.

A grandmaster of his generation was so humiliated in front of everyone from six temples and eighteen monasteries by a mere child. If he didn't tear the child to pieces, where would he put his old face?

"You arrogant brat!"

He roared, his muscles bulging, and he leaped high into the air like a mountain of flesh, his feet coming together to stomp down on Long'er with overwhelming force.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, rubble flew everywhere, and a deep crater was carved into the ground, with dust billowing out.

As the dust settled, Long'er stood several feet away.

He made no fancy moves; his monk's robe fluttered gently, his expression as still as an ancient well. He simply stood there quietly, brushing a speck of dust off his sleeves, before looking up at Zhan Rulai with a faint, almost imperceptible, mockery on his lips.

This silent contempt drove Zhan Rulai more insane than any words.

"You slippery little brat! Take another one!"

Enraged, Zhan Rulai laughed coldly. His palms suddenly clasped together, unleashing a surge of true energy like rolling thunder. A purplish-black aura seeped from between his fingers, enveloping his palms and pressing down upon Long'er with overwhelming force—

"Killing Intent Thunder!"

Jin's pupils contracted slightly. He recognized this move—Zhan Rulai's signature technique, which uses domineering internal force to unleash a burst of true energy. The force is so great that it can create a vacuum tremor within a radius of several feet. Even ordinary grandmasters would suffer damage to their foundation if they tried to forcefully withstand it.

The slender figure moved slightly amidst the flurry of palm strikes.

Saying it "moved" is not accurate; it's more like... it flowed away.

With a slight sway, he seemed to blend into the surrounding air. There was no deliberate dodging or grand maneuvering; he simply followed the flow of the palm force and took advantage of the gaps in the energy flow to slip away silently, like water encountering stone, bypassing it without leaving a trace.

Zhan Rulai's palm struck empty air, making his tiger's mouth numb from the impact.

"What?!"

His expression suddenly changed. He had never missed this move before. How did this kid dodge it?

This kid's movement technique... you can't even see his trajectory!

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

"Thousand-Armed Tathagata!"

Zhan Rulai roared, his arms flailing violently. In an instant, his palm shadows expanded, seemingly sprouting hundreds of arms. The countless palm shadows covered the sky like dark clouds, each palm carrying a purplish-black poisonous gas, foul-smelling and accompanied by a piercing whistling wind, pressing down on Long'er from above—

This move completely blocks out the air in front of you, leaving you with nowhere to go in any direction. It's a move that the Buddha specifically uses to kill experts in dire situations.

However, there was no panic in Long'er's eyes.

His steps seemed casual, but in fact they followed a mysterious rhythm. He moved like a wisp of smoke or flowing water, weaving and traversing through the gaps in the palm strikes that were as dense as a sudden downpour.

Every time the poisonous palm touched his clothes, he would deflect it at an unbelievable angle, leaving not a trace of it on his body.

Master Yiyou's Water Shifting technique is about using softness to overcome hardness and borrowing force to transform it; it emphasizes perfect harmony.

The technique Long'er used was based on the Water Shift, but it also had an indescribable sharpness, like a sword hidden in the smooth water, soft yet hard, with a hidden killing intent that could be countered at any time between each slide.

This is no longer imitation; it's surpassing the master.

Master Yiyou sat by the table, his hand holding the roast chicken tightening subtly. He cracked sunflower seeds in his mouth, but his expression was calmer than anyone else's, even showing a hint of satisfaction.

"Die! Die! Die!"

After a long and fruitless attack on the Buddha, he was on the verge of madness.

His massive body twisted violently like a furious bear, using the residual force of his previous palm strike to transform it into claws. His five fingers tore through the air like steel hooks, and with a piercing shriek, he aimed straight for Long'er's throat!

However, this ruthless fourth move only managed to shatter a fleeting image of water ripples scattered by the wind.

Zhan Rulai made four moves in a row, and each one missed its target.

He was already panting, his chest heaving violently; his internal energy was being used up far more than usual.

His repeated attacks missed their mark; his powerful and domineering moves amounted to a great deal of wasted internal energy.

In contrast, the young monk didn't even use his strength to fight back; he simply dodged, his breathing remaining as steady as ever.

The uproar from the audience had long since changed its meaning.

"What... what kind of movement technique is this? Zhan Rulai didn't even touch him once?"

"That's terrifying! He didn't even make a move; he just dodged it!"

"The killing intent thunder of the Buddha! And a mere novice monk dodged it just like that?!"

As Zhan Rulai listened to the murmurs around him, his face turned a deep purplish-red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!"

"Fifth move—Let's see where you hide this time!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his true energy surged wildly, twisting and flowing across his skin at a visible speed. Then he roared to the sky—

"Thunder of Killing Intent—Even Buddha's Heart Shakes!"

Roar--!

This roar, imbued with immense internal energy, was like a demonic sound, instantly piercing the eardrums of everyone present and striking their very souls.

The monks felt a loud "buzz" in their heads, their vision went black, and their hearts clenched as if being gripped. They covered their ears in pain and staggered back several steps.

Jin was no exception; his brow twitched, but he quickly suppressed it and stared intently at the stage.

At that very moment, Long'er's figure paused slightly.

Disturbed by the sound waves, his fluid footwork faltered for a moment, but that was enough for a master of Zhan Rulai's caliber.

"A great opportunity!"

Zhan Rulai's eyes flashed with ferocity. He clasped his hands together and thrust them out with a mighty force, a powerful, resounding palm strike aimed directly at Long'er—

He used all his strength in this palm strike, determined to kill with one blow!

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy thud.

Long'er took the blow head-on, her small body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, plummeting straight towards the cliff edge of the Buddha's Hand.

"My apprentice!"

Master Yiyou cried out in surprise, and the roasted chicken bone in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud." He was about to leap out, but he knew it was too late.

Jin took a step forward, his aura suddenly contracting, preparing to catch Long'er the moment she fell off the cliff—

However, a sudden change occurred.

call--

An invisible breeze arose out of nowhere, gentle yet firm, and gently supported the falling figure in mid-air, like an unseen hand, calmly and slowly sending Long'er's body back to the edge of the platform, where she landed steadily.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The monks looked at each other in bewilderment. Most of them simply thought that the young monk was lucky or had superb lightness skills, which allowed him to forcibly gain momentum in mid-air. They did not think too deeply about it.

Jin suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked up.

He was searching for the source of that wind.

This gentle breeze... came so naturally, as if it were a wind that naturally existed in the valley.

Jin's perception of the wind was extremely keen. He could clearly feel that there was a human aura in that wind. It was very light and faint, yet extremely profound, like a ladle of water casually scooped up from a vast ocean, but that ladle of water contained the weight of the entire ocean.

Gentle, resilient, formless, and without form.

This is... the Wind God Leg.

Moreover, it is the Wind God Leg technique that has reached the highest level of "body transforming into flowing wind".

Golden pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze quickly sweeping across the surrounding cliffs and trees, his heart pounding faster.

He realized almost immediately that there was only one person in the world who could use such a powerful kick.

"Could it be... that the legendary God of Wind has also arrived?"

The thought surged into his mind, but he quickly suppressed it, his expression returning to calm. However, his eyes were already silently scanning the shadows of the distant cliffs.