I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The majestic mountain gate stands tall amidst the clouds. On the huge plaque, the three large characters "Tianwaitian" are carved in a vigorous and powerful style, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

Huai Mie, Huai Kong, and Bai Ling stood in front of the door.

A cold wind howled, blowing stray hairs from Bai Ling's temples straight into her eyes. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, looked up at the three words, and felt a sudden tightness in her heart.

Huai Kong was also observing the mountain gate.

The door was nine zhang tall, with thick vermilion lacquer and copper nails arranged in an array. The weight of the door alone would probably be too much for a dozen strong men to push.

What unsettled him most was not the gate, but the fact that such a large mountain gate had no one to guard it.

It's too quiet.

It was unusually quiet.

Huai Mie clearly hadn't thought that far ahead. He snorted coldly and pushed the door open.

"Squeak—"

The heavy, vermilion-lacquered gate opened with a soft thud, as lightly as if a paper window had been pushed open.

Behind the door, the vast Tianwaitian front courtyard was completely empty, without a single person in sight.

"That's strange, why is no one guarding it?" Bai Ling frowned and subconsciously moved closer to Huai Mie.

Huai Kong's hand quietly rested on the iron box beside him, his heart taut with even greater anxiety—

This kind of open, unguarded display either indicates that Tianwaitian is extremely arrogant, or... they simply don't care who comes.

Neither of these is a good omen.

Huai Mie, however, didn't take it seriously at all, and even scoffed:

"Who cares if there's an ambush? With the three of us, where in this world can't we go? Let's go!"

Having said that, he took the lead and strode into the mountain gate, his back view as arrogant as if he were returning to his own home.

Bai Ling glanced at Huai Kong, her eyes filled with helplessness—"See, I can't persuade her."

Huai Kong shook his head with a wry smile and followed.

The three of them passed through the forecourt without any obstruction.

Along the way, they didn't encounter a single disciple or see a single patrolling person.

The courtyard was spotless, and the flowers and trees were neatly trimmed, clearly indicating that someone was taking care of it.

But where are they all?

Bai Ling grew increasingly anxious as she walked, and whispered:

"Senior Brother, it's too quiet. Something feels off..."

"You're just a coward." Huai Mie said without turning his head.

"I'm not a coward, I'm—"

"Shh." Huai Kong suddenly raised his hand, signaling the two to be quiet.

Ahead, a wide-open bluestone square came into view—the martial arts training ground.

Flags fluttered around the square, each flag embroidered with a large character for "heaven".

There was only one person in the empty space.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a loose white silk robe, was slowly performing a set of seemingly soft and gentle boxing techniques.

His movements were as leisurely as if he were doing morning exercises, and his expression was as serene as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard, completely unaware of the arrival of the three uninvited guests.

Huai Mie looked around and saw that there was only this old man in the huge training ground, without even a single guard. He curled his lips and thought to himself that this Heavenly Realm was nothing special.

He strode forward and, without any hesitation, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey! Old man! Do you know where Duan Lang is?"

The sound echoed across the training ground, making the flags flutter loudly.

Xiong Ba did not stop moving, but merely glanced sideways, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over the three of them.

Although he has been retired for many years, his discerning eye for people has not retired—

It was immediately obvious that these three people had come with ill intentions.

The burly guy at the front exuded a fierce aura. He was clearly a hot-tempered man who feared nothing and was skilled in martial arts, but his mind was probably only focused on "fighting."

The guy carrying the iron box in the back had a much more reserved demeanor; he was calm and composed, probably the only reliable one in the team.

As for that little girl—well, she clearly came with that brute.

"Are all young people these days so hot-tempered?" Xiong Ba chuckled to himself.

These hotheads actually dared to call Duan Lang by his name and even wanted to cause him trouble—

Do they know who Duan Lang is?

That was a ruthless character that even Xiong Ba was wary of back then, and now he is a completely different person, no longer someone that ordinary people can mess with.

If they were allowed to charge forward like that, they probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from Duan Lang and would just be throwing their lives away.

Well, since I've already stumbled upon this, I might as well do a good deed.

Xiong Ba slowly withdrew his stance, stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"What do you want with Duan Lang?"

Huai Mie frowned, about to unleash a torrent of curses—

"Big brother!"

Huai Kong stopped him.

Huai Mie turned around and glared at him, but Huai Kong's gaze made her look away.

The meaning in his eyes was clear: "Let me do it."

Huai Mie snorted coldly. Although he was unwilling, he still gave his second brother face and took a step back with his arms crossed.

Bai Ling breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Huai Kong stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and spoke earnestly:

"Hello, sir/madam."

"I am Huai Kong from the Iron Gate, this is my elder brother Huai Mie, and this is my junior sister Bai Ling."

"We're not here to cause trouble for anyone; we just have an urgent matter to ask of you."

Xiong Ba's brow twitched slightly.

Iron Gate? One of that old man Iron God's disciples?

He looked Huai Kong up and down, then glanced at Huai Mie—

This kid has a solid foundation in physical training, and his blood and energy are frighteningly vigorous. He's clearly someone who's trained through rigorous asceticism like the Iron Gate.

"The Iron Gate people came all the way to the Outer Heavens, saying they had urgent business." Xiong Ba stroked his white beard, his tone indifferent.

"Speak, what is it?"

Huai Kong's expression darkened, and he said in a deep voice:

"My master is seriously ill and his life is hanging by a thread."

"I've heard that the peerless sword is a divine weapon of our time; perhaps it can save my master's life."

"That's why I've come to borrow a sword from Master Duan."

"Using a sword to cure an illness?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Ba's lips curled into a playful smile.

He was once a powerful and ruthless figure who would stop at nothing to control his subordinates.

He was a master at exploiting his disciples' loyalty and filial piety, fabricating various reasons to send them to their deaths.

He believed half of what this kid said.

The filial piety is genuine, but the idea of ​​"borrowing a sword to cure an illness"—ha!

"A peerless sword is a weapon for killing. I've only ever heard of swords that have killed souls, never of swords that can save lives."

Xiong Ba shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of mockery from someone with more experience.

"You've probably been deceived. This sword can't cure your illness."

These words are blunt and hurtful.

Huai Kong's expression changed, his lips moved as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't find the words.

Bai Ling was also stunned. She subconsciously glanced at Huai Mie—oh no.

really.

"What did you say?!"

Huai Mie, who had been holding back his anger, exploded upon hearing this.

He took a sudden step forward, his true energy surging, and his fierce aura, like a flood that had been released, rushed straight towards Xiong Ba.

The dust on the ground was forced to spread in all directions by this force, and the bluestone slab under Huai Mie's feet cracked with a snap.

"Stop talking nonsense, you old man!"

"Since you won't tell me where Duan Lang is—I'll start by targeting you!"

"Big brother, no!"

Huai Kong was shocked and reached out to stop him, but Huai Mie was much faster than him.

Bai Ling also called out, "Senior Brother!"

late.

Huai Mie moved swiftly, pouncing out like a cheetah.

His left palm suddenly shot out, its energy surging and faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder—

It is an offensive move from the Iron Gate's ultimate technique, "Breaking the Void Hand".

Sinking Yuan and Breaking Through the Void!

This palm strike was powerful and heavy, enough to split a monument and shatter a stone.

Although Huai Mie did not intend to kill, he used half of his strength, aiming to capture Huai Mie in one move.

however--

Xiong Ba did not move.

To be precise, he barely moved.

With just a slight shift in her footing, her body slid back half a foot like a willow catkin in the wind.

At that distance of just half a foot, Huai Mie's palm struck thin air.

The palm wind brushed past the front of Xiong Ba's robe, making the white robe flutter, but it didn't even touch a single hair.

Huai Mi's pupils constricted slightly.

His reaction was extremely fast—without retracting his left palm, he used the momentum of his forward thrust to suddenly flip his wrist and press down, the palm strike was incredibly heavy, like Mount Tai splitting the top of Xiong Ba's head!

Sinking Yuan and Breaking the Moon!

This move is a powerful killing blow from Po Yuan. A palm strike comes down with immense pressure, and anyone hit by it will either die or be crippled.

Despite the fierce second attack, Xiong Ba still wore a calm and composed smile.

He slowly raised his hands and drew a circle in front of him.

The movements were incredibly slow, so slow that you could almost see every single detail.

But this seemingly slow movement was precisely what blocked Huai Mie's palm strike.

Two hands gently rested on Huai Mie's wrists.

It's as natural as an elderly person helping a child cross the street.

Huai Mie felt an extremely gentle yet incredibly strong force coming from his wrist.

His powerful and domineering palm strike vanished without a trace, as if a mud ox had entered the sea.

Immediately afterwards, a counterforce surged forth, carrying his own strength, and pulled him to the side.

Use someone's strength against them!

"What the hell?!"

Huai Mie was greatly alarmed.

In all his years in the industry, he has never encountered anything like this before.

His prized Void-Piercing Technique emphasizes raw power and overwhelming force, using sheer brute force to overcome any technique.

But the old man's kung fu was specifically designed to counter his brute force style.

The harder you try, the more it will be neutralized.

The more forceful and aggressive you are, the more leverage you will have.

It's like punching a pile of cotton; not only does it fail to hurt anyone, it bounces you off.

Huai Mie didn't believe in this evil.

"Thunderbolt Strike!"

He roared, raised both palms high into the sky, and then slammed them down!

Within his palms, the intense friction of true energy produced a crackling sound—

Like a thunderbolt descending upon the world, it carried a destructive and fierce force, striking directly at the top of Xiong Ba's head!

This move is Po Kongyuan's ultimate killing move.

The palm strike was as powerful as thunder and lightning; a direct confrontation would be fatal.

Among all the disciples of the Iron Gate throughout history, Huai Mie was the first to master this move to such a degree.

Bai Ling covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.

Huai Kong's hand was already on the iron box, ready to strike at any moment—

It wasn't to help Huai Mie, but rather because they were afraid Huai Mie would hurt the old man.

Although the old man seemed unfathomable, what if…

But he was overthinking it.

A glint of light flashed in Xiong Ba's eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advances, stepping forward with his right foot and raising both hands in a cross shape from bottom to top.

The "cross hand" in Tai Chi.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Xiong Ba's arms appeared soft and boneless, but the moment they made contact, they felt like iron wrapped in cotton.

Following the momentum of Huai Mie's thunderous palm strike, it sank downwards and dissipated.

Huai Mie felt as if his powerful palm strike had struck a ball of living cotton.

The cotton not only absorbed his strength, but also pulled his strength down into the ground.

His center of gravity instantly went out of balance, and he involuntarily fell forward.

"Breaking the Sky!"

Though Huai Mie was alarmed, he remained calm.

The fact that he could change tactics so quickly in such a disheveled state shows just how strong his combat instincts are.

Using the momentum of his forward fall, he suddenly raised his left palm from below, palm facing the sky, and a violent force twisted into a line, piercing straight into Xiong Ba's jaw!

This move is a desperate counterattack in a desperate situation, ruthless and vicious, striking from the most unlikely angle, specifically to catch the opponent off guard.

Xiong Ba's lips curled up slightly.

With a gentle flick of his left hand, he placed it on Huai Mie's wrist and pulled it outwards—at the same time, his right hand transformed into a knife, seemingly slow but incredibly precise, slashing towards Huai Mie's elbow.

Cloud hands catch single whip.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Huai Mie's deadly claw strike was abruptly diverted by Xiong Ba's manipulation, grazing past Xiong Ba's ear and creating a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, Xiong Ba's single whip palm strike had already landed on Huai Mie's ribs.

The force wasn't strong—at least not in Xiong Ba's eyes.

But for Huai Mie, that palm strike felt like being gently bumped by a mountain.

"Thump thump thump!"

Huai Mie staggered back three steps, feeling his blood surging under his ribs and half of his body going numb.

He glanced down at his ribs—

His clothes weren't torn, and his skin wasn't injured, but his internal organs were churning inside him, and a mouthful of bloody taste rushed to his throat, which he swallowed back down.

"impossible!"

Huai Mie's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Xiong Ba, refusing to believe that he could be suppressed by an old man who practiced Tai Chi.

He roared and pounced again, unleashing a barrage of punches and palm strikes, his attacks as fierce as a storm!

Seeing him charge, Xiong Ba neither retreated nor dodged. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he mumbled something indistinctly. Suddenly, he lowered his body and lashed out with his right hand from below like a whip—

"Snapped!"

The whip-like palm strike landed squarely on Huai's right shoulder.

Before Huai Mie could react, Xiong Ba's left hand followed up, slashing out with a backhand motion—

"Snapped!"

The whip swept across Huai Mie's left cheek.

Immediately afterwards, the right palm flipped, and the third whip—

"Snapped!"

He patted it on his chest.

The fourth lash—

"Snapped!"

He slapped Huai Mie's arm, forcefully deflecting the Po Yuan Hand that Huai Mie had just raised.

The fifth lash—

"Snapped!"

With a final palm strike, he struck Huai Mie in the lower abdomen, sending him flying.

The five lashes were executed in one smooth motion, as fast as lightning, taking less than a breath from the first to the fifth lash.

Huai Mie had no time to react while in mid-air.

Each lash struck precisely at the intervals between his attacks, as if his every move had been calculated in advance.

Bai Ling's face turned pale. She wanted to rush forward but didn't dare. She stood there with her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms.

My heart was pounding wildly.

The old man held back with each of his five lashes; otherwise, with that force, my brother's bones would probably have been broken in several places.

Who is Ke Huaimie?

The more he gets beaten, the more agitated he becomes.

"The Void Shatters the Sun!"

He roared and unleashed both palms simultaneously!

Palm shadows filled the sky, blurring the lines between reality and illusion—

This move is a brilliant killing technique from Po Kongyuan. His palm force comes and goes, as bright as the sun at its zenith, and is impenetrable.

This time he didn't hold back.

Full power, all strength unleashed.

Faced with the barrage of palm strikes, Xiong Ba slowly closed his eyes.

Her steps shifted, her figure swaying like a willow in the wind.

With both hands, draw circles in front of you—large circles inside small circles, perfect circles inside oblique circles, layer upon layer, endlessly.

Grasp the sparrow's tail.

Shed, straighten, squeeze, press.

The four most basic and also the four most profound forms in Tai Chi.

Xiong Ba spread his arms wide—

A powerful, elastic force arose out of nowhere, like an invisible wall of bronze and iron, blocking all of Huai Mie's countless palm shadows outside the circle.

Then, following the natural flow, he smoothed it out—

Using the opponent's force against them, they redirected all the force of Huai Mie's attack to their side, like parting a fierce current of water.

Then, push both palms forward—

The two forces combined and crashed back like a tidal wave.

Finally, press both palms downwards—

Like Mount Tai pressing down, it completely blocked Huai Mie's retreat, change of tactics, and room for maneuver.

The four movements were executed in one smooth, flowing motion, without a trace of harshness.

It looks like an old farmer turning over the soil in a field—

He was unhurried and unperturbed, but when the hoe struck, the ground was turned upside down.

"boom!"

The force of their energy clashed, producing a deafening thud.

The banners on the training ground were violently whipped to both sides by the shockwave, and dust rose high from the bluestone ground.

Huai Mie felt an overwhelming force surge towards him—

That wasn't Xiong Ba's power, but his own power, which the old man caught, crushed, and reassembled, and then returned to him intact.

His proud "Empty Element Breaking the Sun" technique was countered and attacked, resulting in a complete rebound.

Unable to control himself any longer—

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground three zhang away.

"Bang!"

He landed on his back, the shock making his vision go black, and a metallic taste welled up in his mouth. He spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Senior Brother!"

Bai Ling cried out in surprise and rushed over, squatting down beside Huai Mie, supporting his back with one hand and checking his pulse with the other.

Huai Mie pushed her hand away and tried to get up by bracing himself on the ground, but his arms were trembling.

He stared intently at Xiong Ba, his eyes not filled with fear—but with resentment.

Huai Kong stood rooted to the spot, as if he were nailed to the ground.

His mind was racing—

My elder brother just used almost all the moves of the Breaking Void Yuan Hand, from Sinking Yuan Breaking Void to Sinking Yuan Breaking Moon, from Breaking Thunder Strike to Breaking Heaven, and then to Void Yuan Breaking Sun, he almost used all the essence of the attack.

But this old man used only one set of Tai Chi from beginning to end.

A set of Tai Chi that looks like the kind of exercise old men do in the park in the morning.

and--

The scariest thing is not that he won, but that he won so easily.

He didn't even catch his breath, his expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and his steps never faltered.

It was as if... he was just playing with a little kid.

Bai Ling supported Huai Mie, her hands still trembling.

She looked up at Xiong Ba, her eyes filled with shock and fear—

She had been by Huai Mie's side for so long, witnessing him defeat countless masters without ever losing—

But now, he was crushed by an old man practicing Tai Chi, like a fly being swatted.

"Who exactly is this old man?" Huai Kong muttered to himself.

He originally thought that Duan Lang was the only master in Tianwaitian.

But now, you can easily run into an old man practicing boxing in a martial arts arena, and he's already at this level.

How terrifying must Duan Lang himself be?

And also, that young man in white at the tavern yesterday—

He said, "If I offend Master Duan with my words, I might be in danger of being killed."

In retrospect, that wasn't just a scare tactic at all.

This outer heaven is indeed a place where hidden talents abound.