I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"This...how is this possible?!"

Huai Mie sprang to his feet with a somersault, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Since entering the Central Plains, they have swept across the land, encountering no rivals.

Aside from the legendary duo, he was confident he feared no other master in the world.

But today, in this heavenly realm, I was forced into this wretched state by an old man who looked like he was on his deathbed.

He looked down at his hands—they were still trembling.

It's not fear.

It was caused by being beaten.

The force of those five whips is still coursing through my body, like a venomous snake burrowing into my bones, lingering and impossible to disperse.

With each breath, my ribs ache.

But who is Huai Mie?

"Great! Excellent!"

He laughed in a fit of rage, his voice hoarse yet carrying an even more ferocious madness.

His aura did not weaken due to his injury; on the contrary, it erupted like a volcano that had been poked, releasing an even more violent and ferocious aura than before.

"I never imagined there was someone like you in the Outer Heavens!"

"Old man—you deserve my full skill!"

Bai Ling stood to the side, biting her lip and remaining silent.

She knew Huai Mie all too well—

The harder the man is hit, the more violently he bounces back.

You can't persuade them otherwise.

Huai Kong did not intervene.

He crossed his arms, his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Xiong Ba—

He wanted to see just how many tricks this unfathomable old man still had up his sleeve.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that his elder brother had not yet used the Seven Killings of Hunyuan.

That's the real trump card of the eldest brother.

Xiong Ba looked at Huai Mie, whose aura was surging, shook his head helplessly, and sighed.

"Sigh, why are young people these days so incapable of knowing when to stop?"

"I'm just an old man who wants to retire peacefully, but you insist on arguing with me."

He paused.

A sharp glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy old eyes—

It was like a dozing tiger whose tail had been stepped on, causing it to suddenly open its eyes.

His originally hunched body seemed to instantly become as majestic as a mountain, and an invisible pressure slowly emanated from his body, causing the banners on the training ground to stop fluttering.

Bai Ling felt her breath catch in her throat, as if an invisible hand was gripping her neck.

She subconsciously took half a step back towards Huai Kong, her face turning pale.

Huai Kong's pupils suddenly contracted—

This momentum... is on a completely different level compared to before.

All those cloud hands, single whip, and five-strike whip moves were just the old man playing around with his older brother!

Is this his true strength?

"never mind."

Xiong Ba's voice had changed; it was no longer that of the kind and benevolent old man, but rather carried the domineering aura of someone who once looked down upon the world.

"Since you are determined to see Duan Lang, if we don't make you back down, I'm afraid you will really go and die in vain."

"Since that's the case—I'll play along with you."

Before he finished speaking, Xiong Ba's aura suddenly changed.

He slowly raised his hands, and three-colored light faintly appeared in his palms.

Red as angry clouds.

Green as a swift wind.

Blue as frost.

Three distinct forces are perfectly integrated in the powerful Tai Chi circular energy, flowing endlessly and eternally.

"What is that?!" Bai Ling exclaimed in a low voice.

Huai Kong's eyes widened suddenly—

The three types of true energy circulate simultaneously within a person's body, and can be perfectly integrated without conflict.

He had never even heard of such a thing.

Although the original three-part Qi has dissipated, Xiong Ba's understanding of the three wonders of wind, cloud, and frost has long been ingrained in his bones.

Now, using the essence of Tai Chi to govern the three unique energies, although it is no longer as domineering and fierce as it was back then, it has gained a more harmonious and unfathomable quality.

It's like a bottle of strong liquor that's been stored for decades. Its potency hasn't diminished; instead, it's become mellow and rich, capable of burning through your internal organs the moment it enters your throat.

"Come on," Xiong Ba said calmly.

"Let me see just how much your so-called real skills really amount to."

"Seven Primordial Strike Forces - Breaking Electric Potential!"

With a roar, Huai Mie vanished from his spot in an instant!

fast!

So fast that even Bai Ling's eyes couldn't keep up—

She only saw Huai Mie standing there, and then, with a "whoosh," he disappeared.

By the time she realized what was happening, Huai Mie had already appeared beside Xiong Ba.

A blur trailed through the air, accompanied by a series of piercing electrical hissing sounds.

With palms like knives, he slashed at Xiong Ba's waist and ribs with lightning speed!

This move is all about one word—speed.

So fast that the air didn't even have time to catch its breath, so fast that the opponent's nerve signals hadn't even reached their brain before the blade and palm had already arrived.

However, it seemed that Xiong Ba already knew he would appear in that location.

With a slight turn of his body, a wisp of green wind energy instantly flowed to his left palm, making his movements incredibly light and agile.

His left hand floated out like a cloud, seemingly incredibly slow, yet it arrived first—just as Huai Mie's palm blade was about to strike, it gently touched his wrist.

A flick of the wrist.

A flexible, spiraling force erupted, deflecting Huai Mie's extremely fierce attack by three inches.

It's only three inches.

The palm strike grazed Xiong Ba's belt, the sound of the wind sharp as if it were screaming.

"Boom!"

Missing his first attack, Huai Mie swiftly changed tactics. Instead of creating distance, he used the momentum to turn around—

With his right fist clenched, he gathered all his inner energy into a single point and unleashed a powerful punch at Xiong Ba's chest!

This punch was completely unpretentious.

Only pure power.

Powerful enough to shatter the heavens.

Before the fist even arrived, the force of the punch had already cracked the bluestone slab beneath Xiong Ba's feet.

A hint of admiration flashed in Xiong Ba's eyes—

This kid's strength is truly terrifying; he'd be considered a big shot in the entire martial arts world.

Unfortunately, it was him I ran into.

The blue frost energy within his body surged instantly, and a layer of frost faintly appeared on his arms.

With his left hand, he blocked Huai Mie's heavy punch;

With his right fist clenched, he slowly pushed out to meet Huai Mie's fist in an extremely ancient posture.

Move and block.

"Bang!"

The fists are crossed.

There was no earth-shattering roar as I had imagined, only a dull thud—

It was like two mountains colliding head-on, the sound of which was swallowed up.

Huai Mie felt an extremely cold force drill into his meridians through his fist, instantly freezing the true energy in half of his arm.

A thin layer of white frost had formed on the surface of his fist—

That was the visible erosion caused by the cold air.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force as heavy as a mountain surged forth, causing his blood and qi to churn and forcing him to retreat several steps.

"The eldest brother's hand!" Bai Ling exclaimed in surprise.

Huai Kong also saw it—

The area from the elder brother's right fist to his wrist was already blue and purple from the cold, and his fingers were almost unresponsive.

But Huai Mie didn't even glance at his own hands.

"Heart-Stirring Thunder!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. He forcefully broke through the cold air on his arms and struck out with both palms in quick succession.

Each palm strike contained a strange, vibrating power—

Before the palm strike even arrived, the shockwave had already penetrated deep into people's hearts, causing them to feel uneasy and their blood and qi to become disordered.

This is what makes the "Heart-Moving Thunder" so terrifying—it attacks the mind first.

It's not your body that's being attacked, but your heart.

No matter how profound your internal strength or how powerful your protective energy is, as long as your heart is beating, you cannot escape the interference of this move.

Huai Kong could feel the tremor even standing next to him.

My chest felt tight, and my heartbeat was jolted a few beats off.

Bai Ling's face turned deathly pale, and she clutched her chest, taking several steps back.

Xiong Ba frowned slightly.

That trick actually has some merit.

He took a deep breath, circulating the crimson true energy of clouds throughout his body, as if he were enveloped in a thick layer of cloud energy—

A heavy, oppressive feeling emanated from him, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, making it hard to breathe.

With hands clasped in front of the body in a circular motion, a deep and powerful aura instantly spread out, like heavy clouds locking in a dense, impenetrable barrier.

As if sealed off.

No matter how fiercely the shockwave palm force of the Heart-Moving Thunder attacked, once it entered this Tai Chi circular energy, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, instantly swallowed up, without even a ripple.

Huai Mie's pupils shrank to pinpoints—

His most prized psychological warfare tactics were thus neutralized.

"The Seven Killings of Primordial Chaos, that's quite interesting."

Xiong Ba stood in the center of the field, his body surrounded by three-colored true energy, like an ancient Buddha shrouded in divine light.

He looked at the panting Huai Mie, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the taste of a dish:

"That's all. You may leave now."

Huai Kong gasped in shock.

The old man spoke casually, but the implication was clear:

Your all-out effort is nothing more than this.

"Don't even think about it! I haven't lost yet!"

Huai Mie roared to the sky, his voice cracking.

His true energy burned wildly, and a terrifying aura capable of destroying the world gathered around him.

Bai Ling's expression changed drastically—she recognized this situation.

This is the eldest brother's trump card, the strongest move of the Seven Killings of Hunyuan.

"Senior Brother, no!" she blurted out.

Huai Kong grabbed her—but it was too late; it was too late to stop her.

"Take my strongest move—Shattering the Heavens!"

At this moment, Huai Mie seemed to transform into a world-destroying demon god.

All the body's energy, spirit, and fighting will were concentrated in this one strike.

His body was glowing—not a metaphor, it was truly glowing, his true energy overflowing to the naked eye, forming a faint white light on the surface of his skin.

This is the pinnacle of his lifelong martial arts skills.

One palm strike—

"Boom!"

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out instantly, and then collapsed violently.

A terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and carrying a world-destroying force, crashed down on Xiong Ba.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the banners on the training ground were uprooted, and the bluestone slabs were torn apart and shattered, like a plowed field.

Huai Kong grabbed Bai Ling with one hand and pressed the other hand firmly against the ground, barely managing to avoid being overturned by the shockwave by using all his internal energy.

Bai Ling's hair was blown wildly by the wind, and she couldn't even open her eyes.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow—

Xiong Ba's expression finally became more serious.

"What a magnificent feat of shattering the heavens!"

He said it in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of genuine appreciation.

"Now that you've revealed your most treasured secrets, it wouldn't be right for me to keep anything hidden."

He took a deep breath.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground—

"Boom!" The bluestone slab underfoot shattered into dust instantly, with debris flying three zhang high.

The red, green, and blue true energy around his body spun wildly, faster and faster, the three colors of light intertwining more and more densely, finally merging completely at a certain moment—

It transforms into a pure white, dazzling Tai Chi symbol!

The yin-yang fish, head to tail, slowly rotated, radiating a white light like the sun, exuding a majestic aura that made one's soul tremble.

"The unity of the three energies—Tai Chi transforms into power!"

Xiong Ba held his hands in a Tai Chi posture and then suddenly pushed forward.

The pure white Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, meeting Huai Mie's earth-shattering palm strike—

It looks slow, but it's actually despair-fast.

"Buzz—"

Two terrifying forces collided in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a deep, guttural hum that sent shivers down your spine—

It was as if the whole world was shaken out of tune by the impact.

Huai Mie's palm force, powerful enough to shatter the heavens, was swallowed up as soon as it touched the pure white Tai Chi diagram, as if by a living vortex.

The white light flowed endlessly, ever-renewing—

It continuously devours, resolves, and guides, gradually eroding that violent destructive power.

Huai Mie felt as if his palm strike had struck a bottomless abyss.

No matter how much he channeled his inner energy, he couldn't budge his opponent in the slightest.

On the contrary, the force of the counterattack grew stronger and stronger, as if someone had chewed up his own power and spat it back, causing his internal organs to tremble.

"No...it's impossible...Shattering the Sky is my strongest technique—"

"break."

Xiong Ba let out a low shout and his hands suddenly trembled.

"Bang!"

Huai Mie could no longer hold on. He was struck by lightning and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his chest.

Bai Ling cried out in surprise, broke free from Huai Kong's hand and rushed over, squatting down beside Huai Mie, supporting his back with one hand and hurriedly checking his pulse with the other.

"Senior Brother! How are you?!"

Huai Mie coughed twice, pushed her hand away, and struggled to stand up.

But after supporting himself with his arms for a couple of moments, he collapsed again.

He stopped trying to be strong and instead lay on his back on the broken bluestone slab, gazing at the excessively blue sky above him, his chest heaving violently.

Lost.

Completely, without a doubt.

Even the Shattering Heaven couldn't shake that old man in the slightest.

The arrogance that had always been on Huai Mie's face finally dissipated.

Instead, there was a pure, heartfelt shock and awe.

He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, and with Bai Ling's help, he managed to sit up.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice:

"Senior...impressive skill."

"This junior, Huai Mie, humbly admits defeat. May I ask how you should address me, senior?"

Even the way he's addressed has changed from "old man" to "senior"—

This punch not only shattered his arrogance but also revealed his principles.

Huai Kong watched, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew his older brother all too well—

From birth to the present, there has never been a single person who could make Huai Mie wholeheartedly admit defeat and utter the words "I willingly concede defeat."

This is the first one.

Xiong Ba slowly finished his practice, and the white light around him gradually dissipated, returning him to his lazy and casual old man appearance.

He stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"I stopped caring about matters of the martial world a long time ago. I'm just an ordinary old man living a retirement life in Tianwaitian."

"Why even mention names?"

"Just an ordinary old man..." Huai Mie gave a bitter smile.

If such a peerless master is considered an ordinary old man, then what is Huai Mie, the eldest disciple of Iron Heart Island?

Huai Kong smiled bitterly.

He remembered the young man in white in the tavern—

That person was even more unfathomable than the old man in front of him, and he had only "happily happened to be passing by" Tianyin City.

The water in this outer heaven was many times deeper than he had imagined.

Bai Ling supported Huai Mie, but her gaze was fixed on Xiong Ba, her beautiful eyes flashing with an almost crazed light—

Her mind was racing, constantly replaying the strange true energy that had been interwoven with red, green, and blue colors.

Red...green...blue...

Three colors.

Three attributes.

Three unique skills.

Red as angry clouds—the Cloud-Dispelling Palm!

Green as a swift wind—Wind God Legs!

Blue as frost—Heavenly Frost Fist!

Wind God Leg, Cloud Dispelling Palm, Heavenly Frost Fist – the three ultimate techniques combined into one!

Bai Ling's pupils suddenly dilated.

A name that once shook the entire martial arts world resurfaced from the deepest recesses of memory.

"The Three Perfections... The Threefold Return to Origin..."

She abruptly covered her mouth, her face drained of color, and cried out in a trembling voice:

"You are... Xiong Ba?!"

These two words struck the training ground like a thunderbolt.

Huai Mie and Huai Kong both shuddered at the same time, looking at the kind-faced old man in front of them in disbelief.

Xiong Ba?

The leader of the World Society who once dominated the martial arts world, where those who obeyed him prospered and those who defied him perished.

That legendary warlord who was defeated by the combined forces of Feng and Yun?

He... he's still alive?!

And right here in the outer heavens, he's supposed to be just an "ordinary old man" sweeping the floor and practicing martial arts?!