I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"What do you want with my father?"

Duan Wu blinked his big eyes and asked with a bewildered look.

Huai Mie suppressed his impatience and said coldly:

"I am Tiemen Huaimie, this is my second brother Huaikong, and my junior sister Bailing."

"We have come to your father to borrow the peerless sword to save my master's life."

"A peerless sword?" Upon hearing this, Duan Shen frowned and waved his hand impatiently.

"My name is Duan Shen, and this is my younger brother, Duan Wu."

"My father uses the Fire Kirin Sword. I've never even heard of any peerless sword."

"You've got the wrong person, get out of here."

The two brothers had been cultivating in seclusion in the Heavenly Palace for many years and knew very little about the affairs of the martial world. They were also unaware that the Fire Kirin Sword in their father's hand had already devoured the sword soul of the peerless sword, so they were telling the truth.

But these words took on a different meaning when heard by Huai Mie.

He felt like he had been tricked.

First, he was beaten to a pulp by Xiong Ba. After climbing the mountain road for half a day, he finally arrived at this bamboo forest, only to encounter two brats who didn't even have internal energy. They told him, "There is no peerless sword."

"Are you kidding me?!"

Huai Mie flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead.

He accepted being beaten by Xiong Ba; after all, that was Xiong Ba.

But how dare those two little brats, who haven't even grown their hair yet, treat him like a monkey?

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

"Fine! Then I'll capture you both and make Duan Lang come and exchange you for his sword!"

"Big brother, no!" Huai Kong exclaimed in alarm, but it was too late to stop him.

Bai Ling also exclaimed, "Senior Brother! They are Duan Lang's sons!"

Huai Mie didn't listen at all.

His figure moved like lightning, his five fingers forming claws, carrying a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight for Duan Shen's shoulder.

He was confident in his status and, seeing that the other party was just two teenagers, he only used one-tenth of his strength, intending to capture them rather than kill them.

Faced with this sudden attack, Duan Shen and Duan Wu showed no panic whatsoever; instead, their eyes gleamed.

Like two wolves that have been starving for a long time, finally seeing meat.

"Finally, someone who can fight!"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement.

They had been training with their father since childhood, and their strength was already terrifying. However, apart from sparring with each other, no one dared to fight them, which made them feel stifled.

"This one is mine!" Duan Shen roared, stepping forward first.

Duan Wu pursed his lips. Although unwilling, he still took half a step back and gave the space to his brother.

Huai Mie looked at the brat who was advancing instead of retreating, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"You arrogant fool, get down on your knees!"

Although he used only 10% of his strength in that claw strike, it was enough to pierce through metal and stone.

however--

Duan Shen simply raised his right fist and casually met the attack.

"Bang!"

As their fists clashed, Huai Mie felt as if his fingers were gripping a red-hot anvil, his five fingers tingling and his tiger's mouth throbbing with pain.

"Um?"

Huai Mie frowned—this brat was much stronger than he had imagined.

But that's about it.

He sneered inwardly: brute force, no matter how great, is still just brute force.

Huai Mie flipped his five fingers, gripping Duan Shen's fist and about to press it down—

This is a grappling variation from Po Kongyuan's technique; by grabbing the opponent's hand, one can dislocate their shoulder joint.

But just as his fingers gripped the fist, Duan Shen's fist seemed to come alive and suddenly pulled back, bringing with it a violent gust of wind, and then he threw a backhand punch at Huai Mie's ribs!

Faster! More than twice as fast as before!

Huai Mie retreated rapidly, his toes touching the ground as he slid back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), barely avoiding the punch.

The force of the punch grazed past his ribs, tearing a hole in his close-fitting robe.

Before he could even regain his footing, Duan Shen had already caught up.

The brat shattered the bluestone slab beneath his feet, and like an enraged calf, he charged straight at Huai Mie, his fist whistling as it smashed towards Huai Mie's face!

Huai Mie dodged to the side, and Duan Shen's fist grazed past his ear. With a "crack," a bamboo stalk as thick as a bowl behind him was snapped in two by the residual force of the punch, the upper half spinning and flying far away.

"You bastard!"

Huai Mie was furious.

How could a little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair force him to retreat repeatedly?

"Seven Primordial Strike Techniques - Heaven-Shattering Extreme!"

He no longer held back, suddenly turned around, shattered the ground with his right foot, and used the rebound force to rush forward. He clenched his right fist, gathered all his true energy into one point, and slammed it into Duan Shen's face!

A gleam shone brightly in Duan Shen's eyes, and a wide, excited smile spread across his lips—"They've arrived!"

He threw a punch in return, taking the blow head-on!

"boom--!"

The two fists collided, and a dull thud exploded out.

The shockwave swept outwards, causing the bamboo within a radius of tens of feet to shake violently, with bamboo leaves cascading down like a torrential rain.

Both of them were thrown backward by the shockwave.

Huai Mie retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground;

Duan Shen took a step back, his heel crushing a stone.

"That's interesting!" Duan Shen licked his lips. "Let's do it again!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward.

This time, Duan Shen didn't just stand there waiting—

He bent over and swooped down like a cheetah skimming across the ground, each step sending up a blast of mud and gravel beneath his feet.

Huai Mie gritted his teeth and met the challenge head-on.

"Sinking Yuan Breaks Through the Void!"

He extended his left palm, his energy surging within, and struck out at the oncoming Duan Shen!

Duan Shen threw a punch during his charge—

The two forces collided in mid-air with a muffled bang, and the shockwave blasted out, sending both of them flying to the sides.

Huai Mie lightly touched the bamboo with his toes, using the momentum to flip in mid-air, and just as he regained his footing, Duan Shen attacked from another direction.

The little devil landed without pausing, and with a stomp of his foot, he kicked the base of a green bamboo, bending the bamboo into an arc shape before straightening it again.

Using the momentum, he leaped through the air and punched Huai Mietian's head!

"Sinking Yuan Breaks the Moon!"

Huai Mie raised both palms high in a hard stance, his palm strikes heavy as mountains, meeting the fist of Duan Shen descending from the sky.

"Thump!"

A loud bang.

Huai Mie's feet sank directly into the ground, his knees sinking half a foot into the soil, and the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered.

His arms were numb and swollen from the punch, and a creaking sound came from between his bones.

But he held on.

He suddenly exerted force with both legs, pulling the mud and gravel stuck to his knees out of the ground. Using this upward force, he launched a counterattack.

"The Void Shatters the Sun!"

This is Po Kongyuan's most exquisite killing move—

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake, it swallows and spits at will, a move that even Xiong Ba took seriously.

A barrage of palm strikes filled the sky, enveloping Duan Shen within them!

Duan Shen was enveloped by the palm shadows and unleashed a barrage of punches outwards—

He charged left and right through the storm of palm strikes, each punch carrying a displacement, and after each punch he was already in another location, like a beast trapped in a cage, crashing around aimlessly.

The two of them turned the bamboo forest upside down.

The force of palm strikes and fist strikes clashed and flew, and one after another, the surrounding green bamboo was broken by the shockwaves. The cracking sounds rose and fell, and broken bamboo and leaves flew wildly in the air, like a green hailstorm.

Huai Mie attacked while retreating through the bamboo forest, trying to create distance—

But Duan Shen didn't give him that chance at all. He threw one punch after another, chasing him so hard that he had to run through the bamboo forest in a sorry state.

But the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

Because he discovered a terrible fact—with each exchange of blows, his palm strike weakened by one point.

It wasn't because of physical exhaustion, but because his protective inner energy was being peeled away layer by layer.

It's like going into battle wearing ten layers of armor; every punch you throw removes one layer. The first punch removes the outer armor, the second removes the chainmail, the third...

"What's going on?!"

Huai Mie dodged through the bamboo forest while circulating his inner energy, attempting to rebuild his protective true qi.

It solidified and then shattered, shattered and then solidified again, each time thinner than the last, as if something was dismantling his defenses from the root.

The brat's fist seemed to possess some strange penetrating power; it didn't strike his body, but rather directly hit his inner energy—

It breaks through one layer and penetrates the next, breaking through layer after layer, unstoppable!

Huai Kong's expression changed drastically.

He realized—this wasn't just a simple matter of overwhelming strength.

The fist of the God of Severance contained something that Huai Kong had never seen before, like a "rule"—within the area covered by his fist, all defenses would be forcibly weakened.

"What kind of martial art is this?!" Huai Kong's heart pounded wildly.

Bai Ling also sensed something was wrong, clenched her fists, and turned pale.

"Is Senior Brother's internal energy... weakening?"

The world of boxing—a single thought creates the world of boxing, and within that world, breaking limits is like thunder.

Under the shadow of Duan Shen's martial arts prowess, Huai Mie's proud protective inner energy and external martial arts skills were torn apart and pierced layer by layer, like paper.

His tolerance limit was being eroded bit by bit, with each punch chipping away at it, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Even more terrifying, Huai Mie realized he couldn't escape.

He desperately darted and dodged through the bamboo forest, but no matter where he went, the oppressive feeling followed him.

It was as if an invisible prison was shrouding him, and wherever he went, the prison followed.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, his energy flow slowed down, and even his movements became sluggish.

"Thunderbolt Strike!"

Huai Mie roared, leaping onto the top of a still-intact green bamboo stalk. Using the bamboo's momentum, he propelled himself into the air, raising both palms high and slamming them down—

The intense friction of true energy in his palms erupted with a thunderous roar, like thunder descending from the heavens!

He struck from above to create distance and amplify the attack with maximum potential energy—this was the strongest palm strike he could deliver!

Duan Shen looked up at the thunderous palm strike descending from the sky, his face showing no fear.

He even laughed.

The right fist slowly returned to the waist, and in that instant, the surrounding air completely changed—

Huai Mie suddenly felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall while in mid-air.

Everything was locked down from all sides, making it difficult to breathe, slowing down my breathing, and even slowing my descent.

This is the "boundary".

The world of boxing has been fully formed.

Duan Shen unleashed a powerful punch.

There was no dazzling light, no deafening explosion, just a punch.

But this punch landed on Huai Mie's protective aura, which had already been reduced to only the last layer.

The last layer—it shattered.

"Bang--!!!"

The fist slammed solidly into Huai Mie's chest.

A sickening sound of bones cracking rang out.

Huai Mie's massive, mountain-like body was sent flying backward at ten times the speed of his arrival, as if he had been struck head-on by an ancient ferocious beast.

"Boom!"

His body shot backward with the force of a thunderbolt, crashing heavily into the bamboo forest behind him.

Countless resilient green bamboos shattered into dust upon impact, sending up clouds of smoke and bamboo leaves flying everywhere, like a green downpour.

It flew dozens of feet, breaking more than a hundred green bamboos, before Huai Miecai crashed heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.

The once tranquil and elegant bamboo forest has been plowed into a long furrow, a shocking sight.

A deathly silence.

Bai Ling covered her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Huai Kong's blood seemed to have frozen in place—

He could see clearly that from beginning to end, Duan Shen had never used any moves that involved releasing his true energy.

It's just fists, pure fists.

But what was contained in that fist was more terrifying than any martial arts technique.

That wasn't a crushing force, but a crushing force of "rules".

"It's down already?" Duan Shen withdrew his fist, his face full of disinterest, and curled his lip.

"Useless, easily defeated."

"Brother, you went too far." Duan Wu sighed softly, stepping forward. His tone seemed to be a complaint, but there was little blame in it.

"If we kill someone, Dad will blame us and make us stand facing the wall in punishment again."

Upon hearing the word "father," Duan Shen shrank back, his arrogance diminishing somewhat—clearly, he was quite wary of his strict father.

"I held back, okay!" Duan Shen muttered.

"Otherwise, he would be a pile of minced meat by now."

Duan Wu rolled his eyes at him but didn't reply.

At this moment, Huai Kong and Bai Ling had no time to be shocked. They flashed and rushed into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Bai Ling squatted down beside Huai Mie, hurriedly helping him up—

Huai Mie's face was ashen, his breath was faint, his sternum was sunken, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered extremely severe internal injuries.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother, say something!"

Bai Ling's voice trembled, tears falling onto Huai Mie's face. She reached out to transfer her inner energy, but feared it would worsen her injuries, and she trembled with anxiety.

Huai Kong squatted down beside him, one hand on Huai Mie's pulse, his face ashen—he was still breathing, but very weakly.

If it had been any later, it might have been too late to save them.

"then."

A whooshing sound came from the air.

Bai Ling subconsciously reached out and caught it. Opening her palm, she saw a perfectly round pill with a faint fragrance lying quietly in her hand. The pill's patterns flowed around it, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary item.

"Give it to him, he won't die."

Duan Shen's voice came from afar, as casually as if he had tossed a piece of candy.

Bai Ling looked at the pill in her hand, biting her lip in hesitation—

This teenager just beat someone up like this, and then he turns around and gives them medicine?

Who knows if it's poison?

Duan Shen seemed to see through her thoughts, let out a cold laugh, and stood with his hands behind his back:

"Afraid it's poisoned? If I wanted to kill you, would I need to resort to poison?"

This may sound arrogant, but it is indeed the truth.

If Huai Mie hadn't held back, that punch would have been so powerful that he would already be a corpse.

Huai Kong took a deep breath and looked at Bai Ling:

"Junior sister, please let your elder brother eat this."

"He's right. With their strength, they don't need to use poison."

Without further hesitation, Bai Ling put the pill into Huai Mie's mouth and used her true energy to help him neutralize the medicinal effects.

After the pill entered his stomach, Huai Mie's pale face visibly regained its color within moments.

A soft crackling sound came from the collapsed sternum—the broken bones were healing.

Bai Ling's eyes widened—

What kind of elixir is so powerful?

Can broken bones be set?

"Cough cough..."

Huai Mie coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze passed over Bai Ling's shoulder and landed on the boy in the distance who had his arms crossed and looked bored. His eyes were filled with horror.

A teenager.

One punch.

Just one punch.

Bai Ling supported him, tears still on her face.

"Senior Brother, don't move, circulate your internal energy first..."

Huai Mie didn't speak. He pushed Bai Ling's hand away without saying a word, struggled to sit up cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to heal his injuries.

After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Although his face was still a little pale, he was fine.

The effects of that pill were simply miraculous.

The physical wounds healed, but the wounds in my heart did not.

Huai Mie stood up, his gaze wandering, the arrogance that once looked down on the world had completely vanished.

He was confident in his unparalleled talent and had never been defeated since his debut. He originally wanted to make a name for himself by making a comeback.

But this trip to Tianshan turned into a nightmare for him.

First, he was beaten by Xiong Ba with Tai Chi and had no chance to fight back.

Now he's been punched through by a teenager.

And after that brat beat him up, he said, "You're no good, you can't take a beating."

"What exactly is this Tianshan Mountain?"

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Huai Mie's heart.

This is no martial arts sect; it's clearly a celestial abode.

Anyone who walks out could crush him into dust.

"Big brother, we..."

Huai Kong hesitated, looking at Huai Mie's dejected appearance, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Let's go." Huai Mie's voice was hoarse, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"We'll figure out a way to borrow the sword later."

He turned to head down the mountain.

They were genuinely afraid—not afraid of being outmatched, but afraid that if they stayed any longer, they wouldn't even be able to save their lives.

Bai Ling bit her lip and gripped Huai Mie's hand tightly.

She didn't say anything, but the strength in her hand told Huai Mie: no matter what, she was with him.

Huai Kong remained silent, following behind the two.

"Wait a moment."

A voice came from behind.

The three turned around and saw Duan Wu stand up from the bluestone and walk towards them.

The coldness on his face had disappeared at some point, replaced by a rather polite smile.

"You've come all this way to find my father, you can't just go back empty-handed, can you?"

Huai Mie paused, but did not turn around.

I'm so miserable—if I don't leave, am I supposed to stay here and keep getting beaten up?

Duan Wu seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled:

"Don't rush off, let me go tell my dad."

Before he could finish speaking, and without waiting for the three to agree—

Duanwu's figure suddenly became ethereal.

"Whoosh!"

He seemed to merge into the void, without wind or shadow, and vanished into the world in an instant, leaving no trace of his presence.

"this……"

The pupils of Huai Mie and the other two shrank suddenly, and they turned pale with horror.

They had seen fast-paced martial arts and unpredictable movements, but they had never seen anything like this—a person simply disappearing right before their eyes.

It wasn't that it was so fast that it was invisible; it truly disappeared, as if it had been erased from the world.

Huai Kong's lips were trembling.

He remembered the young man in white in the tavern—that man had also disappeared while walking.

But at least that person "left".

This little rascal even skipped the step of "walking".

Standing to the side, Duan Shen looked at the three people's expressions of utter disbelief and curled his lip:

"Making a fuss over nothing."

"What's so special about my brother's skills?"

The three looked at each other, and none of them could say a word.

At the summit of the Heavenly Palace, the sea of ​​clouds surged, radiating golden light.

At the top of the magnificent palace, a fiery red figure sat suspended in mid-air, three feet off the ground, with his eyes slightly closed.

He was surrounded by visible energy of heaven and earth. With each breath, the surrounding clouds and mist rose and fell like tides, and between each exhale and exhale, there were faint sounds of wind and thunder.

This person is none other than Duan Lang, the leader of the Outer Heaven Sect.

A figure appeared out of nowhere beside him.

"father!"

Duanwu bowed deeply, breaking the silence between heaven and earth.