I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"I said back then that this armor was far too ferocious; once it was unleashed, it would surely bring devastation to the world!"

Iron God's voice trembled—not from fear, but from anger.

He turned his head sharply and shouted:

"Kong'er! Let's go!"

"This armor is incredibly fierce; you can't withstand it! Run!"

"Master, your disciple will never live alone!"

Huai Kong's eyes were bloodshot. With a roar, he lunged forward, his left palm suddenly thrusting out—

Sinking Yuan and Breaking Through the Void!

The palm strike landed squarely on Tie Kuangtu's breastplate.

"clang!"

The sound was dull, like striking an iron mountain.

The force of the recoil caused his blood and qi to surge, his arms to go numb, and he staggered back several steps, his tiger's mouth splitting open on the spot.

Not a single mark was left on the breastplate.

Huai Kong looked down at his bloodied and mangled palms, then at the steel demon that didn't even have a white mark on its breastplate.

"Big brother, you should give it a try!"

Iron Madman laughed wildly, and the Heavenly Sin limbs behind him, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, instantly coiled towards Iron God.

Iron God raised both palms, unleashing the fiery energy of his Iron Refining Hands, transforming his palm energy into a vast net of fire, attempting to block the attacks of the arthropods—but those arthropods were completely unaffected by the high temperatures.

They were forged by divine sin and have undergone the most extreme tempering; high temperatures are like bathwater to them.

The limbs instantly tore through the fire net and lashed Iron God's shoulder hard.

"Bang!"

Iron God groaned, staggered backward, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Master!"

Huai Kong's eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth and charged forward again.

The master and apprentice joined forces, attacking Tie Kuangtu from the left and right.

Iron God used his Iron-Refining Hands to withstand the attacks of the arthropods, while Huai Kong used his Void-Piercing Yuan Hands to find an opening and launch a sneak attack from the side.

Each time Huai Kong's palm strike landed on his armor, it produced a dull "clang," making his arms go numb, but he refused to retreat no matter what.

Iron God caught a glimpse of his disobedient apprentice out of the corner of his eye, his brow furrowed—but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The nail surface looks smooth, but whenever a fist or palm touches it, countless fine, hair-like blades instantly rise up on the surface, rotating and cutting.

In addition, Tianzui's arthropods are ferocious and insidious, launching an attack like a raging storm.

After several rounds, both Tie Shen and Huai Kong were covered in wounds, their clothes stained with blood.

Huai Kong's palm was already a bloody mess—

Those blades were so thin that every time they touched the armor, they would cut countless tiny wounds, making the palms feel like they were being rubbed with sandpaper.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the master and apprentice were once again thrown back and crashed heavily to the ground.

Huai Kong was so shocked by the fall that he saw stars, his ears were ringing, and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.

He tried to get up by supporting himself on his elbows, but his arms were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold on and fell back down.

Iron God was not much better off; he was kneeling on one knee, his robes covered in blood and ash, not a clean spot to be found.

His right shoulder was struck by the Heavenly Sin's limbs, causing his right shoulder to sag and his right arm to hang heavily at his side, unable to be lifted.

"Hahaha! Big brother, did you see that?!"

Tie Kuangtu spread his arms wide, threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice filled with madness and arrogance—

"This is a true divine weapon! This is the strongest weapon in the world!"

"Before the Heavenly Tribulation, your Iron-Refining Hands are nothing but a joke!"

"What kind of unparalleled martial arts are these? They're all trash!"

His laughter grew wilder and wilder, and the Heavenly Sin's limbs flailing behind him like a peacock showing off its feathers.

"Big brother, do you know what the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life is?"

"They're just stopping me from forging this suit of armor!"

"You're afraid it will cause widespread death and destruction? You're corrupt!"

"The iron gate looks lifeless in your hands. You're stuck here on this wretched island, forging iron. What's the difference between you and a blacksmith?"

He walked towards the Iron God step by step, each step causing the ground to tremble.

"Only I, this old man, can lead the Iron Gate to glory!"

"Only a heavenly tribulation can reveal the name of the Iron Gate to the world!"

"You just stay underground and watch—see how I, this old man, use something you dare not forge to flatten this world!"

Overjoyed, Tie Kuangtu's laughter echoed throughout the cave.

At that very moment—the Iron God moved.

He struggled to his feet and, without hesitation, cut off one of the fingers on his right hand.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

The cave was quiet for a moment.

Even Tie Kuangtu's laughter faltered for a moment.

Huai Kong's eyes widened: "Master—"

Tie Shen grabbed Huai Kong's hand and shoved the still-bleeding severed finger into his palm.

The old man's hands were burning hot, and he gripped them so tightly that the bones in his chest ached.

The voice was hoarse and rapid.

"Kong'er! Take it with you!"

"This is my last hope for the iron gate! Take good care of it!"

Huai Kong looked down at the bloody severed finger in his hand.

He didn't know what that finger meant.

But he could see his master's eyes—those old eyes, imprisoned and clouded for many years, were now as clear as two lamps.

That was the look in the eyes of an old man who had placed all his hopes on him.

"Master..."

Huai Kong's voice shattered, and tears streamed down her face, landing on the severed finger.

"Let's go—!!"

Tie Shen let out a heart-wrenching roar, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he slammed his palm into Huai Kong's chest.

With a gentle force, Huai Kong's body rose into the air and flew straight towards the stone steps leading upwards in the distance.

"Master—!!"

As Huai Kong stood in mid-air, tears welled up in his eyes.

He took one last look in mid-air—

The master's figure was shrouded in the shadow of the Steel Demon God. The withered, scarred old man turned around to face the Heavenly Tribulation Armor, which stood between him and Iron Madman.

They stood in front of him like a wall.

Iron God's right arm is useless, he is missing a finger on his right hand, and there is not a single good piece of flesh on his body.

But he just stood there, not retreating an inch, his gaunt figure blocking the entire entrance to the cave.

"Trying to run?" Tie Kuangtu's face darkened.

"Five Beasts! Chase after them! Find them alive or dead!"

Upon hearing the order, the five beasts immediately sprang out and frantically chased after Huai Kong in the direction he had fled.

Iron God blocked the road—

He stopped the two, and slapped Iron Head and Iron Hand back with one palm each.

But the other three passed by him.

He didn't have enough strength left.

Huai Kong landed heavily on the stone steps, his knees aching from the impact, and a metallic taste filled his mouth.

He clenched his severed finger tightly—so tightly that his knuckles were trembling.

One last look into the depths of the cave.

I saw my master's back.

They saw Iron Head and Iron Hand lunge at their master again.

Then, gritting his teeth, he turned and ran away.

Tears blurred my vision.

He stumbled and fell several times, but each time he managed to get up and keep running thanks to an inexplicable obsession.

That obsession was simple—his master told him to live, so he had to live.

He traversed the dense forests of Ironheart Island, with the chilling roars of the three-headed, five-beast creatures—Iron Leg, Iron Nose, and Iron Howl—following closely behind.

No matter how he changed direction or accelerated, he couldn't shake him off—the iron-nosed nose seemed to have eyes, locking onto his scent.

Branches whipped his face, thorns scratched his calves, but he paid no heed.

He tucked the severed finger into his bosom, pressing it against his chest, as if afraid it would fall out.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the trees ahead began to thin out, and a salty sea breeze swept over us, accompanied by the roar of crashing waves.

Huai Kong suddenly stopped.

The pebbles rolled down underfoot, and only after a long time did a faint echo come out.

Ahead was a cliff, and behind were five beasts.

"Hehehe... Running away? Why did you stop running?"

A sinister laugh came from behind.

Huai Kong stood on the edge of the cliff, with loose stones falling down beneath his feet. The sea breeze rushed into his robes, chilling him to the bone.

He looked back—Iron Leg, Iron Nose, and Iron Shout were approaching in a fan shape, blocking all his escape routes.

Although Iron Leg's right leg was lame, his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Heavy breathing came from behind the metal protective gear on the iron nose, like a wild beast smelling the blood of its prey.

A crack appeared in the metal mask of the iron-clad figure, and the gaze peering through the crack was extremely cold.

All three were injured, but those injuries only made them more frenzied.

"Second Young Master, obediently come back with us." Iron Leg limped forward a step, a crooked smile on his face.

"Perhaps your master will spare your body."

Huai Kong clenched his fists tightly, the severed finger in his arms pressed against his chest, still warm from his master's body.

He glanced back at the cliff behind him.

Below were surging waves, dark and bottomless.

Just as Huai Kong was preparing for a desperate last stand—

"Who dares to touch him?"

A cold shout cut through the air like a knife.

The three beasts turned around at the same time—

Not far away, a burly figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The sunlight shone on his cold, stern face, and his eyes were colder than the seawater beneath the cliff.

"Big...Big Brother?!" Huai Kong's voice cracked.

Huai Mie didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed on the three beasts, his aura as steady as a mountain.

But Huai Kong noticed that his elder brother's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white—that wasn't calmness, but rather the suppression of his anger.

The three beasts were clearly wary of Huai Mie. They paused, exchanged glances, and none dared to make the first move.

Huai Mie, with his gaze passing over the three beasts, landed on Huai Kong and said in a deep voice:

"Jump down quickly, the boat is ready."

Looking down, Huai Kong saw a speedboat bobbing up and down in the waves.

A figure in white stood at the bow of the ship, waving anxiously upwards.

His eyes instantly reddened—his older brother and junior sister had arranged an escape route without him even realizing it.

They had been secretly preparing, just waiting for the worst to happen.

"Big brother! Let's go together!" Huai Kong shouted to Huai Mie from the edge of the cliff.

Huai Mie stared into Huai Kong's eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, jump!"

"But--"

"Master gave the item to you, not to me."

"If you die here, your master will have died in vain!"

Huai Kong's body stiffened as if he had been punched.

He looked down at the severed finger in his arms, then looked up at his older brother's face.

That face was cold and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

"Big brother...take care!"

Huai Kong gritted his teeth and leaped off the cliff.

The sea breeze whistled in his ears as his body plummeted downwards, his tears carried upwards by the wind.

Just then—

"Want to leave? Have you asked me first?"

A terrifying, suffocating pressure, like dark clouds looming overhead, rolled down from the depths of the dense forest.