I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Who the hell dares to cause trouble here!"

A sharp shout came from behind.

A burly steward with a fierce face rushed over with more than a dozen guards, their sticks whistling loudly as they swung them.

He glanced at the mess on the ground, then at Kuang Sen's horribly ugly face, and his anger flared up instantly.

"Where did this madman come from, daring to cause trouble at Jin Guang Temple!"

"Beat them! Break their legs first, then drag them out to feed the dogs!"

Upon receiving the order, more than a dozen guards rushed forward in a swarm, carrying sticks.

Kuang Sen stood still, not even trying to dodge, just tilting his head to look at the group of people.

The anger in his eyes gradually rose, and the corners of his mouth slowly stretched into a chilling smile.

The next moment, the first baton slammed heavily onto his shoulder.

"Snap!"

It wasn't a bone that was broken.

It's a stick.

Kuang Sen grinned maliciously, his body remaining still, but with a sudden jerk of his arms, his violent internal energy exploded outwards.

"roll!"

With a loud shout, more than a dozen guards were sent flying like withered leaves swept up by a gale, crashing heavily against the walls and the gambling table.

Wood chips, broken porcelain, and copper coins flew everywhere.

The gamblers who were originally crowded around the gambling table were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

They ran, but their hands and feet were not slow at all. Some of the bolder ones even grabbed the scattered pieces of silver and copper coins on the ground and stuffed them haphazardly into their sleeves and pockets.

Some people even lost a shoe while running, but they still clutched the money they had just earned tightly in their arms.

The wine spilled all over the floor along the overturned table corner, and the broken silver and copper coins jingled underfoot. The smell of blood and incense mixed in, making people wince.

The cries of agony instantly merged into one.

The thugs who usually swaggered around were now all broken and convulsing on the ground, unable to even get up.

The manager's face turned ashen, his legs trembled violently, his trousers were quickly soaked with sweat, and he was so frightened that he collapsed on the spot.

But he quickly grasped at a straw and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Ring the bell! Quickly call everyone from the backyard!"

This gambling den in the side hall was an open business of Jin Guang Temple.

The temple's thriving incense offerings are a facade; the real secret is the daily influx of wealth. Everyone in the temple knows that this is the abbot's personal path to riches.

So, in addition to the guards, the temple also employs a group of gray-robed martial monks to keep watch here.

As soon as the screams subsided, the bells at the back of the side hall rang out loudly.

A dozen or so gray-robed monks rushed out of the corridor carrying staffs that reached their eyebrows. The burly monk at the front had a face full of scars and arms as thick as tree stumps. His Dharma name was Jie'e, and he practiced the Vajra Palm technique. He had been keeping an eye on the business in the side hall for Abbot Yin.

"Stop him!" Jie'e roared. "The abbot said that anyone who dares to cause trouble here will be sent straight to see Buddha!"

A group of martial monks arrived swiftly, their long staffs moving horizontally and vertically, sealing off the entrance in the blink of an eye. Their staff techniques were interconnected, already resembling the Arhat Staff Formation.

Kuang Sen didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to walk as if nothing had happened.

Jie'e, accompanied by two martial monks, charged forward first. One swept out from the left and the other from the right with his staff, while he himself struck Kuang Sen in the chest from the front with a palm strike.

The palm strike hit my face, and the force was not weak; it was clear that the person had several years of solid training.

Kuang Sen simply raised his arm and swung it outwards.

"Snap! Snap!"

The two sticks, which were level with the eyebrows, snapped into several pieces on the spot, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere.

The monks flanking them were thrown out, staff and all, their backs slamming heavily against the gambling table, shattering it with a crash.

Jie E's palm struck Kuang Sen squarely on the shoulder and back.

But the moment his palm touched it, his expression changed.

This palm strike didn't feel like it hit a person; it felt more like it hit a red-hot iron wall.

The palm strike couldn't penetrate at all, but the force of the rebound caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and his entire arm went numb.

Before Jie E could stop, Kuang Sen slapped him back.

"Bang!"

Jie'e flew sideways, spitting out blood, and crashed into the side hall door frame before landing heavily on the stone steps, unable to get up for a long time.

The remaining gray-robed monks turned pale, still holding their staffs, but their feet had already instinctively retreated.

One of the monks who was in charge of receiving guests turned around and ran to the backyard, obviously to inform Abbot Yin.

Liaoyin's ability to hold onto Jinguang Temple wasn't just about making money; his Prajna Palm technique was quite famous for miles around.

Kuang Sen glanced down at the crowd, his eyes full of disdain.

These good-for-nothings don't even deserve his attention.

He turned to leave.

Just then, a sharp gaze suddenly descended from above, as sharp as a sword, stinging his skin.

Kuang Sen suddenly looked up.

A young boy had appeared on the roof of the Mahavira Hall, with its upturned eaves and corners.

The young man, dressed in brocade robes, stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind.

A blood-red, sword-shaped birthmark between his eyebrows was particularly striking under the sunlight.

Despite his young age, he possessed a coldness and arrogance far beyond his years. Two symmetrical longswords hung side by side at his waist, the two swords that Long'er never parted with, which could be separated or combined.

This person is none other than Long'er, the reincarnation of the Sword Saint who challenges masters of the martial world everywhere.

The commotion at Jinguang Temple was so great that it alerted the people in the vicinity.

Long'er has been searching for someone to test his sword skills with these days, and he's worried about not finding a worthy opponent.

He first saw smoke and dust rising into the air from a distance, and then heard several explosions coming from inside the mountain gate. He immediately rushed over and, with a few leaps, climbed onto the eaves of the main hall.

Long'er looked down at Kuang Sen with a fixed gaze, her eyes showing obvious excitement.

"Finally, someone decent." He grinned. "Come on, let's have a fight."

Kuang Sen initially ignored him and turned to leave.

The names Huai Kong and Huai Mie were stuck in his mind; all he wanted now was to find them.

But the young man on the rooftop stood in front of them, his sword aura sharp and menacing, clearly a rare and formidable opponent.

Kuang Sen paused, slowly raised his head, and a fierce glint gradually appeared in his eyes.

Since they won't give way, just knock them down first.

Long'er clearly understood the meaning in his eyes. With a smirk, she swayed her feet and disappeared from the spot like a drop of water merging into a great river.

The next moment, a cold glint appeared.

Long'er's right-hand sword arrived first, its blade slashing straight at Kuang Sen's face, while her left-hand sword was hidden behind her, ready to deliver a second blow at any moment.

Kuang Sen didn't bother to examine the moves closely. Almost entirely on instinct, he leaned back and his right fist shot out like a cannonball, aiming straight for the most dangerous point of the incoming sword.

"clang!"

The force of the fist and the edge of the sword collided head-on, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal.

Long'er used the momentum in mid-air to twist and turn, as light as a swallow skimming the water, and landed gracefully.

Kuang Sen was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone floor.

He looked down at his fist, and a small smile crept across his face.

strong enough.

This kid who suddenly appeared is indeed much stronger than the person lying on the ground.

Kuang Sen suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

In the next instant, he burst forth, his right fist slamming out towards Long'er's vital chest.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves, possessing only extreme power and speed.

A strange light flashed in Long'er's eyes. She didn't retreat an inch. She raised her right longsword horizontally, and her left longsword slid into her palm as well.

Kuang Sen's punch was even more powerful than before, so fast it felt like a wall crashing down on him, creating a muffled explosion in the air.

At this point, Long'er finally dropped her previous relaxed demeanor.

With a slight movement, the two longswords crossed, and black and white sword energy instantly wrapped around their blades.

"The sword gives birth to Tai Chi!"

With her twin swords positioned one in front of the other, Long'er first established the central axis, then locked the sword core. In an instant, a harmonious sword aura spread out in front of her, like an invisible yet extremely resilient wall of energy, catching all of Kuang Sen's overwhelming fist force.

Kuang Sen felt as if his fist had smashed into an absurdly thick wad of cotton, all his strength was dissipated, and he felt a tightness in his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He roared and ripped outwards with both arms at the same time.

With a loud bang, he actually tore a hole in the circular air wall.

Long'er's eyes narrowed, her steps immediately shifted, and the sword stance in her hand changed accordingly.

"The Two Elements of Tai Chi!"

The two swords separated, one on the left and one on the right, and two sword energies, one yin and one yang, pressed down simultaneously.

The Yin energy, supple and enduring, tightly entangled Kuang Sen's arms.

The yang energy was fierce and sharp, aiming directly at the major acupoint on Kuang Sen's chest.

Kuang Sen didn't even try to dodge; instead, he tensed all his muscles, and his skin seemed to develop a layer of bronze-colored hardness, clearly indicating that he was going to take the hit head-on.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two crisp sounds rang out in succession.

The double sword force, powerful enough to pierce metal and stone, struck Kuang Sen, leaving only two shallow white marks, without even drawing blood.

A glint of light flashed in Long'er's eyes.

What a tough body.

By this time, the casualness on his face had faded considerably.

Kuang Sen seized the opportunity and rushed forward, delivering a vicious headbutt straight to Long Er's face.

Long'er frowned slightly, slipped, and retreated like a ghost, her two swords clashing incessantly, their sword energy hissing through the air.

"The world is divided in two!"

The sword wind is divided into two layers, inner and outer.

The inner layer protected itself, while the outer layer pressed down on Kuang Sen, effectively splitting the battle in two and forcing Kuang Sen to divert his attention to defend.

Kuang Sen's attack missed, fueling his anger. He swept his right arm, creating a gust of wind, and blasted a bronze incense burner weighing several hundred pounds away like a ball, sending it crashing straight into Long Er in mid-air.

Long'er lightly touched the edge of the incense burner with her toes, using the momentum to rise again.

The bronze incense burner sank under the weight of the stomp, whistling past his clothes before crashing into a pillar in the corridor behind him.

With a loud bang, half of the vermilion railing, along with the stone lamp base, shattered, sending incense ash, broken copper, and fragments of wood flying everywhere.

Long'er's movements were as fluid as water, her two swords pressing down one after the other in quick succession, the continuous sword light targeting vulnerable spots such as the eyes and throat.

Kuang Sen raised his arm to protect his face, bracing himself against the oncoming sword energy as he continued to press forward.

"collapse!"

The sword energy exploded between his arm and forehead, and blood splattered out immediately.

But this blood did not deter him; instead, it fueled his ferocity.

Kuang Sen grinned, his laughter filled with madness.

"happy!"

He hadn't encountered someone who could make him bleed in a long time.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stomped his feet hard.

With a loud bang, the bluestone slab shattered inch by inch.