I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A cold glint flashed in the priest's eyes as he slowly cracked open a melon seed:

"These two excellent litmus tests have come to us, so we might as well take advantage of them."

"As long as the two of them can force Bu Jingyun to reveal his true strength and test the depth of his current abilities, we will have won this round."

The scholar didn't respond, but instead opened the thick, brick-like "Book of Searching for the Supernatural" in his arms, licked the tip of his wolf-hair brush, and objectively recorded the information revealed during their earlier exchange:

"Long'er: She has a sword-shaped birthmark on her eyebrow and is extremely warlike. Her sword strikes are cold and ruthless, and her footwork is unpredictable, suggesting she is a top-tier swordsmanship successor from a certain school."

"Kuang Sen: Wears a strange metal helmet and restraints. Has no fighting techniques, relies purely on his extremely warlike fighting instincts to fight head-on. His body is domineering and he seems to be unafraid of pain."

After writing, the scholar blew the ink dry, carefully pressed the account book against his chest, and tucked it back into his pocket.

"Both of these men are exceptionally vicious criminals."

"If we can truly uncover Bu Jingyun's current trump card, it will add a significant chapter to our intelligence in the 'Book of Searching Gods'."

The priest patted the residue off his hands, put them back into his wide, cloud-patterned sleeves, and said nothing more, gazing leisurely at the distant mountain peak.

At this moment, at the Shouxin Pavilion on the mountaintop.

The clouds hung low, the wind blew the bells, creating an atmosphere of utter oppression and gloom.

The air pressure at the top of the cliff was so heavy it felt like it could crush a person's bones.

Sitting in the pavilion was a grim reaper, with his signature messy curly hair and an extremely cold and hard outfit.

Even though the Grim Reaper hadn't moved an inch, the moisture in the air was forced to condense into a thick layer of frost on the stone table in front of him.

Don't cry, Death God, Bu Jingyun!

He sat on that cold bench for two hours straight, purely to wait for a persistent battle maniac—Huai Mie.

Sudden!!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Mad Forest was like a fighting machine born purely for destruction, smashing through rocks and becoming the first to crash onto the mountaintop!

"I heard you're the best fighter?! I'll smash your head open and become famous throughout the world today!"

With a roar, Kuang Sen's leg muscles exploded as he leaped into the air.

A pair of iron fists, powerful enough to smash through city gates and imbued with the power of external martial arts, unleashed a miniature hurricane, striking directly at Bu Jingyun's face!

The extremely cold frost covering the stone table surface, along with most of the hard tabletop, was instantly and mercilessly shredded into dust by the force of the punch!

Bu Jingyun half-opened his eyelids, his deep, lifeless eyes devoid of any ripples. His thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a single word without any emotion:

"roll."

He didn't even gather any strength in his right hand; he just casually slapped out a palm.

"Bang--!"

The terrifying palm force, like a flood bursting its banks, erupted instantly. The air was compressed to an extreme degree, creating a visible, transparent ripple that was accompanied by a muffled sonic boom!

Kuang Sen's proud and invulnerable external martial arts were as fragile as paper in the face of this Cloud-Dispelling Palm.

With several loud cracking sounds, the protective aura shattered on the spot!

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and before Kuang Sen could even touch Bu Jingyun's clothes, he was blasted backward at twice the speed by an irresistible force!

"Boom! Crack!"

After crashing into three ancient cypress trees as thick as buckets, Kuang Sen screamed and plummeted straight down the cliff amidst a spray of blood and wood chips, disappearing at lightning speed.

Bu Jingyun, however, remained as steady as Mount Tai, not even a single gap in the hem of his robe was disturbed.

Just then, Long'er rode the wind and rushed to the edge of the cliff.

He witnessed firsthand the awe-inspiring sight of Bu Jingyun shattering the external qi with a single hand.

His black sword emitted a frantic, uncontrollable roar, its intense fighting spirit resonating violently with the sword's energy.

"Absolutely amazing... This is a true powerhouse!" Long'er's eyes gleamed with a dark light, and her pride as a peerless genius swordsman trembled violently.

"A flawless and overwhelming victory! This is the kind of master who deserves to be my opponent!"

Just as Long'er could no longer suppress her fighting spirit and was about to charge forward.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps like the beating of drums, an extremely arrogant battle aura forcefully approached from below the mountain path. Even the cold wind howling from the cliff top seemed to be forcibly dispersed by this pure ferocity.

"Bu! Jing! Yun!"

A deep, hoarse roar, mixed with a desperate resolve, resounded like thunder on the lonely cliff at the mountaintop.

Huai Mie was dressed in a smart outfit, his body covered in mottled mud and ash left from his struggle against the cliff.

He was like a murderous weapon eager to drink blood; with each big step he took forward, the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on that pure black figure.

As for the arrogant young swordsman Long'er beside him, he completely ignored him, as if he were just a piece of withered grass or dead wood that could be seen anywhere else.

"You saved my life on Ironheart Island, I remember that kindness! But kindness is kindness, and martial arts are martial arts, today we must settle this!"

Huai Mie's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with an extreme fanaticism for the pinnacle of martial arts, and every word was almost brutally ground out from between his teeth.

"Even now, as I recover from my injury, every time I close my eyes, I frantically try to dismantle your Cloud-Dispelling Palm technique in my mind!"

"I've relentlessly pursued you all this way to prove I'm better than you; I'm going crazy waiting!"

Long'er was extremely arrogant and very unhappy about being ignored. She immediately spoke out coldly and haughtily:

"Don't you understand the concept of first come, first served? I set my sights on Bu Jingyun first!"

Huai Mie finally gave him a cold, indifferent glance, his eyes looking at him as if he were looking at an inanimate object:

"Get lost if you don't want to die."

"Such arrogance." Long'er snorted coldly, picked up the black sword, and flew to the highest rock nearby to observe coldly.

"If you can't even force him to use his full strength, I won't hesitate to take your prey away later."

Huai Mie ignored the mockery and stared intently at Bu Jingyun once more.

Bu Jingyun's gaze remained lifeless, as if he were looking at a moss-covered, lifeless stone.

"You are still too weak."

boom!

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

Huai Mie's pride crumbled on the spot!

The extremely violent true energy within his body exploded like an invisible giant hammer, sweeping away all the surrounding rubble and withered branches!

Even Long'er, who was far away, was forced to activate his sword intent to protect himself by this overwhelming wave of energy!

"Bu Jingyun! How long are you going to be so arrogant?!" Huai Mie's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together.

"I'm not here to listen to your empty boasts!"

Bu Jingyun stood like a desolate, lonely peak, letting the fierce winds, strong enough to tear apart withered trees, engulf him.

He didn't even show the slightest inclination to get up.

He simply raised his left hand slowly, his long, strong fingers showing distinct knuckles. In front of Huai Mie, he bent two fingers and raised three.

"Three moves."

"From now on, I will only use three moves, and only the Cloud-Dispelling Palm." Bu Jingyun announced the rules in an extremely calm tone, almost like stating a universal truth.

"If you can stand and withstand three moves... I take back what I said about you being weak."

Sa—

Even the howling, swirling winds from the surrounding cliffs were instantly severed by these extremely unrestrained words.

Huai Mie was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter in anger, the sound of which shook the trees.

"Three moves? And it's limited to using only the Cloud Dispelling Palm?"

"Bu Jingyun, do you even consider me a rival?!"

Bu Jingyun ignored him, and simply uttered three move names, each word landing solidly:

"Flowing water and drifting clouds".

"Wearing clouds and the moon".

"A calamity descends from the sky."

The moment the names of these three moves were uttered, Huai Mie's expression changed drastically.

They announced their attack before the battle even began, and even stipulated that they could only use the Cloud-Dispelling Palm!

That's not confidence.

That's called utter contempt—I'll show you what I can do, and you still can't stop me!

Long'er, watching from the distant rocks, clenched her fingers tightly into her palms, her eyes gleaming.

This level of fighting style... that's what a true powerhouse looks like!

"Good! Good! Good!" Huai Mie, his hair standing on end in anger, exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row.

"Bu Jingyun, since you're so arrogant, then use your Cloud-Dispelling Palm to receive my Hunyuan Seven Strike Technique, which I've cultivated for many years!"

"I'd like to see where your confidence really comes from!"

Outside Shouxin Pavilion, the wind has stopped and the clouds have settled.

A chilling atmosphere filled the world, with only two extremely powerful auras colliding silently, causing the surrounding leaves to flutter and turn to dust before they even hit the ground.

Huai Mie's hair danced wildly, his thick, dark true energy surging like a raging torrent, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

He had diligently trained in the Iron Heart Island martial arts for many years, all for this one battle—to personally defeat this so-called "martial arts legend"!

Bu Jingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his plain clothes billowing in the wind, his expression so indifferent it was appalling.

It was as if the top expert who had risked his life to chase him up the mountain was just an inconspicuous stone by the roadside.

"You're used to being arrogant!" Huai Mie laughed angrily.

"Bu Jingyun, today I'm going to tear down your mythical facade—take this!"

Before he finished speaking, Huai Mie's aura surged dramatically!

The massive, mountain-like primordial energy erupted from his body, sending rubble flying with the shockwave!

A blurry and ferocious phantom of qi suddenly materialized in the void behind him—a qi form that could only be activated when the Seven Killings of Primordial Chaos cultivation reached its deepest level!

Bu Jingyun's expression remained unchanged. He slightly raised his left palm, palm facing outward, and pushed it out with what appeared to be a slow but actually swift motion.

"Flowing water and drifting clouds." Before the words were even finished, the palm had already arrived.

This palm strike was fluid and effortless, showing no trace of killing intent, as gentle as a clear stream flowing over a riverbed—

The force penetrated from all sides, silently sealing off all escape routes—left, right, front, and back.

"A trivial skill!"

Huai Mie snorted coldly, not dodging at all—

His arms suddenly crossed, and his primordial energy surged like a turbulent sea, directly colliding with the soft palm force.

"The Seven Primal Strike Forces - Overturning the River!"

boom!

The two forces collided in mid-air, and the shockwaves exploded outwards like solid matter, sending rocks flying everywhere within a radius of dozens of feet!

Huai Mie felt that the palm strike was strangely gentle—

The force of the surging river was like a punch hitting cotton; most of the power was dissipated, and the remaining force was still twisting and turning in the meridians!

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet were cracking inch by inch, but he stubbornly held on without taking a single step back, his heart filled with horror:

The "Flowing Clouds and Floating Water" technique of the Cloud-Dispelling Palm has such a hidden meaning!

Long'er, who was staring intently from the rock, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth:

Transform hardness into softness, use force to deflect force...

The palm strike follows the simplest arc, yet the control of every inch of force is precise to the millimeter.

If I were to take the blow myself, I would most likely suffer a loss.

This isn't a technique; it's a state of being.