I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Bai... Bai Ling?!" Huai Kong froze.

What is she doing here?

Why is she standing with Wu Er?

His dreams and reality overlapped, and he couldn't tell which was real and which was fake. His mind was a complete mess.

"whee!"

Bai Ling suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. Her laughter was clear and crisp like a bell, but it chilled Huai Kong to the bone.

She looked at Huai Kong, who was sprawled on the ground, her eyes filled with mockery:

"With such a pathetic appearance, you dare to say you admire me?"

"Look at this, isn't it ridiculous?"

The surrounding henchmen roared with laughter, their shrill voices piercing Huai Kong's eardrums like needles.

"Bai Ling..." Huai Kong's mind was buzzing, and his voice trembled.

"What...what do you mean? How did you become like this?"

"It's changed?"

Bai Ling's smile faded. She slowly walked up to Huai Kong, extended a finger to lift his chin, and looked down at him with utter contempt in her eyes.

"I haven't changed, you're just too weak."

"Huai Kong, you weakling, do you think you deserve to like me? You're overestimating yourself."

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Huai Kong felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, the pain making it hard to breathe.

"Whose fault is it that you've ended up like this?" Bai Ling took a step back, leaning towards Wu Er's side, and sneered.

"Being too soft-hearted and trusting too easily is your fatal flaw."

"Given your current situation, you can barely take care of yourself."

"You said you would avenge my brother, but did you do it?" A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.

"You've disappointed me so much."

"So, I no longer expect you to avenge Huai Mie."

"The person I am now relying on is none other than Wu Er."

"Wu... Er!" Huai Kong suddenly looked at Wu Er, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"That's right," Bai Ling said proudly.

"Wu Er's martial arts skills are inferior to yours, but he has a heart that dares to fight and compete."

"This heart is a hundred times stronger than yours."

"Heh!" Wu Er grinned maliciously, his eyes flashing with madness and greed.

"All the things I've done today are thanks to you!"

"Back then, you were the one who guided me in martial arts, letting me know what I was capable of, and helping me to change my ways and become a new person."

He spat out a mouthful of liquid:

"Bah! What a righteous and awe-inspiring statement! 'I hope you'll stop killing innocent people indiscriminately; I'm doing this for your own good!'"

Wu Er's face twisted in anger as he pointed at Huai Kong and roared:

"But what were you doing when I wanted to do something big?"

"One letter, and you're forcing me to give up my unique skill! Who do you think you are?!"

"Your kindness has become the biggest obstacle on my path to domination!"

"As long as your shadow looms over me, my ambition will never be realized!"

"I've figured it out. My only way to survive is to get rid of you!"

Looking at the unrecognizable face of his former friend, Huai Kong felt utterly heartbroken.

He didn't curse or yell; he simply asked:

"So you're only resorting to such underhanded tactics because you're not confident you can beat me?"

Wu Er paused for a moment, then laughed.

He laughed so calmly, so calmly that it was almost frightening.

"You're right." He tilted his head, as if deep in thought.

"I can't beat you in a fight."

"In terms of martial arts, you can beat me to a pulp, but so what?"

He held up one finger and wagged it: "I'm the one who will win in the end."

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly raised his hand—

Several silver needles shot out from the air and pierced into Huai Kong's major acupoints!

"Ugh—!!"

Huai Kong screamed in agony as several piercing pains shot up his spine and to the top of his head, as if every bone in his body was being crushed inch by inch.

Wu Er squatted down, patted Huai Kong's face, and looked pleased with himself.

"The priesthood ceremony will be held in seven days."

"I sealed all the energy points in your body with silver needles, and now you can hardly move even a finger."

He stood up, dusted off his hands, as if he had just finished a trivial task:

"Just stay here, you can't run away anyway."

After saying that, he turned and walked away, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and added:

"By the way, the soundproofing in this dungeon isn't very good, and there are rats at night. You'll have to make do with it."

Bai Ling followed behind him, stopping as she passed Huai Kong. She looked down at him and whispered:

"waste."

Huai Kong ignored her.

Bai Ling snorted coldly, stepped on Huai Kong's hand which was lying on the ground, ground it, and walked away without looking back.

"Boom!" The cell door slammed shut, cutting off the last ray of light.

Deathly silence; the boundless darkness was like a coffin, suffocating Huai Kong within.

"Am I... going to die?"

He has not avenged his great grievance, his sect has been disgraced, and now he is imprisoned and suffering endless humiliation.

"No!! I can't die!!" A voice screamed in Huai Kong's heart.

"My brother's revenge is still pending; how can I die a cowardly death in a place like this?!"

But reality is just that cruel.

The valves were sealed, and the excruciating pain coursing through his limbs constantly reminded him—

At this moment, he was like fish on a chopping board.

He suddenly remembered the first time he dragged Wu Er out of a pile of corpses a long time ago.

At that time, Wu Er was covered in blood and was as thin as a wild dog, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Teach me martial arts!" the boy shouted, sniffling. "I don't want to die! I want to live!"

Huai Kong laughed at the time, thinking that this kid had a ruthless streak.

Who could have imagined that the frail boy from back then would one day use the martial arts he taught himself to drive himself to this point?

I don't know how much time passed.

"Clang—!"

The iron gate was pushed open, and the dim firelight pierced the darkness, bringing with it two figures that Huai Kong hated to the core.

Wu Er, Bai Ling.

Wushou carried a black iron box in his hand, and with his signature sinister smile on his face, he slowly walked up to Huaikong.

"Hehe, it's a long night, and I was worried you'd be bored, so I brought you some 'little gadgets' to keep you entertained."

"No need, your face is scary enough."

Huai Kong spoke weakly, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, but his stubbornness remained undiminished.

Wu Er wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he laughed even more heartily.

"You're so stubborn. I like that about you. Let's see if you can still be so stubborn later."

With a flick of the finger, the tin box opened.

"Shhh..."

A series of chilling, shimmering sounds.

Huai Kong glanced at the firelight and his pupils suddenly contracted—

The iron box was teeming with dozens of bright red centipedes, each about half a foot long, wriggling and entwining, their mouthparts opening and closing, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.

"These red-headed centipedes, a rare species from the southern border, cost me quite a bit of money." Wu Er brought the iron box close to Huai Kong's face, so he could see them more clearly.

"It loves to eat the flesh and blood of living people, once it burrows into their bodies—well, how to describe it?"

He thought for a moment, then said seriously, "It's probably like the feeling of every pore on your body being on fire?"

Bai Ling added from the side, "Your description is too gentle."

"That's true." Wu Er shrugged. "Then let Huai Kong experience it for himself."

Before he finished speaking, with a flick of his wrist, the entire box of centipedes spilled onto Huai Kong!

Startled, the centipedes scattered and frantically burrowed into the collar and cuffs, biting the warm skin fiercely!

"Ugh—!!"

Huai Kong's eyes widened, veins bulged on his neck, and he let out a scream that was extremely shrill.

pain!

Indescribable pain!

It felt like a million red-hot needles were simultaneously piercing into flesh and bone marrow, gnawing at the internal organs!

"Hahahaha! Scream! Scream louder!" Wu Er watched Huai Kong writhe in agony on the ground, his face filled with a perverse pleasure.

"This is the consequence of offending me!!"

Bai Ling watched coldly from the sidelines, even yawning and covering her mouth with the back of her hand:

"That's enough, don't kill them. The living are more valuable than the dead."

"I know, I know." Wu Er waved his hand, as if he had been doused with cold water, and muttered.

"You're such a spoilsport."

Screams echoed through the dungeon.

Wu Er listened for a while, then suddenly felt bored. He took out a flask of wine from his pocket, uncorked it, took a swig, and looked down at Huai Kong rolling on the ground:

"You're such a skilled martial artist, yet you're so indecisive and hesitant in everything you do."

"If you had just killed me back then, none of this mess would be here today!"

Huai Kong was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, but her eyes were fixed on him fiercely.

"Still glaring?" Wu Er took another swig of wine.

"Alright, I'll spare your breath."

"After all, you didn't charge me any money when you taught me martial arts back then."

Bai Ling said coldly from the doorway, "You even know how to write 'conscience'?"

"I said I'd leave a breath, not a long one." Wu Er's lips twisted, and the softness on her face vanished instantly. "I'm leaving."

After an incense stick had burned, Huai Kong's voice became hoarse, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, barely alive.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the cell door.

"Go in!"

A harsh shout rang out, and a slender figure was shoved in, staggering and falling beside Huai Kong.

Huai Kong struggled to open his eyes and, through the blurry sweat, recognized the person who had appeared. A glimmer of light instantly ignited in his previously lifeless eyes.

"Luo...Luo Xian?!"

Luo Xian's hair was disheveled, her clothes were in disarray, and her face was streaked with tears.

"Brother Huai!" Luo Xian cried out in grief upon seeing Huai Kong's miserable state, rushing forward with tears streaming down her face.

"How...how did they do this to you..."

"Don't cry..."

Huai Kong wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but his fingers didn't move an inch.

He gave a wry smile.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying so miserably? It's bad luck."

"Ugh... You still have the mind to joke around..."

Luo Xian was both angry and heartbroken, wiping away tears as she searched her body.

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly pulled a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill, and with trembling hands stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat quickly, the antidote!"

"The antidote?" Huai Kong was taken aback. "Where did you get it?"

"What do you care where I got it from! Just eat it!" Luo Xian's eyes turned red with anger, and her voice cracked.

Seeing how anxious she was, almost fainting, Huai Kong didn't dare ask any more questions and obediently opened his mouth and swallowed.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a cool sensation traveled down the throat and throughout the body, gradually easing the excruciating pain.

Huai Kong let out a long breath and looked at Luo Xian, whose nose was red from crying, and a feeling of warmth welled up in his heart.

It's good that you're alright.

It's good that she's alright.

However, this warmth was instantly shattered by a cold voice.