I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"grandfather!!"

Nie Qing immediately spotted Nie Renwang coughing up blood. Her face turned deathly pale, and she rushed over to hug her grandfather's arm, tears welling in her eyes.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Dugu Meng looked anxious and, without saying a word, helped Nie Renwang up, placed her palm against his back, and channeled her true energy into his body to stabilize his injuries.

"Cough cough... It's okay, I won't die."

Nie Renwang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked down at his granddaughter, and the fierce look in his eyes, which had been like that of a raging lion, instantly transformed into one of tender affection.

"Don't cry, Grandpa's tough."

As he spoke, he flung away the true energy that Dugu Meng had brought him, and stood up by supporting himself on his knees. He swayed but stubbornly refused to be helped.

Dugu Meng reluctantly withdrew her hand and whispered:

"Father, your injuries are quite serious, don't push yourself."

"What are you trying to prove? I was just taking a... strategic rest."

Nie Renwang was extremely stubborn; even though he could barely stand, he insisted on straightening his back.

Nie Qing wiped away her tears and looked up at her grandfather, suddenly blurting out:

"Grandpa, did you lose the game just now?"

Nie Renwang's face stiffened.

"...Grandpa didn't lose, Grandpa just didn't have a chance to win yet."

Nie Qing blinked her big eyes, looking both convinced and skeptical.

She then abruptly turned her head, pointed her small hand at Huang Ying not far away, and, tilting her head back, shouted at the top of her lungs at Nie Feng in mid-air:

"Dad!! This bad guy hit Grandpa! Hit him back! Don't let him get away with this!!"

Dugu Meng tugged at her daughter's hand:

"Stop fooling around, your dad is doing serious business."

Nie Feng hovered high in the sky, his clothes fluttering, standing in front of his wife, daughter, and father. He glanced down at Nie Qing, his gaze softening for a moment, before turning his gaze to Huang Ying on the ground and nodding slightly, a minimal response to the Japanese swordsman.

Huang Ying's tiger-like eyes burned fiercely as he stared intently at the person approaching from mid-air, his pupils reflecting an uncontrollable fighting spirit.

"Wind God Leg...riding the wind..." He enunciated each word clearly, his voice low and deep like muffled thunder.

"You are Nie Feng, the 'God of Wind'?"

Nie Feng stood with his hands behind his back, hovering in the air, his expression calm, his tone casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters:

"I dare not accept the title of 'God of the Wind,' it's just an empty name given to me by my fellow martial arts practitioners."

The person who said that the greatest swordsman in Japan could have his sword energy dissolved by a wisp of breeze is telling you that this is just an empty reputation.

Nie Feng's gaze fell on Huang Ying, he tilted his head slightly, and asked in a calm tone:

"And who are you?"

This question almost made Huang Ying laugh out loud.

He was the number one swordsman in Japan, and had been undefeated in the entire Japanese archipelago. This time, he crossed the sea to the Central Plains to meet the strongest legend in this land—but the other party didn't even know who he was.

Huang Ying took a deep breath, stood tall and proud, and spoke in a booming voice:

"Huang Ying, the number one swordsman in Japan."

He slapped Jingji on the back with his backhand, the blade humming in its sheath, exuding a murderous aura:

"From the day I took up this sword, no one on the islands of Japan has been able to withstand three moves from my blade."

"The reason I'm crossing the sea to enter the Central Plains is to let you know that the number one swordsman in the world is me, Huang Ying."

At this point, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Your father's bronze sword aura just now has already disappointed me quite a bit."

"I hope the 'God of Wind'... won't disappoint me further."

After listening, Nie Feng was not angry, and his expression didn't even change much; he simply nodded.

"So you're a guest who's come from afar."

The phrase "guests from afar" effortlessly transformed Huang Ying's aggressive declaration of war into a casual visit.

"Hmph!" Huang Ying's eyes lit up.

"I've long wanted to experience the skills of the legendary 'God of Wind' from the Central Plains martial arts world!"

He glanced at Nie Feng from head to toe, then his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Where is your Snow Drinking Blade? Draw it! My Silence of Terror does not slay the nameless, nor the unarmed!"

Nie Feng said calmly, "The Snow Drink has been shattered."

"It's broken?" Huang Ying was stunned for a moment, then his face filled with disappointment, and his voice rose several decibels.

"As a swordsman, you can't even protect your sword? What right do you have to fight me?!"

Upon hearing this, Nie Feng slowly raised his eyelids.

A pair of eyes, clear as water, yet unfathomable—

There seemed to be something extremely dangerous hidden deep within, whether it was demonic or divine, it was just that the moment you met those eyes, you instinctively wanted to back away.

"To deal with you," Nie Feng said calmly, "I don't need a knife."

On the street below, Nie Renwang was shocked when he heard these words.

He stared at his son in mid-air, a complex light flashing in his eyes—

There was pride, resentment, and an indescribable bitterness in it.

I've practiced for decades and still couldn't withstand the golden sword energy, and you, on the other hand, come in and say "I don't need a sword"...

Nie Renwang opened his mouth, but in the end he only let out a muffled groan and turned his head away.

Dugu Meng glanced at her father-in-law, said nothing, but her lips curved slightly.

Huang Ying was stunned for a full three breaths.

No knife needed?

He was arrogant throughout his life, regarding all heroes as worthless, and never took anyone seriously.

But he never expected that in a foreign land, he would encounter someone even more arrogant than himself—

It's not that I don't want to use a knife, but rather that I "don't need one."

What utter contempt!

What a humiliation!

An unprecedented surge of anger instantly broke through the dam of reason, and Huang Ying's resolute face twisted in anger.

"Baka!!!"

With a loud shout, the stone slab beneath his feet cracked and shattered from the force of the energy, scattering fragments everywhere.

On the street below, Nie Qing tugged at Dugu Meng's sleeve, asking with a puzzled look:

"Mother, what was that person shouting? Eight...what? Was it an insult?"

Dugu Meng covered her daughter's ears:

"Children shouldn't learn this."

Nie Renwang understood, and gritted his teeth, letting out a cold snort:

"Japanese barbarians."

As the greatest swordsman in Japan, he devoted his life to the sword and regarded it as his life.

Now, someone has actually told me to my face, "I don't need a knife to deal with you"—

Those words hurt more than a knife cutting into his body.

"Arrogant brat! Prepare to die!"

Although Huang Ying had not yet dispelled Jing Ji, the golden sword energy around him had already surged to its peak, with a dazzling golden light enveloping his entire body, as radiant as the midday sun.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and swung them out suddenly—

"boom--!"

A golden blade of energy, tens of feet long, roared out, like a golden dragon opening its mouth, rushing straight towards Nie Feng in mid-air with a world-destroying momentum!

Where the blade's energy passed, it plowed a deep trench, knee-deep, into the stone slabs of the street. The walls of the houses on both sides cracked and collapsed, and broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

Nie Feng hovered in the air, watching the sword energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, rush towards him, but his expression remained completely unchanged.

He merely lowered his gaze slightly, glancing at the street below—

There were still villagers who hadn't managed to escape, including his wife, daughter, and father.

"There are too many people here; it's not advisable to take action."

Nie Feng uttered a soft voice, his body not taking the blow head-on, but instead bending lightly like a willow catkin in the wind, gracefully brushing past the sharp edge of the golden blade energy.

The blade's energy whistled past his clothes without even touching a single hair.

In the next instant, Nie Feng's figure suddenly rose up, transforming into a streak of azure light, heading straight for the cliff outside the town.

"Trying to run?!" Huang Ying laughed angrily.

"No matter where you are, you won't escape today!"

He leaped into the air, his figure sweeping across the rooftops, and in a few bounds he traversed the entire long street at incredible speed; to ordinary people, he was nothing more than a fleeting golden afterimage.

However, compared to Nie Feng's ability to ride the wind, it ultimately falls short—

Nie Feng is like the wind, leaving no trace.

The Emperor's shadow is like an eagle, swift and fierce, yet it always needs to rely on external forces.

A streak of cyan light appeared in front, followed by a golden afterimage, before vanishing into the mountains outside the town in an instant.

On the long street, Dugu Meng looked in the direction where Nie Feng had disappeared, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her hands unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

She had absolute confidence in Nie Feng's strength, but Huang Ying's entire body was filled with sword intent—

To be honest, she felt a sharp pain even from a distance.

"The wind is alright."

Nie Renwang noticed his daughter-in-law's worry, and his tone became much more relaxed than before.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said gruffly,

"That brat's martial arts are even more outrageous than mine. A mere Japanese swordsman can't turn the world upside down."

Even so, his gaze remained fixed on the two receding streaks of light on the horizon, never wavering.

"Grandpa!" Nie Qing suddenly grabbed Nie Renwang's finger, looked up at him with her little face, and said very seriously.

"When Dad comes back after beating the bad guys, you must tell him that you didn't lose! You just didn't have a chance to win yet!"

Nie Renwang's lips twitched, and his old face was unusually embarrassed.

Dugu Meng finally couldn't help but laugh.

The two of them, one in front of the other, arrived at the cliff outside the town in just a few breaths.

Here, jagged rocks abound, shrouded in mist, and overlook a bottomless abyss—

A place far from populated areas is the perfect place to get started.

"Where do you think you're going!" The Empress arrived first, her killing move already unleashed while she was still in mid-air.

"Seven Styles of Sword Intent - Wrathful Question to the Heavens!!"

With a roar carrying the force of thunder, Huang Ying channeled all his rage into his sword intent—

Golden light gathered from all directions, transforming into a golden blade of light tens of feet long, carrying a furious rage that could scorch the heavens and boil the seas, and slashed down at Nie Feng's back!

Where the blade's energy passed, the rocks on the cliff face were sliced ​​open like tofu, falling piece by piece into the abyss.

The clouds overhead were split in two by the blade of light, revealing the crimson glow of the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon.

This single strike is enough to cleave mountains in two.

However, Nie Feng suddenly stopped at this moment, hovering above the sea of ​​clouds, and slowly turned around to face the overwhelming golden blade light head-on.

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

"Wind God Legs - Swift and Decisive!"

He unleashed a flurry of kicks with both legs, as fast as lightning!

A flurry of leg shadows erupted instantly, each kick containing terrifying force capable of shattering rock walls, directly clashing with the golden blade's aura!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded through the sky, causing rocks to tumble down from the surrounding mountains and clouds to surge.

The boulders on the cliff below were shattered by the sound waves, and dust filled half the mountain.

Then—a truly astonishing scene unfolded.

The golden sword energy, symbolizing the pinnacle of swordsmanship, shattered like glass inch by inch under the bombardment of Nie Feng's fleshy leg!