I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Very good." A cold smile curled at the corner of the emperor's lips. His gaze pierced through the noisy crowd, landing on Duan Lang, who stood on the high platform with a mocking expression. A deep killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

"Let them fight to the death until their true energy is exhausted."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice deep and resonant like an underwater current, exuding an unquestionable imperial majesty:

"Order 100,000 elite troops at the foot of the mountain to be on high alert."

"Once the leader of the martial arts alliance is decided, this group of outlaws will be exhausted."

"Our massive army is pressing in, striking straight at the heart of the enemy, and wiping them all out in one fell swoop!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" A hint of excitement flashed in Yue Xin's eyes.

The emperor's gaze was deep and unfathomable, as if he had already foreseen the ending:

"Especially Duan Lang—he must be captured alive."

"Once they enter the court's 'Ninefold Purgatory,' hmph, whether they're demons or immortals, they'll all have to spill their secrets to me!"

Yue Xin and Shi Dingtian exchanged a glance, then clasped their hands in unison, saying, "Your Majesty, we obey!"

The heroes were still arguing fiercely over the position of leader of the alliance.

Duan Lang leaned back on the dragon throne.

He picked at his ear out of boredom, too lazy to listen anymore.

He slowly rose to his feet, leaped lightly, and landed silently in the center of the square.

Standing with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, he surveyed the dense crowd around him, a slowly creeping, overwhelming contempt playing on his lips.

"Have you had enough? If you all want to sit in the position of alliance leader, then stop spouting nonsense."

His voice was languid, yet it exploded like thunder atop the entire summit of Mount Tai, exuding an arrogance that ran deep in his bones.

"Do you want to come one by one, or all at once? Even if you bring all your disciples and followers, I'll take them all. It's up to you."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then came an uncontrollable, overwhelming rage.

"You brat, don't be so arrogant!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The crowd was suddenly pushed aside, and a colossal figure, as imposing as a mountain, strode out.

Standing nearly three zhang tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, he was like a moving iron tower. He held a nine-ringed broadsword as wide as a door panel upside down in his hand, and the ground beneath his feet trembled with every step he took.

The leader of the Giant Blade Sect—"One Blade".

Behind him, the disciples of the Giant Blade Sect stood up in unison, each one more excited than the last.

"The sect leader has made his move! Duan Lang is doomed!"

"Our sect leader can split mountains and cleave rocks with a single strike. Back then, he cleaved a ten-zhang-high cliff outside the Great Wall with a single blow. If that were to happen, Duan Lang would definitely be shattered in two on the spot!"

"Exactly! The sect leader is definitely the most powerful person here! One strike from him, and even a god would fall!"

The disciples were boasting enthusiastically, practically ready to bring out the celebratory wine ahead of time.

Yi Dao took a deep breath, gripped the heavy nine-ringed blade with both hands, the blade slightly slumped, and his true energy surged, causing the pebbles beneath his feet to bounce up from the force of his energy.

Although he came from an external martial arts background, his ability to become the leader of the Giant Saber Sect was not due to brute force.

He lowered his stance, raised his giant sword high above his head, and a layer of visible gray-white sword energy condensed on the blade. With wind pressure capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, he slashed down at Duan Lang!

This strike was incredibly powerful, its wind howling and tearing the very air apart!

The ground tiles within a radius of several dozen feet were cracked by the pressure of the sword energy!

At the back of the crowd, Huang Ying crossed his arms, didn't even lift his eyelids, and calmly uttered four words:

"All show and no substance."

Duan Lang stood still, without even blinking.

He didn't even raise his hand to block; he simply used his shoulder to take the full force of the slash.

"clang--!"

A layer of crimson true energy suddenly surged from Duan Lang's body, as hot as magma.

When the grayish-white blade energy touched this layer of crimson true energy, it was like a snowflake falling into boiling water, hissing and melting rapidly.

A shockwave erupted from the point of impact, causing nearby sect disciples to stagger backward.

The massive iron sword, weighing several hundred kilograms, shattered inch by inch from the point of impact. The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sword exploded into a shower of iron filings!

The cheers of the Giant Blade Sect disciples came to an abrupt halt.

"Wh...what?!"

"The knife...the knife broke???"

"The sect leader's giant sword shattered?! That was refined steel through a hundredfold tempering!!"

Duan Lang dusted off non-existent dust from his shoulder, glancing indifferently at Yi Dao, who stood frozen in shock, only the hilt of his sword remaining in his hand.

"The knife's already broken, why are you still fighting?"

Yi Dao's face flushed red; his pride as the head of a sect made it impossible for him to back down.

He threw away the broken knife hilt, his fists surging with internal energy, and a layer of fierce, grayish-white qi even condensed on the surface of his fists—

This is the Iron Fist Technique, a closely guarded secret of the Giant Blade Sect, whose hardness is no less than that of a weapon!

"Even without a knife, my iron fists can still knock you down!"

With a roar, Yi Dao charged forward, his left fist leading the way with a "Mountain Crash" strike aimed straight at Duan Lang's chest. The fist's energy transformed into a gray pillar of light, whistling as it hurtled towards him!

Duan Lang raised his right fist and casually met the attack.

"Bang!"

Fists collided, and the knife instantly paralyzed the entire arm, splitting open the tiger's mouth and causing blood to flow freely.

Yi Dao's expression changed drastically.

He had practiced external martial arts for forty years, confident that his iron fists could shatter stone tablets, but the feeling of that punch just now didn't feel like hitting a person at all—

It was like punching a red-hot iron mountain!

What kind of monstrous physical body does this kid possess?!

But he gritted his teeth and refused to back down, his right fist following up with a powerful downward slam—"Earth-shattering!"

This punch isn't aimed at the person; it's aimed at the ground beneath Duan Lang's feet, using the shattered rocks and the force of the punch to break through his defenses from below!

The ground exploded open, scattering debris everywhere, and bursts of fist energy erupted from the cracks!

Duan Lang glanced down at the rubble at his feet and a smirk appeared on his lips.

With a single stomp, the cracks in the ground and the fist's energy were simultaneously crushed inch by inch by the force of his kick.

Yi Dao's pupils shrank suddenly, and his true energy poured out. Two fist energies converged in mid-air into a magnificent gray giant fist phantom, which slammed towards Duan Lang with all his life's power!

Duan Lang's punch was simple and straightforward, striking straight out.

"Boom—!"

The gray giant fist phantom exploded into shreds like paper in front of Duan Lang's fist.

The blow struck him as if by lightning, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his tall body swaying precariously.

Before he could recover from his shock and devastation, Duan Lang had already leaped into the air, like a demon god descending to earth.

He slowly raised his right foot and stomped down on Yi Dao's skull like a heavy hammer!

"boom--!"

The massive, towering body was driven vertically into the hard rock by this kick, as if nailed in!

The surrounding stone slabs were blasted away by the force of the energy, like ripples on water, until only a head covered in blood and dirt remained on the ground. Its eyes rolled back, and it fainted on the spot.

The disciples of the Giant Blade Sect were completely silent.

After a while, seven or eight of the bolder disciples scrambled onto the square, their buttocks sticking out as they surrounded the unconscious head.

"One! Two! Three! Pull!!"

Several people grabbed the sect leader's head and shoulders and pulled him out with all their might.

"It's too congested! Get two more people to help! Hurry! Otherwise, if the others start fighting, they might just stomp the sect leader flat!!"

A group of burly men pulled the knife out of the rock with all their might, like pulling up a radish, and then, with long faces, they slunk away.

The more boastful they were just now, the funnier they are now as they pull out the radish.

The fate of Yi Dao shocked many people, but greed is always stronger than fear.

"Hmph, you brute bull, all you know is brute force. How could you possibly understand the dangers of the martial world?"

A sinister voice drifted out from the corner.

Tang Sen, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, slowly stepped out of his seat, his body surrounded by swirling poisonous mist, toying with a colorful scorpion in his palm.

His face was sinister, and a chilling smirk played on his lips.

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect immediately perked up:

"The sect leader has made his move! This is going to be good!"

"The sect leader's true energy has long since merged with the Five Deadly Poisons; wherever his body is touched, death ensues! No matter how tough Duan Lang is, can he withstand the poison? One hit and he'll turn into pus!"

Tang Sen stood in the arena, not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he smiled sinisterly, adopting the air of a grandmaster.

"Duan Lang, your kung fu is indeed unparalleled."

"But I have already mastered the 'Bone-Corroding Ten Thousand Poisons Qi' technique to the point where I can transform poison into true qi."

"If you are struck by my palm, the deadly poison will travel along your meridians and directly corrode your internal organs!"

"If you kneel down and kowtow to admit defeat now, I might grant you a quick death..."

"Why do you talk more nonsense than that guy with the broken knife?" Duan Lang brushed the iron filings off his clothes, his eyes filled with extreme impatience.

"If you want to fight, then fight. If you keep babbling, I'll tear your mouth off first."

"Arrogant brat! You're asking for death!"

Tang Sen was furious. The originally floating, dark green poisonous mist around him instantly solidified, his true energy flowed wildly, and his hands were immediately enveloped by extremely concentrated dark green poisonous gas.

His figure flashed out like a ghostly snake, his palms striking out dozens of terrifying palm prints in an instant—

"The Ten Thousand Poisons Bone-Melting Palm!"

This is the ultimate technique of the Five Poisons Sect.

The palm strike was vicious and cruel; wherever it passed, even the air was corroded, emitting a piercing hissing sound!

Tang Sen was certain that a madman like Duan Lang would have to take the blow head-on, so he unleashed dozens of palm strikes like a vast, poisonous net, aiming straight for Duan Lang's vital points!

He could even foresee Duan Lang being struck by these countless poisonous palms, screaming as he turned into a pool of blood.

however--

Duan Lang did not dodge.

Not only did he not dodge, but Duan Lang didn't even release his protective true energy. He simply opened his chest and took the deadly palm prints that filled the sky!

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

A series of muffled thuds followed as Tang Sen's dozens of palm prints, each imbued with potent poison, slammed into Duan Lang's chest and vital points.

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect were overjoyed at the sight, their hands clapping until they were red:

"It's safe! If they dare to take the sect leader's dozens of blows of Ten Thousand Poison True Qi head-on, even a god like Duan Lang wouldn't be able to save them!"

"Thump."

The smile hadn't even spread across Tang Sen's face before it froze instantly.

The "Ten Thousand Poisons Bone-Melting True Qi," which he was so proud of and could melt even the finest steel, was bombarded into Duan Lang's body one after another, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple!

Tang Sen's face twitched, and his eyes widened uncontrollably.

Extreme fear instantly surged up his spine, his scalp tingled, and he let out a strange cry as he tried to pull back his palm and retreat explosively.

But it was too late.