I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The waves are crashing against the shore!"

Qingyuan dared not hold back in the slightest and immediately roared as he launched his attack!

His steel folding fan flew wildly, and his powerful true energy transformed into dozens of white energy gusts like surging rivers, slashing towards Duan Lang with overwhelming momentum.

To secure the position of the leader of the largest waterway gang, this move is truly astonishing.

Duan Langman casually raised his right arm, and a burst of scorching, violent, fiery red true energy instantly exploded in his palm.

As if shooing away green-headed flies, he met the huge wave of energy that was rushing towards his face with a backhand slap that was heavy in the air!

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A violent, crimson palm wind shot out from his body!

Qingyuan's seemingly astonishing river energy was like remnant snow hitting a red-hot iron plate in front of Duanlang's domineering and scorching palm wind. In an instant, it was evaporated into a sky full of white mist amidst a series of chilling "hissing" sounds!

Before the white mist could dissipate, Duan Lang's figure had already pierced through the layers of mist and arrived in front of Qing Yuan without anyone knowing when.

A finger gently touched Qingyuan's chest.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, an extremely powerful surge of true energy flowed into Qingyuan's body through that finger.

Qingyuan's muscles trembled uncontrollably, and he was thrown five or six zhang away by the finger. His feet plowed two deep furrows in the stone slab before he could barely stand.

The steel folding fan in his hand cracked at the base of his thumb under the immense force, and flew out of his grasp.

Qingyuan looked down and saw a clear finger mark on his chest, but apart from the surging of his blood and qi, he was not physically injured.

With just this one finger, Duan Lang only needed to add three-tenths of his strength to take his life.

Qingyuan's legs trembled slightly. He took a deep breath to suppress his surging blood and qi, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Duan Lang and bowed solemnly.

"Alliance Leader Duan's martial arts are divine; I am far inferior to him! The Tianhe Gang is utterly convinced!"

The word "surrender" was uttered without the slightest reluctance; it was a genuine surrender from the depths of one's being overwhelmed by absolute strength and the true mercy shown to one's subordinates.

But some people always feel that their own methods can overcome this kind of head-on, brute force training.

"Amitabha--"

With a loud Buddhist chant, the Laughing Buddha of Xiling stood up with a large belly and slowly walked into the arena with a compassionate smile on his face.

"Sect Leader Duan, this humble monk greets you. I am unworthy, but I would like to ask the Sect Leader for some guidance—"

Before he could finish speaking, the kind and amiable chubby face of the Laughing Buddha suddenly twisted into a ferocious contortion, and his mouth opened wide!

"Hahahahahahaha—!!!"

A deafening, thunderous laugh erupted from his bottomless belly!

That wasn't laughter at all; it was clearly a terrifying sonic shockwave that had gathered all the power of a lifetime!

"The Great Roar of Joy!!"

Visible ring-shaped sound waves burst forth from the Laughing Buddha's mouth as if they were tangible, carrying a demonic killing intent that could directly shatter one's internal organs and disturb one's mind, sweeping towards Duan Lang like a mountain torrent and tsunami!

Wherever the sound waves passed, the thick bluestone slabs on the ground cracked and flew away inch by inch. Several rows of seats along the way, along with tables and chairs, were shattered and exploded. The banners hanging by various sects were torn apart as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into shredded cloth all over the sky!

The dozens of disciples closest to the incident immediately turned pale, covered their ears with their hands, screamed, and fell to the ground, blood gushing from between their fingers!

However, when this terrifying sonic wave, capable of shattering gold and splitting rocks, reached three feet in front of Duan Lang, it was as if it had hit an invisible, absolute air wall. With a loud "hum," it was actually shaken back along the same path!

"puff--!"

The Laughing Buddha was bounced back by his own life's work, the sound waves penetrating his internal organs. His face turned ashen, and his smile froze on his face.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, like a deflated sack, and collapsed to the ground, clutching his buzzing head, his composure as the Maitreya Buddha gone.

The Southern Barbarian Zhuge Liang was greatly alarmed upon seeing this. His eyes darted around, and he was just about to take advantage of the chaos to pull out a hidden weapon for a sneaky one-on-one challenge—

Duanlang flicked his fingers.

"Snapped!"

An extremely fine wisp of true energy shot out from nowhere, striking Zhuge's wrist with perfect accuracy before he could even raise it.

"ah!!"

Zhuge let out a scream as his wrist dislocated, and the hidden weapons concealed in his sleeve clattered to the ground.

Poison needles, smoking pipes, and corrosive powder packets were piled up all over my feet.

Zhuge covered his severed hand, his face deathly pale, and didn't dare utter a sound. He slunk back into the crowd in disgrace.

The entire room fell silent; no one dared to make a move.

"Amitabha."

Just then, a very clear and solemn Buddhist chant rang out.

At the seats of the monks and nuns' alliance, the divine monk Tian Suan, wearing a golden kasaya, slowly stood up.

He had a thin face and a dignified appearance, and his demeanor seemed to transcend the mundane world.

All eyes in the room immediately turned to that direction—

The leader of the Buddhist monks and nuns alliance has stepped forward, and he is a true eminent Buddhist monk!

The diviner monk walked into the center of the arena and clasped his hands together in prayer:

"My lord's martial arts are unparalleled; I, this humble monk, am far from being his match."

The entire audience was stunned. He'd back down right off the bat?

The divine monk abruptly changed the subject, his gaze becoming both extremely compassionate and sharp:

"However, the position of leader of the alliance is primarily based on benevolence and virtue."

"You possess the power to dominate the world, yet you have no compassion."

"If violence is used to control the martial world, then bloodshed and chaos will surely ensue!"

He pointed to the wounded and maimed on the ground, his voice suddenly rising, filled with righteous indignation:

"Such tyrannical acts are not the behavior of a true king! Though I am unworthy, even if I die today, I will still speak out for the sake of all living beings—"

"If you're not going to fight, then go back and chant sutras." Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking at a comical puppet.

"I hate those useless cowards who can't beat someone but still insist on complaining the most."

"This is a martial arts tournament, not a water and land ritual."

"Whoever has the strongest fist is right."

The Divine Monk of Heavenly Calculations' face flushed red, his finger pointing at Duan Lang trembled for a long time, and finally he exhaled a heavy breath and put his hands together in prayer:

"Donor... take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he turned around and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, strode back to his seat.

Not far away, Jin glanced at Long'er with amusement, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Tch... This is the position of leader of the Buddhist and Nuns Alliance that you risked your life to obtain?"

"Now it seems that these bald nuns, who are all full of benevolence and morality, are all hypocrites when it comes to the crucial moment."

Long'er remained silent for a moment, glancing with a complex expression in the direction the Heavenly Calculation Monk had retreated, before finally letting out a soft sigh:

"...You're right."

They spoke with such righteous indignation, yet in the end they still dared not fight.

"A bunch of cowards and spineless cowards! Bah!" A cold snort finally broke the silence.

The leader of the allied gang, Qian Zhen, waved his sleeve and stood up abruptly. His gaze swept coldly over the timid sect leaders, his lips curling into disdain.

"Since you're all spineless cowards, I'll gladly accept the position of alliance leader!"

He strode into the arena, hands behind his back, looking down directly at Duan Lang:

"Duan Lang, you've really got some skills along the way."

"He punched the Giant Saber Sect, slapped the Five Poisons Sect, and shattered the Cold Sword Sect with his sword, subduing several sects in succession."

"But in the end, you've only run into second- or third-rate characters!"

Qian Zhen stomped his foot heavily, and the stone slab beneath his feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb from the force of his true energy, the sound as loud as a bell.

"I, Qian Zhen, have dominated the martial arts world for forty years, and the Three Gangs and Seven Societies are all under my control!"

"Today I'll show you what a true master is!"

The gang members all stood up in unison, creating a very imposing scene, each clenching their fists to show their support for their leader.

"Our leader is mighty! His 'Subduing Dragon Overlord Fist' can shatter mountains and split rivers with a single punch!"

"Duan Lang only bullied a few weaklings. When he encounters a master like the gang leader, who has practiced pure Yang and fierce fist techniques for over forty years, he still has to kneel down and call him grandpa!"

"The gang leader is the real tough guy! Trying to outfight him is suicide!"

Meanwhile, the leaders of other sects around them were whispering among themselves, discussing the matter in small groups.

"Qian Zhen is, after all, the leader of the Three Gangs and Seven Societies, and his skill is unfathomable. In my opinion, even if he can't defeat Duan Lang, he should at least be able to withstand two or three moves, right?"

"That's true... Qian Zhen is not comparable to those few pretty faces. At least he can see through Duan Lang's true nature."

"Have you finished spouting all that nonsense?" Duan Lang finally spoke, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

Qian Zhen's eyes suddenly became bloodshot, and the veins on his temples throbbed like snakes!

"You brat!! When I was roaming the world, you were still nursing in your mother's womb! Today I'll show you what it means to be an old fox with a silver tongue!!"

His true energy surged like a tide, and his bones made a series of dense, cracking sounds like popping beans. He pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped more than three zhang into the air!

"Dragon Scale Shatters Mountains!!!"

Qian Zhen roared in mid-air, frantically pouring his pure Yang internal energy into his right fist.

The fist expanded rapidly in the air, enveloped in crimson-gold true energy, like a meteorite falling from the sky, carrying a terrifying aura that could crush everything, and slammed straight down on Duan Lang's crown!

With just the force of the punch arriving first, the stone slabs on the ground, centered on Duan Lang, within a radius of several dozen feet, shattered and flew in all directions!

Everyone present stared wide-eyed.

The momentum and destructive power of this punch far surpassed all the previous challengers. He truly deserves to be the top master who has firmly established himself as the leader of the Three Gangs and Seven Societies!

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Duan Lang's mouth.

He pushed off with both feet, and his whole body shot into the air like a crimson meteor, casually throwing out his right fist.

A visible crimson flame of true energy spontaneously ignited on his fist, carrying a howling wind as it shot straight upwards, directly confronting Qian Zhen's terrifying "meteorite" that had fallen from the sky!

The two fists collided violently in mid-air!

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, caused the entire summit of Mount Tai to tremble violently at that moment!

A visible shockwave erupted from the center of the collision between the two fists. The violent airflow was like a typhoon, instantly overturning all the tables and chairs within a radius of dozens of feet. Disciples who were nearby were blown several feet away like straw!

Amidst the swirling dust and debris, Qian Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints—

The force that traveled along the fist was something no human could possibly possess!

It was as if volcanic magma had been poured into his meridians!