I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Feng clutched his chest wound, his gaze fixed on the direction where the mysterious man in black had disappeared.

"Dragon-Subduing Divine Leg..." he murmured to himself, his mind replaying the dozens of earth-shattering rounds from just now.

This person's leg techniques were fierce and domineering. With wide, sweeping movements, it seemed as if the roar of a dragon accompanied each kick, and every kick carried a world-destroying power.

This leg technique is completely different from his light, graceful, and unpredictable Wind God Leg, yet it is equally powerful and terrifying!

"When did such a master of leg techniques appear in the martial arts world?" Nie Feng was filled with doubt, but at the same time, he was also filled with a strong desire to win. As the "God of Wind", he had never been convinced by anyone in the art of leg techniques. But today he had met an opponent who could rival him. How could he not be excited?

"Senior Brother." Nie Feng turned to Qin Shuang beside him and said in a deep voice, "Now that the Mud Bodhisattva has been found, the mission is complete. Take him back to the World Society to report."

"Junior Brother Feng, are you going to chase after that person?" Qin Shuang was incredibly clever and saw through Nie Feng's thoughts at a glance. She frowned slightly and said, "But you're injured..."

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Nie Feng waved his hand, his fighting spirit undiminished. "This person's martial arts are extremely high, and his origins are unknown. I won't feel at ease until I find out his background. Besides..."

He paused, a confident smile playing on his lips. "With my Wind God Leg technique, even if I can't win, no one can stop me from leaving."

Qin Shuang pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Once Nie Feng makes up his mind, nothing can change it.

Moreover, the appearance of that mysterious person is indeed strange. If we can find out his identity, it will be a good thing for the World Society.

"Alright, be careful." Qin Shuang said no more, turned to look at the Mud Bodhisattva and the little girl beside her, and said coldly, "Go, Mud Bodhisattva, my master is still waiting for you."

Mud Bodhisattva sighed, helplessly took his granddaughter's hand, and followed behind Qin Shuang.

"Feng..." Kong Ci walked at the back, looking back at Nie Feng every few steps, her eyes full of worry.

The scene of Nie Feng being wounded by an arrow was still vivid in her mind. Now she had to chase after the terrifying mysterious man. How could she be at ease?

"Kong Ci, don't worry, I'll be back soon." Nie Feng smiled gently at Kong Ci, giving her a reassuring look.

Kong Ci bit her lip, but ultimately said nothing. She just gave Nie Feng a deep look before turning around and quickly following Qin Shuang.

Watching Kong Ci and the others gradually disappear into the night, Nie Feng took a deep breath and suppressed the surging blood in his chest.

"Let me see who you really are!" Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he instantly transformed into a whirlwind, rushing towards the direction where the mysterious man in black had disappeared.

Following the faint aura, Nie Feng sped along and soon arrived at the bank of a wide river.

Upon arriving here, the aura suddenly ceased.

"Have we crossed the river?" Nie Feng frowned slightly, looking at the rolling river flowing eastward in front of him, pondering to himself.

Just as he was about to use his lightness skill to cross the river, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a small boat not far away.

The boat was anchored in the middle of the river, with flickering candlelight inside the cabin, standing out conspicuously against the dark surface of the river.

"How could there be a boat moored in the middle of the river in this desolate wilderness?" A sense of doubt arose in Nie Feng's mind. His intuition told him that there might be something strange about this boat.

"Could that person be on the boat?" Thinking of this, Nie Feng held his breath and concentrated, suppressing his aura, and like a leopard cat in the night, he silently approached the awning boat.

Ten feet...eight feet...five feet...

Just as Nie Feng was less than ten feet away from the ship, preparing to leap onto the deck to investigate—

boom!

A loud bang suddenly shattered the tranquility of the river.

The once peaceful cabin suddenly exploded, and amidst the flying wood chips, a figure burst out of the cabin like a cannonball, bringing with it a scorching wave of air, heading straight for Nie Feng!

"So fast!" Nie Feng was startled. Without thinking, he instinctively raised his leg to meet the attack.

"Wind God Leg!"

boom!

Their legs collided violently in mid-air.

A terrifying force came, and Nie Feng felt a sharp pain in his leg bone. He was so shocked that he was sent flying backward.

"A master of leg techniques?!" Nie Feng was shocked.

The night was dark, and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he felt that the person's figure was quite similar to the mysterious man in black from before.

"Could it be the same person?" Nie Feng was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but the opponent's attacks were relentless, giving him no time to think.

The figure pressed its advantage relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of kicks with each leg, each kick containing terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. Moreover, the technique was exquisite and unparalleled, even more domineering than the previous "Dragon Subduing Divine Kick"!

Despite his injuries, Nie Feng unleashed the full power of his Wind God Leg technique in an attempt to block the opponent's attack.

However, to his despair, no matter how he changed his tactics, his opponent seemed to have a premonition, always able to easily block his retreat and launch an even fiercer counterattack.

This is the crushing power of strength!

boom! boom! boom!

In just a few rounds, Nie Feng was already in grave danger.

"Pfft!" Finally, after taking a heavy kick from his opponent, Nie Feng could no longer suppress his injuries and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Get down!" the figure shouted coldly, kicking Nie Feng in the chest mid-air.

boom!

Nie Feng plummeted like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the deck of the awning boat, causing the entire vessel to shake violently.

"Cough cough..." Nie Feng clutched his chest, struggling to sit up on the deck and look up.

By the dim candlelight shining from inside the cabin, he finally saw the person who had defeated him.

It was a handsome young man dressed in plain clothes, who was currently suspended in mid-air, looking down at him with a playful smile on his lips.

On the other side of the deck stood a young man dressed in pure white, his hands behind his back, quietly watching everything.

Upon seeing these two familiar faces, Nie Feng's pupils dilated sharply, and the shock in his eyes instantly turned into boundless ecstasy.

"Wave!!" Nie Feng ignored his injuries and stared intently at the figure in the air, his eyes filled with unbelievable ecstasy.

"Is that really you, Lang?"

Six years!

It's been six years!

Since Duan Lang fled the World Society years ago, the two have been separated for six whole years!

Nie Feng never dreamed that they would meet again here in this way!

call--

Duan Lang swayed and landed steadily on the deck. Looking at the excited Nie Feng, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a wicked smile.

"Nie Feng, six years have passed, and your Wind God Legs... how come they haven't improved much?"

Although he spoke sarcastically, Duan Lang couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

In fact, he knew in his heart that it was not that Nie Feng was progressing slowly, but that he was now practicing the leg techniques of the Ten Strong Martial Arts!

This is a divine-level martial art; its power is far beyond what the Wind God Leg can compare to.

Moreover, he is now a master of the innate realm with profound internal strength. With Jiang Chen's guidance, if he can't even handle an injured Nie Feng, wouldn't his six years of training have been in vain?