I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The nameless man stood atop a distant rock and let out a long sigh.

His gaze was fixed on the blue figure in mid-air, his eyes filled with both relief and worry:

"Feng'er... I never imagined that after more than ten years of arduous cultivation, you would have reached this level."

He paused for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the crimson flames opposite him, his voice slightly lowered:

"However... Duan Lang's aura is as deep as an abyss, and he probably hasn't used his full strength yet."

"The outcome of this battle is hard to predict."

Bu Jingyun stared intently at Nie Feng in mid-air, his usually cold and hard face filled with shock.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he muttered something under his breath:

"Junior Brother Feng... this power is astonishing even to me. You've become even stronger than you were back then, after more than a decade apart."

Bu Tian stood beside his father, craning his neck to look at the two figures in the sky, his mouth agape.

He had seen many masters spar, but he had never seen a duel of this level.

The mere sight of the two of them facing off in the sky was enough to make him feel suffocated—

Even more terrifying than my father!

Is this even human?

"Father...who will win?" Bu Tian couldn't help but ask.

Bu Jingyun did not answer.

It's not that he didn't want to answer, it's that he didn't know either.

Huang Ying gripped the Jingji Blade tightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fighting spirit and astonishment.

He had been defeated by Nie Feng in the past, a grudge he still held. Now, witnessing Nie Feng unleash his full power, the ashes in his heart burned even brighter.

It wasn't despair, it was excitement.

"Excellent! What a fine martial arts world in the Central Plains!" Huang Ying murmured.

"To witness such a peak showdown firsthand, this trip was truly worthwhile!"

Despite his reputation as a sword prodigy and his high aspirations, Long'er couldn't help but show a look of horror at this moment.

He sensed something extremely unsettling—the sword intent within his body was trembling slightly under the crushing pressure of Nie Feng and Duan Lang's auras.

It wasn't resonance, it was fear.

"Is this... the pinnacle of martial arts?"

Long'er muttered to herself, clenching her fists.

For the first time, he felt that his prized talent was ridiculously insignificant in the face of this level.

Jin Yi remained calm and indifferent, quietly watching the standoff in mid-air.

The onlookers gasped in astonishment, but he didn't even flinch—as if this earth-shattering scene was nothing more than a routine sparring match to him.

Meanwhile, in the crowd, Indra had a playful smile on his lips, as if he were watching two ants fight.

"Interesting," he thought to himself.

"This Nie Feng has given me quite a surprise. However... if it ends here, then that's all."

Two thousand years of experience gave him ample reason to think this way.

In mid-air.

The crimson flames and the gale clashed fiercely in the void, hissing and occasionally exploding into clusters of dazzling sparks.

Nie Feng made the first move.

Its form vanished suddenly—not by moving, but by transforming into the wind itself.

In the next instant, countless leg shadows rained down on Duan Lang from all directions like a storm!

The wind blades howled, and the powerful energy surged forth—

"The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds!"

"Well done!"

Duan Lang neither dodged nor avoided, a smile playing on his lips—and actually kicked out a leg in return!

This kick was also wrapped in a whistling force, but its trajectory was completely opposite to Nie Feng's, cutting right into the intersection of all the kicks in the swirling clouds!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, all the leg shadows shattered simultaneously!

Both of them trembled slightly, but neither of them took a step back.

Nie Feng's eyes narrowed, and he changed his move!

His figure suddenly became ethereal, vanishing in a flash like a ghost—

"Catching shadows and rumors!"

This move was all about extreme speed. In an instant, he circled behind Duan Lang and thrust his right leg straight at Duan Lang's back like a viper's tongue!

Duan Lang didn't even turn his head, delivering a back kick that was so precise it was outrageous!

Her heel met Nie Feng's toe perfectly, the force just right to deflect Nie Feng's attack aside.

"My god! He can even catch a sneak attack from behind?!" The Giant Blade Sect's Yi Dao squatted behind the rocks, dumbfounded.

Qian Zhen cursed, "Are these two even human? Compared to people of this level, I'm like a child playing house."

Nie Feng gave Duan Lang no chance to catch his breath, his body spinning rapidly, his legs transforming into a series of afterimages, pouring down from above like a torrential downpour—

"Torrential rain and strong winds!"

This move follows a continuous and relentless path, with leg shadows coming one after another, dense and impenetrable, specifically designed to break through the opponent's defense!

Duan Lang's legs spun and kicked out like windmills, each kick faster and more cunning than the last!

Each kick landed precisely in the gaps between Nie Feng's leg movements—

When Nie Feng kicks high, he sweeps low;

Nie Feng kicks to the left, and he intercepts to the right.

It wasn't a hard block, it was perfect restraint!

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The dense impacts exploded like popping beans!

The cyan wind blades and crimson leg strikes clashed wildly in the void, scattering shattered energy that left the cliff face below riddled with craters.

This scene sent chills down the spines of all the sect leaders present.

Qingyuan shook his head with a wry smile: "Nie Feng's leg strikes were so fierce, yet Duan Lang dismantled them all without even blinking... and he did it with his own legs!"

Bloodblade gripped the hilt tightly, his lips pale: "Duan Lang has no fixed style... He can counter whatever Nie Feng uses. We can never reach that level in our lifetime."

Nie Feng also noticed it—

Duan Lang kept attacking him with leg techniques, and each kick was exactly the best counter to his current move.

This is not a coincidence; it is because the other party has comprehended martial arts to a level where they can adapt to any situation and respond in any time!

But Nie Feng refused to believe it!

Suddenly, a change of tactics – "Strong Grass in the Wind"!

His body twisted strangely in mid-air, his whole body brushing past Duan Lang's attack trajectory, and his toe tip swiftly struck Duan Lang's brow!

This move is fast, accurate, ruthless, and unexpected!

Duan Lang tilted his head slightly, and his toe flew past Duan Lang's temple, shaving off a few stray hairs.

At the same time, he swept his right leg like a whip—aiming straight for Nie Feng's open waist and ribs!

Nie Feng ducked to avoid the attack, then delivered a powerful mid-air kick—

Duan Lang lifted one knee and took the hit head-on!

The force surged, and the two were simultaneously forced back several feet in mid-air.

Duan Lang steadied himself, his smile widening.

"Nie Feng, is that all you've got?"

After saying that, his momentum suddenly increased!

His right leg shot up like a battle axe, carrying a wave of heat as it slashed fiercely at Nie Feng!

Nie Feng crossed his arms to block—

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Nie Feng was sent flying backward dozens of feet by the terrifying force of the kick!

My arms went numb, my hands were split open, and I tumbled several times in the air before I could barely steady myself.

The emperor, whose face was swollen on one side, felt a chill in his heart upon seeing this scene—Duan Lang's strength had once again exceeded his expectations.

He was initially gloating, hoping that Nie Feng and Duan Lang would both be severely injured, but now it seems...

Nie Feng steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed no fear at all, but instead became even brighter.

"Well done... well done, Duan Lang."

He whispered something, and his aura suddenly changed—

The fierce wind no longer raged outwards, but instead rapidly inwards, gathered, and compressed!

The next moment—

Nie Feng's figure disappeared.

It wasn't the kind of fleeting, elusive speed that could be traced, but rather a wind that had completely vanished into nothingness, so fast that even its breath couldn't be sensed!

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Bang!"

A powerful leg strike suddenly erupted from the void, slamming into Duan Lang's protective inner energy!

Duan Lang's body trembled slightly, and he immediately swung his leg out with a backhand kick—but missed!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three attacks came simultaneously from different angles!

Duan Lang blocked continuously, but every counterattack missed its mark—Nie Feng's figure was impossible to catch!

Duan Lang snorted coldly, and his entire body transformed into a crimson afterimage as he shot out!

Two figures—no, two balls of light—one blue and one red, collided violently at an extremely terrifying speed in mid-air at the summit of Mount Tai!

"Bang bang bang bang bang——!!"

The explosions were so dense they seemed to be happening in one continuous burst that they echoed through the sky!

The cyan wind blades and crimson flames intertwined, exploded, and collided in mid-air, blooming into dazzling balls of light, like fireworks exploding all at once!

The crowd of heroes in the distance was completely dumbfounded.

"Where are they?! Where are they?! I can't see them at all!!"

"Those lights...that's them fighting?! That's incredibly fast!!"

Let alone ordinary disciples, even top experts like Yi Dao, Qing Yuan, and Qian Zhen could only barely catch a glimpse of the two afterimages as they passed by.

As for the specific moves exchanged, it was impossible to see them clearly.

Only a very few people, such as Wuming and Bu Jingyun, could vaguely see the dazzling attacks and defenses in mid-air.

Nie Feng transformed into an invisible wind, constantly launching surprise attacks from various tricky angles, while Duan Lang countered with leg-to-leg combat. The speed of the two had already exceeded the limits that the naked eye could track!

"BOOM—!!!"

Finally, a deafening roar, far louder than any of the previous collisions, exploded in mid-air!

The moment the two unparalleled forces collided, the entire Mount Tai shook violently!

The violent shockwave from the point of impact swept outwards like a torrent, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground below, quickly spreading hundreds of feet away!

Although the crowd of onlookers had already retreated hundreds of feet away, they were still shaken by the aftershocks and staggered, with many vomiting blood on the spot.

Several people were directly thrown over by the blast wave and rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before coming to a stop.

"They're insane!! These two are insane!!!"

"Mount Tai is collapsing!!! Run!!!"

Terrified screams rose and fell, but no one actually ran—

Because they were rooted to the spot by this duel, even if they wanted to run, their legs were too weak to move.

As the smoke cleared, everyone stared intently—

A figure in cyan was sent flying backward from mid-air and crashed heavily into the mountain wall hundreds of feet away!

Rocks tumbled down like rain, and a deep, human-shaped crater was carved into the entire cliff face.

It's Nie Feng!!

In contrast, Duan Lang remained suspended in the air, his clothes fluttering, not a single hair out of place.

High judgment.

"Amazing! Incredibly amazing!" the crowd exclaimed.

"The Alliance Leader is invincible!!" Someone shouted, and soon a chorus of flattery followed.

"The God of Wind is nothing special! Cutting off one of the Alliance Leader's legs would be enough!"

"The leader of the Duan Alliance possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, destined to reign supreme for eternity and unify the martial world!"

The fickle nature of these opportunists changes its tune faster than their kung fu skills.

But Wuming and Bu Jingyun exchanged a glance and saw the same judgment in each other's eyes—the two of them were still hiding their trump cards.

The real battle has not yet begun.