I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"call--"

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The blue figure embedded in the mountain wall suddenly vanished—

It didn't fall, but transformed into a wisp of wind, instantly returning to the scene, facing the broken waves from afar.

Nie Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were torn in several places, and there were several scorch marks on his arms from the energy.

But his eyes were brighter than before.

The wind suddenly stopped.

A deathly silence fell over the world.

Then--

"boom!"

A monstrous surge of demonic energy erupted from Nie Feng's body!

The void trembled, and a colossal phantom of a demon god slowly emerged behind Nie Feng.

The phantom was a hundred feet tall, with a face exactly like Nie Feng's, bloodshot eyes, looking down on all living beings with endless indifference and a sense of destruction.

Where demonic energy permeated, the rocks on the ground quickly turned black, cracked, and crumbled into powder.

The air became thick and cold, making it difficult to breathe.

The heroes present felt their internal energy stagnate, making it extremely difficult to circulate, as if an invisible hand had gripped their dantian.

Many people collapsed to the ground on the spot, their faces ashen.

"What... what kind of skill is this?!" Di Shitian's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had lived for two thousand years and seen countless martial arts techniques, but he had never seen anything like this before—

It is not a specific martial art, but a higher level of power, existing between humans and demons, strange and domineering.

What made him even more uneasy was—

Under the gaze of this demonic phantom, he actually sensed a long-lost, almost instinctive, danger signal.

"Interesting..." He narrowed his eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth fading slightly.

"This Nie Feng is more troublesome than I expected."

Wuming looked at the phantom of the demon god behind Nie Feng with an extremely solemn expression.

He whispered something that only Bu Jingyun beside him could hear: "This is... the true power of the Demon Heart Technique."

Bu Jingyun didn't reply, but just stared intently at the scene, his fists clenched even tighter.

Looking at the terrifying phantom of the demon god behind Nie Feng, Bu Tian was so frightened that he took half a step back and subconsciously grabbed his father's clothes.

He had never seen anything like it before—

Uncle Feng is clearly a gentle person, so how come he has this kind of...?

It's like an aura that crawled out of hell?

"He's a demon! He's a demon!"

"Kill him quickly! Eliminate this scourge from the people!"

Corrupted by demonic energy, many martial artists lost their composure, their fear turning into anger, and they all pointed at Nie Feng and cursed him.

Duan Lang smiled when he saw this.

It wasn't a sneer, it was a genuine laugh of irony.

He turned to Nie Feng and said:

"Nie Feng, did you see that?"

He pointed to the crowd shouting and cursing:

"In your eyes, I am an ambitious villain."

"But in these people's eyes—you are the damned devil."

The person you risked your life to protect now wishes you were dead.

"This is the 'common people' you speak of."

Nie Feng listened calmly, neither angry nor offering any explanation.

Although the demonic phantom behind him was ferocious, his eyes remained clear and bright.

"Duan Lang," Nie Feng said calmly, his tone devoid of anger, only displaying a resolute calm, "admit defeat."

He paused for a moment.

"You cannot defeat me without using the Fire Kirin Sword."

The entire room fell silent.

Nie Feng was clearly blasted away by Duan Lang's attack just now, but now he's saying that the other party can't beat him?

Unless—Nie Feng did that attack intentionally.

He was using his body to test Duan Lang's trump card.

Duan Lang had obviously thought of this as well.

The smile on his face slowly faded, and he looked at the hundred-foot-tall phantom of the demon god behind Nie Feng, remaining silent for a few moments.

Then, he gave a cold laugh.

"To defeat you—why would I need the Fire Kirin Sword?"

With one hand behind his back and his right hand casually beckoning, his expression was extremely arrogant:

"Come here!"

boom--!

Nie Feng made a move.

Behind him, the towering phantom of a demon god roared to the sky, and the surging demonic energy instantly transformed into a sky full of black flames, sweeping over everything!

A raging inferno, blood-red, erupted around Duan Lang, rivaling the black flames.

Two extreme forces collided violently in the void!

Demonic energy and raging flames intertwined, instantly transforming the air into a purgatory of scorching heaven and boiling sea!

The speed of this round of exchanges far exceeded that of the previous one—

It was so fast that even Wuming and Bu Jingyun could only see the afterimages of black flames and crimson fire intertwined, and could not distinguish the two figures at all.

The eye of the storm is filled with murderous intent.

Nie Feng's right leg, wreathed in world-destroying black flames, swept across Duan Lang's head like a demonic dragon's tail!

Duan Lang remained unfazed, his left arm blocking the attack with unwavering composure.

"Bang!"

The energy exploded, and thunder roared in the void.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Duan Lang pressed forward, his right fist striking like a mountain collapsing, directly hitting Nie Feng's chest.

Nie Feng's body twisted and contorted strangely as he narrowly dodged the attack, then swung a backhand chop, accompanied by a fierce demonic wind, aimed at Duan Lang's throat.

Duan Lang changed his moves with incredible speed, turning his fist into a palm strike for a precise parry.

The two figures clashed, each collision causing a deafening roar, their violent true energy surging like a raging torrent, rampaging wildly in all directions.

"Boom!"

Under the residual force of the two men's energy, the solid rock walls of Mount Tai crumbled and collapsed like rotten wood and withered soil, with broken rocks flying through the air like a torrential downpour!

"ah--!"

Several martial arts practitioners who couldn't retreat in time screamed as they were swept up by the raging air currents and flew off the cliff like withered leaves, plunging into the abyss!

With a roar, Nie Feng's demonic phantom behind him merged with his own movements!

His right fist, wreathed in endless black flames, crashed down like Mount Tai!

Duan Lang snorted coldly and advanced instead of retreating!

With his right middle finger protruding and solid as refined iron, he struck precisely at the core of Nie Feng's most powerful punch!

"Ding!"

The clang of metal against metal, the terrifying force of the fist that could split mountains and shatter rocks, was actually dispersed by this one finger!

In the distance, Indra's brow twitched slightly, and the playfulness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of genuine interest:

"Fingers touching fists, using minimal force to deflect a great weight... This kid's understanding of force is quite interesting."

Before Nie Feng could change his move, Duan Lang's left leg had already kicked towards Nie Feng's dantian silently, like a scorpion's hook.

This kick was extremely cunning, striking precisely at the moment when Nie Feng's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated!

Nie Feng's pupils shrank sharply, and he retreated rapidly, his palms crossing to form a black wall of energy to defend himself!

Duan Lang's lips curled into a cold smile, and he changed his kick into a stomp!

His feet were wreathed in crimson flames as he stomped heavily on the wall of energy!

"Snap!"

The air barrier shattered instantly!

Duan Lang's momentum had not yet subsided when he kicked Nie Feng straight in the chest!

With no way to avoid it, Nie Feng crossed his arms and took the hit head-on!

"boom!"

Nie Feng retreated more than ten feet like a kite with a broken string, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground!

The sleeves of both arms were torn to shreds, and faint black burn marks were visible on the exposed forearms.

Long'er stared intently at the figure of Duan Lang in mid-air, her pupils shrinking slightly.

He had previously observed that Duan Lang used swordsmanship when dealing with other masters, and assumed that this person's foundation was in swordsmanship.

In his battle with Nie Feng, Duan Lang did not use swordsmanship at all, but instead used fists, legs, palms, and fingers!

Proficient in everything, and unparalleled in everything.

This man's martial arts skills have no weaknesses whatsoever.

"Kendo is already so terrifying, but I never imagined that hand-to-hand combat could be this strong..." Long'er muttered to herself, her palms already sweating.

"How exactly can I beat someone like this?"

"Let's fight again!"

Nie Feng roared to the sky, his roar piercing through the clouds and splitting rocks, soaring straight to the heavens!

The demonic energy around him was more than ten times stronger than before, as deep and turbulent as a deep abyss, with a terrifying murderous aura!

The winds and clouds changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Nie Feng pushed his demonic powers to their ultimate level—

The supreme demonic energy within his body, already fused with mad blood, erupted completely!

The surging demonic energy condensed in the void and took shape, transforming into a sky full of black sword energy!

The blade energy was dense and numerous, numbering in the millions.

It blotted out the sky and was suffocating!

Each blade of energy contained the demonic intent of the myriad realms, exuding a terrifying aura that could annihilate all living beings and obliterate eternity.

With a flick of his arms, Nie Feng unleashed a torrent of black blades, like a bursting dam, that poured down upon Duan Lang with earth-shattering power!

Where the blade's energy passed, the void was torn apart, emitting a mournful ghostly howl!

Facing the overwhelming torrent of sword energy, Duan Lang's expression was arrogant, his long hair danced wildly, and his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Nie Feng! You use demonic energy to create a blade, I'll condense fire into a sword! Let's see whether your demonic blade is sharper, or my fiery sword is more domineering!"

Duan Lang's body erupted with crimson true essence, making him resemble a blazing sun!

With his hands clenched in a fist, the fiery energy instantly condensed, transforming into countless crimson swords that floated in the air!

The fire sword is formed from the purest true fire, as red as blood, and radiates a terrifying heat wave that can scorch the sky and boil the sea!

With a wave of his sleeve, Duan Lang unleashed countless fiery swords like a meteor shower, slicing through the sky and hurtling towards the barrage of demonic blades!

Rumble—!

Two earth-shattering torrents collided violently in the void!

The black demonic blade and the crimson fire sword clashed fiercely, like needles clashing against wheat!

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, like ten thousand thunderbolts roaring together!

Demonic energy and raging flames devoured and annihilated each other in the air, the air waves surged like raging waves, and the heavens and earth trembled!

The summit of Mount Tai has been transformed into a living hell.

The shattered blade and sword energy scattered and flew everywhere, cutting the hard mountain rocks to pieces, cracking the earth, sending rocks flying, and filling the sky with dust!

Although the heroes in the distance had retreated again and again, they were still scattered by the overflowing energy.

Even a wisp of shattered blade energy from a clash of this level is enough to kill a grandmaster!

"Hurry! Hurry! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!!" A disciple ran desperately down the mountain, cursing as he went.

"I've never seen a fight like this in my entire life!! The sky is filled with knives!! The sky is filled with swords!! Is this even a human being can pull off?!"

Qingyuan no longer wanted to speak.

He and his disciples crouched behind a huge rock, their faces filled with disbelief—

From this moment on, his understanding of the word "strong" was completely overturned.

The emperor stared at the demonic blades and fire swords flying everywhere, his lips trembling and his hands shaking uncontrollably.

He had been emperor for decades, commanding vast armies, but now, faced with these two myths, he clearly realized—

Even if you brought up an entire army of 100,000, it probably wouldn't be enough for these two to boast about.