I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Clang—"

The sword was drawn, and golden light filled the sky!

Huang Ying gripped the sword in one hand, golden light surging from his body, and an extremely domineering sword intent soared into the sky, directly approaching Wuming:

"You don't even have a sword in your hand, what are you going to use to catch my knife?!"

The nameless man stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the sea breeze, his expression serene.

"There is no need for weapons to deal with you."

These words were like a needle, piercing precisely at Huang Ying's pride.

"Um?"

Huang Ying's sword-like eyebrows shot up, and he laughed in extreme anger.

The veins on his hand gripping the knife bulged, and his knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist.

"Arrogant! My Jingji is the number one divine weapon of Japan, incomparably sharp."

"How are you going to catch my knife with your hands empty?"

Wuming smiled calmly, his gaze falling on a patch of reeds swaying in the wind on the shore.

The right palm makes a grasping motion in the air—

"Zheng—"

A clear and melodious sword cry suddenly resounded through the sky!

Several withered reeds on the shore were drawn by the energy and flew through the air, instantly gathering in his palm and condensing into a three-foot "grass sword".

Although it is made of grass and trees, when infused with true energy, it exudes a chilling sword intent, its sharpness no less than that of divine weapons.

"Grass, trees, bamboo, and rocks can all be used to make swords. Please!"

"good!"

Huang Ying shouted, his figure instantly leaping up. Before the afterimage had even dissipated, his true form had already pressed in front of Wuming.

A golden light suddenly appeared!

"Clang!"

With the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, Jingji slashed fiercely at the grass sword in Wuming's hand.

A deafening clang of metal clashing exploded, sparks flying everywhere!

The seemingly delicate grass sword was as hard as a rock in Wuming's hands, withstanding the domineering blow head-on.

Huang Ying's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was fully aware of the force of his own strike—even a superior weapon forged from fine steel might not be able to withstand Jing Ji's full-force slash.

But the straw woven thing in the other party's hand not only didn't break, it didn't even bend.

"That's interesting!"

Huang Ying lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure leaping back about ten feet. The instant he landed, he closed in again, his Jing Ji slashing out diagonally—

This strike took a different turn, the blade curving along the ground at an extremely tricky angle, aiming straight for the nameless man's waist and ribs.

Wuming seemed to have anticipated this, and instead of blocking, he withdrew his grass sword, slightly shifting his body so that the blade barely grazed the hem of his clothes.

With a flick of his sword, he gently pierced the spine of Jingji's blade.

Just a light touch.

Huang Ying felt a subtle yet powerful force travel along the blade, causing a numbness in his tiger's mouth and a slight tremor in his arm.

His heart skipped a beat—

This force, seemingly effortless, was actually extremely subtle, perfectly neutralizing seventy percent of the power of his strike!

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

Instead of getting angry, Huang Ying's eyes lit up.

He slumped off his horse, startled, and with a swift, decisive strike, followed by a sweeping horizontal slash—

The two cuts were executed flawlessly, flowing seamlessly together.

Instead of retreating, Wuming advanced, his grass sword twirling between his fingers, guiding and deflecting both blades of light into the void.

The powerful and heavy Jingji struck the air, only creating a white shockwave that shattered a few planks of the pier.

After three moves, Huang Ying's breathing became noticeably heavier, while Wuming's clothes didn't even have a single extra crease.

"What a nameless one..."

Huang Ying gritted his teeth, a crazy smile creeping onto his lips.

He finally realized that the depth of the person in front of him far exceeded his imagination.

"Again!"

With that loud shout, Huang Ying completely let loose.

The shockwave in his hand transformed into a shower of golden shadows, pouring down like a violent storm—

Each strike was powerful and heavy, each strike carrying the resolute determination to cut through everything.

The nameless man remained calm, his steps light and agile, wielding his grass sword with effortless skill.

"Ding—ding—ding—"

The sounds of swords clashing were like pearls falling onto a jade plate, rapid and frequent.

Their figures intertwined and darted about, moving as fast as shooting stars.

On the pier, only golden light and green shadows could be seen clashing fiercely, with sword energy and intent crisscrossing in the air, tearing through the void and emitting a piercing sound.

However, after dozens of moves, Huang Ying's breathing became heavier and heavier, but Wuming's clothes didn't even have a single crease.

Huang Ying suddenly took several steps back, Jing Ji held horizontally in front of his chest, panting heavily.

He stared at the nameless man opposite him, who wasn't even out of breath, and was horrified—

Every strike was delivered with full force, every move a deadly blow, yet this man effortlessly deflected them all?

What difference is there between my proud swordsmanship and a child wielding a wooden stick in front of him?

No... we can't keep fighting like this.

Ordinary sword techniques couldn't harm him in the slightest.

The next moment, Huang Ying's aura suddenly changed.

The previous rage and impatience completely subsided, replaced by a strange...chaos.

His eyes were sometimes hazy and sometimes sharp, his lips curled into a half-smile, and he exuded an aura that made people inexplicably irritable.

"Nameless, you are very strong," Huang Ying said in a low voice, his tone becoming eerie.

"So strong that I have no choice but to use my true Seven Styles of Sword Intent against you."

He held the sword upright in one hand, tip pointing upwards, and murmured:

"The human heart has both knowledge and emotion; when it has emotion, its heart is in turmoil."

On the silent blade, golden light began to flicker in a disordered rhythm, like the frequency of a heartbeat being pressed down and then released, released and then pressed down again.

"Seven Styles of Sword Intent, Severing Chaotic Emotions!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the air itself seemed to change.

Jing Ji slashed horizontally from the right, its golden light dazzling.

Nameless raised his sword to block, but just as the grass sword was about to touch the blade, Jingji's trajectory suddenly veered off course!

It was supposed to be a horizontal slash, but it turned into a downward slash halfway through, the blade drawing a strange arc, like a snake twisting, heading straight for Wuming's calf!

With a light touch of his toes, Wuming leaped up and narrowly avoided the attack.

But Huang Ying's second strike followed immediately—

This time it struck directly down from above, with great force and weight, and should have been a powerful and fierce attack.

But when Jingji was halfway through his strike, the golden light suddenly shattered, and the blade transformed into countless blade shadows, with dozens of golden beams simultaneously slashing in from all angles!

The afterimages of the blade appeared simultaneously in six directions: up, down, left, right, front, and back.

Each golden shadow looked like a real fatal blow, but which one was the real killing move?

This is the terrifying aspect of the "Love Slash"—

It's not your eyes that are disturbed, but your heart.

Use emotion to drive the knife, and use the knife to disrupt emotion.

As long as a person has emotions and desires, they will inevitably hesitate for a moment when faced with this blade.

Should we block the left or the right side?

Should we advance or retreat?

That moment of hesitation is the fatal flaw.

The flashing blades formed a net, enveloping the area of ​​about ten feet around the nameless man.

The wooden planks on the pier were shattered into pieces by the blade's energy, and the broken pieces of wood and waves swirled into the air together.

however--

Wuming closed his eyes.

Amidst the deadly trap shrouded in golden shadows, he actually closed his eyes!

The grass sword drooped slightly in his hand, and his aura suddenly became ethereal, as if he had merged into the sea breeze.

"Found it."

The nameless man whispered softly, his eyes still tightly closed.

The grass sword was suddenly raised—not fast, in fact, very slow, so slow that one could see the green light emanating from the blade as it sliced ​​through the air.

But this slow, deliberate sword strike pierced with unparalleled precision the only solid object among the dozens of golden shadows—Jing Ji's blade.

"clang--!"

With a deafening roar, the golden shadow shattered completely!

Huang Ying felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head from the sword intent emanating from the grass sword, and the chaotic aura that had been surrounding him instantly dissipated.

He was thrown back three steps, his hand split open, and blood dripped down the hilt of the knife.

"You—!" Huang Ying's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"How did you find my true blade amidst the chaos?!"

Wuming slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still calm as still water:

"Those who disrupt others do so by disrupting their own minds. But my mind is never disrupted."

"Although your sword intent can deceive the eyes and intuition, at the moment you strike, there is only one direction in which your killing intent is strongest."

"You can hear it more clearly when you close your eyes."

Huang Ying shuddered, muttering repeatedly, "Closing my eyes... I can hear it even more clearly..."

On the pier, wood chips flew everywhere and the railings were broken.

The sea breeze swept past, carrying bits of wood and spray.

"father……"

Bu Tian watched the battle intently, his brows furrowed into a knot.

His gaze was fixed on the two figures crossing paths in the arena. His small fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Suddenly, he spoke:

"Master's swordsmanship is indeed superb, but why... do I always feel that he's holding back?"

Bu Jingyun was slightly taken aback and glanced down at his son.

This child has traveled all over the country with me, and his eyes have become increasingly discerning.

"You noticed?"

Bu Jingyun said in a deep voice, his tone unusually tinged with approval.

Bu Tian nodded vigorously, pointed his little finger at the arena, and said urgently:

"Huang Ying's every strike is a deadly move, aimed directly at vital points."

"But Master's sword... it could have pierced Huang Ying's throat and heart several times, but at the last moment it deviated by three points, turning the stab into a slap."

"Master left room for maneuver in every sword strike, but Huang Ying didn't appreciate it at all! If this continues, it might be detrimental to Master!"

Bu Jingyun didn't speak, but simply placed his hand on Bu Tian's shoulder and gently patted it—a silent affirmation between father and son.

After a moment, he coldly said:

"Your master is too kind-hearted and unwilling to take lives. But Huang Ying is, after all, a peerless swordsman. If we continue to back down like this, I'm afraid..."

Before the words were even finished, the situation suddenly changed!

"Nameless! You've been stopping me from fighting back, are you trying to humiliate me?!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, Huang Ying roared in fury, frantically channeling his true energy into Jing Ji, causing the golden light to surge more than threefold—

"Take this move—Awe-Inspiring Might!"

boom!

A terrifying sword intent, arrogant and domineering, shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

Huang Ying gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and leaped into the air.

Man and sword seemed to merge into one, transforming into a dazzling golden rainbow tens of feet long, carrying a world-destroying power as it cleaved down towards Nameless!

The glint of the blade no longer held the previous madness or sorrow; all that remained was the purest, most domineering arrogance, as if it wanted to cleave the world in two!

There's no way to avoid it!

Wuming tilted his head slightly, looking at the blade's light that seemed to tear the sky apart. A hint of solemnity finally appeared in his calm eyes:

"What a domineering strike."