I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

In the wind and snow, the two of them had only each other in their eyes.

"Heavenly Soul Extreme!"

Huai Mie looked up at the sky and roared, then shook his arms violently.

In an instant, a cold wind howled, and the world changed color.

A surge of extremely yin and cold ghostly energy erupted from his palm—

Transforming into countless hideous ghostly shadows, carrying an extreme cold power capable of freezing souls, they swept towards Huai Kong, overwhelming everything in their path!

Huai Kong's expression darkened, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

Within the dantian, the furnace reverses its rotation!

boom--!

Flames soared into the sky, and heat waves engulfed the heavens.

An extremely domineering and scorching aura burst forth from his body, instantly evaporating the surrounding snow completely.

Red and blue—two extreme forces collided violently in the void.

A tragic tale of ice and fire, a clash between life and death.

At this moment, the barren hills transformed into a purgatory.

The ghostly aura surrounding Huai Mi surged wildly like a raging torrent, and behind him, the phantoms of countless wronged souls faintly appeared, their mournful roars echoing endlessly, chilling the soul.

A loud shout rang out—

Huai Mie's right palm, enveloped in a deep, dark blue death aura, moved with lightning speed, striking Huai Kong's chest directly!

This palm strike looked ordinary, without any fancy moves or unnecessary actions.

But the simpler the move, the more terrifying the power it contains.

The ultimate killing power is compressed into a single palm, leaving no room for evasion.

Huai Kong's expression changed drastically. He felt a bone-chilling cold instantly invade his entire body, as if his blood was about to freeze.

He took a deep breath, and the true essence in his dantian surged out like magma, instantly pouring into his arms!

"Absolute Wood Qi!"

Place your palms together, fingers spread wide.

My hands turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, from my fingertips all the way to my wrists, like two branding irons just pulled out of the furnace.

The surrounding air was distorted by the heat, and snowflakes that drifted within three feet of his palm evaporated into water vapor with a "plop".

Huai Kong neither dodged nor yielded, but met the attack head-on with his burning red palms!

"boom!"

The instant their palms met, a muffled, explosive sound rang out—

It was like two iron mountains colliding head-on, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

Centered on the two people, the frozen ground beneath their feet exploded in all directions, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web for dozens of feet.

The powerful energy surged forth, and the snow beneath their feet didn't melt—it evaporated directly into white vapor, revealing the dark, frozen soil beneath, covered in scorch marks.

Huai Mie felt a burning heat surge up his arm and straight to his heart.

A burning pain shot through my right palm. Looking down, I saw a charred mark on my palm!

Those are the marks left by the blacksmith's hands—whatever they touch, they burn.

But he was not surprised; on the contrary, he was delighted, and the madness in his eyes intensified.

He stared intently into Huai Kong's eyes, as if he were looking at a priceless treasure.

"Good! That's exciting! This is the kind of duel I've been wanting!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he suddenly transformed his palm into a claw, his five fingers like hooks, with blue energy swirling around their tips—

Ignoring Huai Kong's protective aura, he thrust his five fingers straight into Huai Kong's shoulder blade!

"laugh!"

Claws pierced flesh, and blood splattered.

Before the blood could fall from mid-air, it was frozen into vivid red ice beads by the extreme cold, which fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered.

Huai Kong let out a muffled groan, his face as pale as paper.

But he did not retreat, not even a single step.

The excruciating pain, however, stirred a surge of heroic spirit within him—

His eyes were wide open, his right arm was even redder, and his muscles bulged like rocks. He threw a heavy punch with the force of a tidal wave at Huai Mie's chest!

"Jin Yuan Jue!"

This punch was as fast as a meteor and as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Wherever the fist passed, the air hissed and crackled – the domineering high temperature that melted gold and iron was unstoppable!

"Bang!"

Huai Mie felt as if he had been struck by lightning in the chest. The Yin energy protecting his body violently vibrated, and he was blasted backward, with a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth!

But he somehow managed to twist his body mid-air—

He used his feet to step on the air to gain momentum, and like a persistent ailment, he instantly launched a counterattack!

The extreme cold energy of the Heavenly Soul within his body was pushed to its limit, and his entire being seemed to transform into a statue of eternal ice, exuding an aura of despair and death.

A series of rapid palm strikes!

The sky was filled with countless palm shadows, each palm carrying the power of death that could freeze everything, sealing off all of Huai Kong's escape routes!

There's no way to avoid being in a vulnerable position—so let's not try to avoid it.

He let out a long roar, and crimson heat gushed from every pore of his body, transforming him into a burning iron man, his power terrifying to the extreme.

"break!"

His fists, like hammers, met the barrage of palm strikes head-on!

The sound of fists and palms clashing was like a dense rain and thunder, continuous and unending!

Huai Mie slapped Huai Kong on the back—

The cold air penetrated his body, and Huai Kong felt as if all sensation in the left side of his body had been removed, and he couldn't even bend his fingers!

But he retaliated with a backhand elbow strike, slamming it hard into Huai Mie's ribs—

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking was crisp and piercing!

Huai Mie had at least two broken ribs, and the fractures emitted a burnt smell.

That's because the high temperature from the iron-making process charred the bones.

Huai Mie let out a muffled groan, his body swaying slightly—

But his feet were rooted to the spot like cast iron, refusing to retreat even in the face of death!

He grabbed Huai Kong's wrist with a backhand claw, and the cold air rushed in from the point of contact—Huai Kong's right hand began to frost over at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Huai Kong gritted his teeth, the flames in his dantian burning fiercely, managing to evaporate the frost on his arm—

A wisp of white steam rose from the wound, like hot iron being doused with cold water.

The two fought and clashed like madmen.

Every punch carried deadly force, and every palm strike left a large crater in the ground.

The frozen ground beneath their feet had been shattered, and the spot where the two stood had sunk about a foot deep.

Blood stained the hem of the clothes, some of which was steamed into white smoke by the high temperature, and some was frozen into red ice by the extreme cold.

Bai Ling, standing some distance away, covered her mouth with both hands, tears silently streaming down her face.

Each time a dull thud came from the impact of fists and palms, her body would jerk as if the fists were hitting her.

On the barren hill, only red and blue light and shadow could be seen colliding wildly.

With each impact, the earth beneath their feet trembled—as if mourning this brutal struggle between flesh and blood.

"boom!"

It was another earth-shattering collision.

The two figures suddenly separated, each flying backwards and carving two deep furrows in the snow before barely managing to regain their footing.

Huai Mie's feet sank deep into the snow, his chest heaving violently.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and stared intently at Huai Kong, who was equally disheveled in the distance—

The madness in his eyes subsided slightly.

Instead, there was a heartfelt admiration.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at an enemy; it was more like the pride of an older brother who had finally waited for his younger brother to grow up.

"Excellent! What a master blacksmith!"

Huai Mie looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness:

"Huai Kong, I never imagined you could master the Iron Refining Hand to this extent—to rival my Heavenly Soul Extreme! Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating!"

Seeing that both of them were injured, their blood staining the snow red, Bai Ling's eyes were already red with anxiety, and she cried out in a sob:

"Senior brothers, please stop! If this continues, someone will really die! We're all from the same sect, why do this to each other!"

"Womanly compassion! Step aside!"

Huai Mie let out a cold shout, without even turning his head, his gaze fixed on Huai Kong.

Huai Kong sighed softly to himself and shook his head slightly at Bai Ling:

"Bai Ling, step back."

"My brother's mind is made up—he will never stop until we've fought to our hearts' content."

After saying that, he swayed, his face was frighteningly pale, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely.

He suppressed his surging blood and said in a deep voice:

"Brother's Heavenly Soul is truly domineering. Huai Kong, I admire you."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Huai Mie's eyes widened, his fighting spirit reignited, and his ghostly aura surged once more, shooting straight into the sky like a plume of smoke.

"Warm-up is over. Now—it's time for life or death!"

"Huai Kong, take this attack with all your might!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all his true energy was burned away. The ghostly shadows behind him overlapped and condensed into a ferocious ghost king phantom, exuding a terrifying and earth-shattering aura!

Huai Kong's expression was solemn.

He knew this move was no small matter.

A glance out of the corner of my eye landed on Bai Ling in the distance—

She was crying so hard she couldn't speak. She squatted on the ground, hugging her shoulders tightly, shivering in the wind and snow.

Huai Kong's heart softened slightly.

But in the next instant, he suppressed that softness.

He looked at Huai Mie, and Huai Mie was looking at him too.

The two brothers' eyes met in the wind and snow—they said nothing, yet said everything.

This battle will not end until a victor emerges.

He took a deep breath and pushed his Iron Refining Hand to its peak—his entire body glowed red, like a blazing sun descending upon the world.

"Ten percent power—Heavenly Soul Extreme!"

"Full Power - Iron Hand!"

Rumble—!

The world seemed to have been cleaved in two by something.

The eerie blue aura and the crimson flames collided violently in the void—

In an instant, the light was so dazzling that one could not even open their eyes.

The violent energy swept out like a raging torrent, instantly turning the snow within a hundred feet into nothingness, cracking the frozen soil, and carving out countless deep, grotesque ravines in this frigid land.

"puff--!"

Two jets of blood spurted out simultaneously, their poignant beauty resembling two strokes of cinnabar splashed onto white snow.

The two people were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the ruins—their fate unknown.

a long time.

The dust settled, and the snow returned.

Huai Mie and Huai Kong both collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, their breaths so faint they were almost imperceptible.

His clothes were already torn to shreds, and there wasn't a single part of his body that was intact.

The two of them, clinging to their last breath, managed to sit up, cross their legs, and desperately tried to suppress the surging, rampant internal energy within their bodies.

"Huai Kong—!"

A piercing scream shattered the deathly silence.

Bai Ling stumbled and rushed into the arena.

Her eyes only saw Huai Kong—

Her gaze passed over Huai Mie and went straight to Huai Kong's side, tears streaming down her face like a broken string.

"Huaikong... how did you get so badly injured..."

She reached out to touch Huai Kong's wound, but her fingers trembled violently in mid-air, afraid to touch it—as if she was afraid that touching it would cause him more pain.

Finally, she simply wiped the blood from Huai Kong's mouth with her sleeve.

The movements were as careful as if they were polishing a piece of porcelain.

Huai Kong raised his hand and grasped her trembling wrist.

They didn't speak, they just held hands.

The warmth of her palm seeped through, and her fingers gradually stopped trembling.

Her eyes were filled with heartache and fear; it seemed as if she were the only person left in the world.