I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Wu De's expression changed drastically.

It felt as if my ten fingers had struck an iron mountain, and then that iron mountain began to press down mercilessly on me!

The recoil nearly shattered his finger bones, and an extremely domineering force swept through his fingertips, relentlessly invading his meridians. In an instant—

His prized "iron tendons" were surprisingly soft as mud!

impossible!

His Iron Claw technique, honed over 137 years of painstaking practice, was crippled in a single move?!

"Click..."

Because of the extremely close proximity, the piercing sound of bones cracking could still be clearly heard in the strong wind.

Duan Lang's five fingers were like iron clamps, gripping Wu De's wrist tightly, and he casually pressed the wrist down.

That overwhelming force pressed down on Wu De, causing his knees to buckle and he was forced to kneel down in front of Duan Lang with a thud!

Duan Lang looked down at Wu De's trembling hand—

The knuckles, which were originally shiny black, had turned deathly pale and drooped like wet, soft paper.

"Is this all the power you've accumulated over a century?" Duan Lang asked, his eyelids half-open, his tone brimming with boredom.

"Instead of calling it 'Iron Claw,' it would be more appropriate to rename it 'Soft Chicken Claw.'"

"you!"

Wu De was filled with shame and rage, his eyes turning bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth, using the intense pain to unleash a burst of brute force, forcefully breaking free from the iron grip, leaping up and pouncing on Duan Lang like a mad tiger—

"Go to hell!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and several beams of dark purple light shot out, heading straight for Duan Lang's face!

This is his signature hidden weapon—the Purple Blood Thorn!

This thorn is highly poisonous; it will kill upon contact with blood.

Countless heroes of the martial arts world have fallen victim to this.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

However, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The purple blood thorn, powerful enough to pierce through protective true energy, struck Duan Lang's face, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

They were all flung away, leaving not even a white mark!

Wu De's pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with disbelief—was this even human?!

Xu Fu, standing to the side, appeared calm and collected, but a hint of seriousness flashed deep in his eyes.

Duan Lang had already refined the Fire Scales and cultivated a divine body, making him indestructible and immune to all poisons.

A mere concealed weapon is like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"A mere trick like this, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?"

Duan Lang snorted coldly, his murderous intent fully revealed.

His right hand, like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly broke through Wu De's defense. His five fingers, like hooks, dug deeply into Wu De's left shoulder, and then suddenly closed together.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

Wu De's left shoulder bones were completely shattered, and his flesh was a bloody mess.

Before the scream could even land, Duan Lang swung his leg and delivered a powerful whip kick, slamming it heavily into Wu De's chest.

"Bang!"

Wu De was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a messy arc before crashing heavily at Xu Fu's feet, raising a cloud of dust.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out, mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Wu De struggled to get up, but his bones felt like they were falling apart, and he was in excruciating pain.

He could only collapse to the ground, staring in terror at the figure on the cliff edge that resembled a god or demon.

He had never lost so badly in his life.

One hundred and thirty-seven years of cultivation seemed like a joke in front of this young man.

Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

He appeared calm on the surface, but was secretly on guard—this old fox was bound to protect his own and make a move.

Unexpectedly, Xu Fu glanced down at Wu De, who lay at his feet like a dead dog, and instead of getting angry, he showed a hint of pity.

"You wicked disciple." With a soft sigh, Xu Fu pressed down with one hand.

"boom!"

The earth suddenly trembled.

An invisible, immense force crashed down from Xu Fu, causing the rock beneath his feet to collapse and create a large crater.

Wu De let out a miserable howl as his body was crushed into the rock, unable to move, as if he were being swallowed by the earth.

"Master?!!"

Wu De was utterly horrified, his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief.

Xu Fu, expressionless, slowly spoke:

"When I took you as my disciple, I granted you a lifespan of a hundred years."

"Do you still remember what you promised me?"

Wu De trembled violently, his face ashen.

"Disciple...disciple remembers! In this lifetime...I will never again use purple blood to hurt anyone..."

"Knowing full well that you're committing this crime, what use are you to me?"

Xu Fu's voice was calm, but the undeniable pressure he exuded was even more terrifying than the aura of the alliance leader that Duan Lang had just released.

"Master, spare me! I'll never dare to do it again! Master—"

The pleas for mercy abruptly stopped.

Xu Fu then formed his five fingers into claws and swiftly grabbed something from mid-air.

A wisp of life essence, visible to the naked eye, drifted out from the top of Wu De Tian's head and instantly disappeared into Xu Fu's palm.

In an instant, a horrifying scene unfolded.

Wu De, who was originally as strong as an ox and looked to be only in his forties, saw his skin and flesh shrivel and collapse at a visible rate.

His once black hair turned pale and withered in the blink of an eye, turning to ashes in the wind.

In just a few breaths, he transformed into a withered old man, skin and bones, on the verge of death.

He lay limp in the pit, only able to exhale, unable to breathe in.

Upon seeing this, Duan Lang's pupils shrank sharply, and a look of "horror" appeared on his face as he gasped.

But he was actually genuinely shaken—

This technique of "stolen lifespan" is indeed beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

But that's all. It may tremble, but it's probably impossible.

Xu Fu caught a glimpse of Duan Lang's expression out of the corner of his eye, and felt greatly relieved.

I brought this hot-tempered apprentice here for this very moment.

Make an example of someone to warn others!

This heaven-defying method was used to intimidate the arrogant young leader, making him realize that the power of immortality was not a myth—and make him obediently join the dragon-slaying game.

His face showed a look of utter grief, and he looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face.

"Initially, I granted this wicked disciple a hundred years of lifespan, hoping to influence him, encourage him to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, and bring blessings to the world."

"Alas... people's hearts are treacherous and ultimately cannot be reformed."

Xu Fu shook his head, his expression desolate:

"Although I have lived a life of profound understanding and witnessed the vicissitudes of life, I still cannot see through the human heart."

Duan Lang watched coldly from the sidelines, secretly scoffing in his heart.

Keep acting!

That old fox is truly wasting his talent by not going to perform in operas.

This tactic of making an example of someone to scare others, combining kindness and severity, would have easily fooled anyone else present, leaving them completely disoriented and bowing down in submission.

Unfortunately, he encountered Duan Lang.

Duan Lang glanced indifferently at the withered body in the pit, then looked at Xu Fu's "compassionate" face and clapped his hands lightly.

"Senior Xu, you have excellent skills."

His tone was casual, as if he were praising the grand finale of a theatrical performance.

"Bestowed a hundred years of life, taken away in an instant."

"Life and death are decided by a single thought."

"This skill has truly broadened my horizons."

Xu Fu bowed slightly, his face showing humility:

"You flatter me, Alliance Leader. I was merely... forced to do so."

As he said this, his left hand clenched slightly—

This subtle movement was clearly visible to Duan Lang.

Are you nervous?

Duan Lang chuckled and didn't respond.

A moment of silence hung over the cliff top as the gale howled, making their clothes flutter in the wind.

Xu Fu was the first to break the silence.

"In the battle just now, the Alliance Leader's strength... far exceeded my expectations."

His gaze deepened, and his tone became more serious.

"I have lived for two thousand years and seen countless people. For an alliance leader of your age to possess such cultivation—"

He paused, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were carefully choosing his words.

"If I'm not mistaken... Alliance Leader, you've already entered the Celestial Realm, haven't you?"

Duan Lang did not answer, but simply smiled slightly.

The best answer is to remain silent.

Xu Fu took a deep breath.

This is the answer he's been waiting for.

This long journey up the Tianshan Mountains is ostensibly to tell ancient stories and demonstrate the power of immortality.

But the real purpose was only one thing—to personally confirm Duan Lang's strength and whether it was worth taking this step.

Wu De's test was just an appetizer.

What truly made Xu Fu make his judgment was the perception formed from his cultivation—

The moment the young man made his move, he clearly sensed a chilling aura that sent a shiver down his spine.

That's the Heavenly Martial Intent that only martial artists who have reached the Celestial Realm can naturally exude!

Xu Fu remained silent for a moment.

His narrow eyes gleamed with an uncertain light, as if he were making a major decision.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

"Alliance Leader."

The solemnity in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by an almost relaxed ease:

"I have been wandering the martial world for two thousand years. Besides studying martial arts, my greatest hobby is playing chess."

He looked at Duan Lang, his gaze gentle:

"Alliance Leader, would you do me the honor of playing a game of Go with this old man?"

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow.

That old fox—on the surface he's just gossiping, but secretly he's still testing the waters.

However... this suits him perfectly.

"Why not?"

Duan Lang raised his right hand and pointed lightly with his index finger.

A sharp finger strike shot out, carving the first horizontal line on the smooth rock face at the top of the cliff.

Then came the second course. And the third course.

Each line contains a distinct martial arts essence—

The intent of the blade slashes horizontally, the intent of the spear pierces through, the intent of the sword decides, the intent of the halberd shatters, the intent of the staff suppresses, the intent of the fist breaks through the limit, the intent of the palm covers and crushes, the intent of the leg blocks the way, the intent of the finger determines calamity, the intent of the claw locks life...

Nineteen paths, nineteen kinds of martial arts essence.

The lines penetrate three-tenths of an inch into the rock surface, meticulous and precise, with no deviation in shape or size.

The chessboard is complete.

Duan Lang's gaze swept across the area and landed on a large, several-foot-high blue boulder at the edge of the cliff.

He flicked his finger.

An invisible sword aura shot out and silently pierced through the giant rock.

"Clatter clatter clatter—"

The surface of the giant rock remained completely still.

But in the next instant, it suddenly shattered on its own—transforming into hundreds of chess pieces of the same size, round like pearls.

Half black and half white, they rolled neatly on both sides of the stone slab, making a tinkling sound.

Xu Fu flicked his two fingers, and a white piece flew into the air and hovered steadily at his fingertips.

The chess pieces are perfectly round like pearls, with smooth, mirror-like surfaces, and are exactly the same size.

Hundreds of chess pieces, sliced ​​in the blink of an eye—not a single one was superfluous, not a single one was incomplete.

He stroked the surface of the chess piece with his fingertips, his smile undiminished, but a hint of seriousness flashed quickly in the depths of his narrow eyes.

Nineteen strands of martial intent were inscribed on the plate... A single finger of sword energy could cut through stone...

This precise control over power goes far beyond mere "strength".

This is... doing whatever you want.