I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The Alliance Leader has mastered the art." Xu Fu placed the white piece back onto the stone plate, praising it sincerely.

"The nineteen martial intents are all different, yet they can be controlled and released at will with precision."

"I have lived for two thousand years and have seen countless geniuses, but someone like the Alliance Leader... is truly unheard of."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang not only did not show humility, but nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You flatter me, Senior Xu."

He spoke politely, but his expression clearly said, "You're absolutely right."

"However—I am indeed quite strong."

Xu Fu: "..."

Such shamelessness is probably the first time in two thousand years.

Despite his laughter, Xu Fu's apprehension deepened.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Duan Lang took the lead in sitting cross-legged on one side of the chessboard, his sleeves gathered together, his posture relaxed.

Xu Fu straightened his robes and sat down opposite him.

Duan Lang held the black pen, while Xu Fu held the white pen.

A strong wind howled, causing their clothes to flutter.

At the top of the cliff, between heaven and earth, there is only a chessboard and two people.

"please."

Duan Lang picked up a black piece, his fingertip gleaming slightly.

"Smack."

The black stone lands on the center point.

Just as the chess piece touched the stone board—

Both of their consciousnesses were simultaneously drawn away from their physical bodies by an invisible force.

The world of Go!

This place is not empty.

In the vast void, countless translucent afterimages appeared and disappeared—

Some sat upright playing chess, some closed their eyes in deep thought, and some looked up at the sky and roared.

Those are the remnants of the spirits of chess masters from all dynasties who have left behind here.

For thousands of years, those who have used martial spirit to enter the world of chess and used chess to prove their way will have their spiritual imprint left in this world forever.

Some have become so blurred that only a wisp of mist remains as an outline, while others remain lifelike, as if a phantom chess piece is still held between the fingers.

They remained silent, yet watched over each newcomer who stepped into this place in a silent way.

In the center of the void, a huge chessboard floated among numerous afterimages, its crisscrossing lines emitting a faint glow, like the warp and weft of heaven and earth.

Duanlang's consciousness coalesced into a form, standing with his hands behind his back at one end of the chessboard.

He looked down and saw a black stone at the center position radiating a scorching light, like a burning star.

The next moment, the black pieces exploded!

A powerful martial intent burst forth from Tianyuan, transforming into raging flames that swept across the entire chess world!

This is Duan Lang's opening declaration—

The Flames of Fire Scales! Utterly Yang and Intense! First Strike and Suppression!

On the other side of the chessboard, Xu Fu's consciousness also materialized.

His expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

With a flick of his right hand, a white piece landed on the star position.

The instant the white piece landed, an extremely cold power erupted from the star position—

The meaning of eternal ice!

The biting cold air spread out as if it were a tangible thing, colliding violently with the blazing flames in the center of the chessboard!

"boom--!"

Ice and fire clashed, shaking the chess world.

But outside the home...

At the top of the cliff, the two remained seated cross-legged, motionless.

But the celestial phenomena atop the Tianshan Mountains suddenly changed at that moment—

The sea of ​​clouds, stretching for hundreds of miles, suddenly surged and churned, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The once clear blue sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashed wildly.

A fierce wind arose, howling like thunder, blowing rocks flying from the cliff edge.

In the distant Heavenly Palace, the maids stared in horror at the suddenly changing celestial phenomena outside the window, their teacups jingling in their hands.

However, no one dared to approach and disturb them.

Because everyone felt it—

Two vast auras emanating from the cliff top are colliding wildly in an incredible way!

In the world of chess, the battle continues.

Duanlang played his third move.

The black piece transformed into an invisible sword intent, piercing through the entire vertical line of the chessboard, like a celestial sword, judging all things!

With this move, he poured all his martial intent into his divine foundation—it wasn't a test, it was an overwhelming defeat!

Xu Fu's brow twitched slightly.

To be able to condense martial intent to such a pure degree, one is indeed undoubtedly at the Celestial Realm.

He took a deep breath and placed the third white piece.

Bai Zi transformed into a vast spiritual torrent, like a sea condensed over two thousand years, rushing towards us!

This is not just a simple martial arts move.

Rather, it is the essence of the Dao that has been accumulated over two thousand years!

The weight of time is like a mountain pressing down on you.

Duan Lang's sword intent, though sharp, was like an invincible divine sword cleaving into the bottomless abyss—

Despite its formidable power, it could never completely conquer this ocean!

He raised an eyebrow slightly; this was interesting.

This old man's background is indeed ridiculously deep.

Two thousand years of accumulation is not something to boast about.

"Smack."

The fourth piece falls.

Duan Lang stopped using brute force and changed his tactics—

The black piece transformed into a faint, almost invisible thread, silently penetrating Xu Fu's white piece formation.

The martial intent in this move was as gentle as a spring breeze.

But Xu Fu's pupils suddenly contracted—

Because he sensed that the chess position he had painstakingly built was being gradually... disintegrated by this "spring breeze"!

Do whatever you want!

Overcome strength with softness!

This is the true terror of the Celestial Realm—

Not bound by any set moves, one can devise the most effective method to counter the opponent in an instant!

"A good move."

Xu Fu gave a heartfelt compliment.

His narrow eyes held both shrewdness and apprehension.

He had fought against countless top masters, but an opponent like Duan Lang was... the first of his kind.

outside world.

The summit of Tianshan Mountain was already shrouded in chaos.

The dark clouds hung extremely low, almost touching the mountaintop.

Lightning kept striking, illuminating the cliff top in an alternating flash of light.

The area where the two sat cross-legged was covered with a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks on the rock surface.

That was the aftershock of two martial intents colliding, which was reflected back into reality through the mind.

The gale grew stronger and stronger, causing the entire Tianshan Mountains to tremble slightly.

In the world of chess, the game reaches the middle stage.

The black and white pieces were intertwined, fraught with danger.

Every piece on the chessboard radiated an astonishing aura of martial intent—

The black pieces are as hot as flames, while the white pieces are as cold as frost.

Two completely different forces repeatedly tug at each other's throats, collide, annihilate, and regenerate on the chessboard.

The waves descended with increasing composure.

He definitely understands Xu Fu better than he did at the beginning of the game.

This ancient thing, which has lived for two thousand years, has a profound history as deep as a bottomless abyss.

But no matter how deep his understanding, Xu Fu's martial will had reached its limit.

Two thousand years of history have endowed Xu Fu with unparalleled depth, but it has also caused his martial arts to... lose their sharpness.

Like a peerless sword, its blade has become dull because it is too ancient.

But Duanlang is different.

He was at his peak, his brilliance fully revealed, and every move he made carried the unstoppable offensiveness unique to the Celestial Realm.

"Smack."

Duanlang made a crucial move.

This move, seemingly ordinary, landed in an inconspicuous position.

But the moment Xu Fu saw the chess piece, his pupils constricted sharply—

Because he discovered that all his carefully laid plans were completely shut down after this move was made.

The dragon was slain.

"..."

Xu Fu stared at the chessboard, remaining silent for a long time.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Duan Lang, who stood opposite him with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

There was not a trace of pride or mockery on that young face.

There is only a kind of superior, calm and composed demeanor.

It was as if... this outcome was within his expectations from the very beginning.

"Thank you for your concession."

The sound of broken waves echoed through the chess world, calm as still water.

Their consciousnesses returned to their physical bodies simultaneously.

Duan Lang was the first to open his eyes, his expression normal, as if he had just taken a short nap.

Xu Fu's breathing became noticeably disordered.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands trembled slightly—clearly, the consequences of suppressing his martial intent were not pleasant.

In the sky, the dark clouds were slowly dissipating, and the lightning was gradually disappearing.

The fierce winds subsided.

It was as if everything that had just happened was nothing but a dream.

But on the chessboard atop the cliff, the black and white pieces remain—

It silently records this thrilling and breathtaking showdown, a battle fought without the clash of swords.

Xu Fu slowly stood up, straightened his robes which had been ruffled by the strong wind, and gave Duan Lang a deep look.

The sharp glint in his narrow eyes had mostly faded—replaced by an extremely complex expression.

There was both apprehension and admiration.

There was also a hint of...deep unease.

"I am ashamed to admit that I am inferior to the Alliance Leader in martial arts."

His voice was steady, but Duan Lang could tell that every word was spoken through gritted teeth.

For someone who has lived for two thousand years, admitting to being inferior to a young person—

It's worse than killing him.

"In that case..." Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "Regarding what you said about slaying the dragon—"

He paused deliberately, looking into Xu Fu's eyes:

"I... will think about it some more."

Neither agree nor refuse.

I'm keeping you hanging on.

Xu Fu took a deep breath and bowed to Duan Lang again.

"I await good news."

After speaking, he turned to face the sea of ​​clouds, his robes fluttering, his figure transforming into a blur before disappearing into the depths of the clouds and vanishing in an instant.

Duan Lang neither chased nor moved.

He stood there with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, watching Xu Fu's figure disappear into the horizon, the smile on his face slowly fading.

"A thousand years of cultivation and inner strength..." he murmured to himself, his gaze as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

"The depth of its cultural heritage is truly outrageous."

"but--"

He looked down and glanced at the large white chess piece that had been slaughtered on the stone slab.

That's all.

The far north ice plains, beyond the Heavenly Gate.

The wind was as sharp as a knife, and the breath you exhaled froze into ice crystals before it even dissipated.

At the top of the cliff, a majestic Yin-Yang stone gate stands, isolating the mortal world.

The void rippled slightly, and two figures appeared out of thin air.

One male and one female.

The man, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had a cold and stern face; it was none other than Bu Tian.

The woman was dressed in a plain white sword robe, with a long sword hanging at her waist that was as clear as ice. Her brows and eyes were as cold as frost and snow, yet she possessed a calm and resolute aura.

Jiang Qingge is a female disciple personally taught by Jiang Chen and Bu Tian's senior sister.

Bu Tian's brows twitched slightly, and he glanced at her sideways.

He recalled what had happened half a day ago—

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, he set off alone to the far north ice plains.

When his lightness skill was used to its fullest extent, his figure swept across the continuous snow-capped peaks like a ghost.

However, after traveling less than a hundred miles, without any warning—

A sword light pierced through the air!

Silent and swift as lightning, it struck Bu Tian directly in the chest!

"Bang!"

Bu Tian was blasted backward by the sword strike and crashed heavily into the mountainside of a snow-capped peak beside the road, creating a large crater in the shape of a human, with rocks flying everywhere.

"cough……"

He struggled to his feet from the rubble, brushed the snow off his body, and a rare look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He didn't even see how the other person drew their sword.