I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Over the past three years, the World Society has remained a behemoth dominating the martial arts world, and Xiong Ba's ambitions have grown ever larger with the expansion of his power.

Meanwhile, in the unassuming servants' quarters, earth-shattering changes were taking place.

Since receiving the "Blazing Sun Sword Technique" from Jiang Chen, Duan Lang seems to have become a different person.

He no longer complained about fate as before, but instead devoted all his energy to cultivation.

They work during the day and practice swordsmanship at night, rain or shine.

With his family's inherited skills and the exquisite "Blazing Sun Sword Technique," Duan Lang's strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

He is no longer the down-and-out boy he once was. Although he is still a menial servant on the surface, his cultivation level is probably among the top five in the World Alliance.

As for Jiang Chen, he has had an even more comfortable life these past three years.

With Duan Lang, his "number one henchman," protecting him, he could practically do whatever he wanted in the servants' quarters.

Of course, he wasn't idle either.

Although he still adheres to the "path of survival," with the "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye" as a cheat, his strength improvement speed is no slower than Duan Lang's.

Now, his internal energy is abundant. Although he has never shown it, in the servants' quarters, apart from Duan Lang, no one is his match.

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, snow covers the ground.

The biting wind howled, whipping up snowflakes that seemed intent on burying everything in the world.

On a steep cliff, two figures stood facing each other.

On the left is a man dressed in coarse linen clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, his posture upright like a pine tree.

Although his clothes were shabby, the arrogance that emanated from his bones was even more chilling than the blizzard.

It was Duanlang.

The person on the right is dressed in white, with long, flowing hair, a handsome and gentle face, and a faint smile that always graces his lips, giving people a feeling of warmth and comfort.

It was none other than Xiong Ba's third disciple, the God of Wind—Nie Feng.

Behind a large rock not far away, Jiang Chen was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, his neck hunched, only his eyes showing, staring intently at the two people in the field.

"Finally, this day has come..." Jiang Chen rubbed his frozen hands, secretly thrilled. "Nie Feng, Nie Feng, I'll gladly accept your Wind God Leg!"

The atmosphere in the room was heavy.

"Lang, you've come." Nie Feng looked at his old friend, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"Of course I came." Duan Lang looked coldly at Nie Feng, his voice low and hoarse. "For the past three years, I've been waiting for this moment every single day. Nie Feng, do you still remember our promise from back then?"

"I remember." Nie Feng sighed softly, "Back then, we joined the World Society together and agreed to have a competition every three years to verify each other's martial arts skills."

"Mutual verification?" Duan Lang's lips curled into a mocking smile. "For you, a high and mighty disciple of Xiong Ba, it might just be verification. But for me, a lowly servant, this is my only chance to prove myself!"

"Lang, you've changed." Nie Feng frowned slightly as he looked at the undisguised ambition and fighting spirit in Duan Lang's eyes. "We're friends; status and position don't matter..."

"Shut up!" Duan Lang abruptly interrupted Nie Feng, his eyes burning with anger. "Friend? If you truly consider me a friend, why haven't you visited me even once in these three years? Why can you enjoy wealth and luxury while I, with my exceptional martial arts skills, am relegated to the servants' quarters, a nameless and unknown laborer?"

"I..." Nie Feng opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found himself at a loss for words.

During those three years, he followed Xiong Ba in his campaigns across the north and south, and indeed neglected Duan Lang.

"No need to say anything." Duan Lang took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and slowly drew the long sword from behind him.

"Clang—" The longsword was drawn, its cold light gleaming.

"Nie Feng, further words are useless. Today, I will use the sword in my hand to tell you that I, Duan Lang, am by no means inferior to you!"

Nie Feng looked at Duan Lang, whose fighting spirit was high, and shook his head helplessly.

He knew that this battle was inevitable.

"In that case, please enlighten me." Nie Feng turned slightly to the side and assumed a starting stance.

Although it was just a simple movement, Jiang Chen saw an astonishing phenomenon in his "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye".

It was as if the air around Nie Feng was being drawn by something, and began to slowly rotate around him.

This is not ordinary wind, but wind god leg that contains the true meaning of wind!

"They're here!" Jiang Chen's eyes lit up, and he even held his breath. "Wind God Leg! Catching the Wind and Shadows! Strong Grass in the Wind! Stormy Rain and Gale... Hehe, they're all mine!"

"Take this!" Duan Lang roared, his figure vanishing from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light pierced through the wind and snow, carrying an indomitable momentum, and went straight for Nie Feng's face.

"First move, Dawn Slash!" Duan Lang flicked his wrist, and the sword tip turned strangely, actually stabbing at Nie Feng's ribs from an unbelievable angle.

This move completely defies common sense, as if it were specifically designed to break through protective true energy.

"So fast!" Nie Feng was shocked. This was not the Eclipse Sword Technique he was familiar with at all!

But he reacted extremely quickly. He released his true energy from his feet and his figure floated backward like a willow catkin in the wind. It was the first move of the Wind God Leg - "Catching the Wind and Shadows"!

This move relies primarily on lightness skills and footwork; those who master it move with unparalleled speed, as fast as a shooting star.

Nie Feng swayed and was already three zhang away, narrowly avoiding the strange sword strike.

"Where do you think you're going!" Duan Lang pressed his advantage relentlessly, changing his sword stance once more, raising his longsword high as if the midday sun were pressing down on him.

"Second move, Blazing Sun Strike!"

This sword strike was wide and powerful, sealing off all of Nie Feng's escape routes.

With nowhere to hide, Nie Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he no longer backed down.

He unleashed a flurry of kicks with both legs, the force of which was as fierce as a whirlwind and contained immense power.

The second move of the Wind God Leg technique – "Strong Grass in the Wind"!

"Clang clang clang!"

The sword energy and leg strength collided fiercely in the air, producing a metallic clang.

Using the momentum, Nie Feng leaped into the air. While in mid-air, his legs rained down like a storm, engulfing Duan Lang in a flurry of leg shadows.

The third move of the Wind God Leg technique – "Stormy Rain and Gale"!

"Well done!" Duan Lang showed no fear. His long sword transformed into a series of afterimages, like the afterglow of the setting sun, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. It was the third move of the Blazing Sun Sword Technique - "Flash of the Setting Sun"!

Each sword strike precisely targeted the openings amidst the flurry of leg shadows, attacking with each other without ever being at a disadvantage.

"What... what kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so exquisite!"

Nie Feng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Duan Lang's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, yet also strange and ruthless. Every move was aimed at vital points, forcing him to use his full strength.

"Lang, take this!" Nie Feng roared and charged out like lightning. His strength and speed were so great that they created a series of sonic booms in the air!

The fourth move of the Wind God Leg technique – "Swift and Decisive"!

This move is as powerful as thunder and as fast as the wind; it is one of the most powerful moves in the Wind God Leg technique!

Faced with this thunderous attack, Duan Lang showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

"Well done! Watch me break you!" Duan Lang wielded his longsword wildly, his sword energy crisscrossing and forming an impenetrable sword net in front of him, forcefully blocking Nie Feng's powerful attack.

"boom!"

The two men, who had just come together, immediately separated and each took a few steps back.

"That was exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!" Duan Lang roared to the sky, feeling his blood boiling. "Nie Feng, show me your true skills! Otherwise, you can't beat me today!"

Nie Feng looked at Duan Lang, whose fighting spirit was burning fiercely, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.

He could sense that Duan Lang's strength had completely exceeded his expectations.

If we hold back any further, we might really lose!

"Alright! Duan Lang, since you want to see my true skills, I'll grant your wish!"

Nie Feng took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly surged to its peak.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to be summoned by something, and frantically gathered towards him.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only the howling wind remained.

The fifth move of the Wind God Leg technique – "Wind Sweeps Away the Building"!

This is Nie Feng's strongest move. His body spins rapidly, lifting everything around him. His leg power is rampant and unstoppable!

The swirling snow transformed into a roaring behemoth, unleashing a devastating force that crushed towards Duanlang.

Faced with this terrifying attack, Duan Lang did not retreat but advanced instead.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, his energy and spirit burning at their peak at that moment.

The fourth move, the Heaven-Burning Move!