I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

boom!

A crimson sword aura shot into the sky, like a blazing sun descending from nowhere!

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly evaporated all the surrounding wind and snow.

The crimson sword energy, carrying the resolute determination to burn the heavens, met the roaring, snow-covered behemoth.

"Boom—!!!"

The two extremely powerful forces collided violently in mid-air.

Heaven and earth seemed to fall silent at that moment.

A terrifying shockwave swept outwards, blasting away all the snow and rocks within a ten-foot radius. Even Jiang Chen, who was watching from afar, was so shocked that his eardrums ached and he had to use his inner energy to defend himself.

But the light in his eyes was brighter than ever before.

"I lost." Duan Lang looked at the broken sword in his hand, his voice calm.

"No." Nie Feng shook his head, his eyes filled with shock and admiration as he looked at Duan Lang. "If your sword hadn't broken, the outcome of this battle would have been uncertain. Your swordsmanship is enough to rival my Wind God Leg technique!"

"A loss is a loss, and weapons are also a part of strength."

Duan Lang casually tossed aside his broken sword, turned, and left. "Nie Feng, I'll remember this humiliation. I'll come back for you in three years! And then, I'll defeat you with my own hands!"

After saying that, he disappeared into the wind and snow without looking back.

Nie Feng watched Duan Lang's departing figure, remaining silent for a long time.

He knew that from this day forward, the martial arts world would have one more formidable opponent.

Jiang Chen watched this scene with mixed feelings.

Duan Lang, even though you lost, your indomitable spirit is truly admirable!

but……

As Jiang Chen contemplated the flawless "New Wind God Leg" in his mind, a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Brother Lang, don't be discouraged. Even though you lost, I've made a killing!"

"Brother, please wait." Just as Jiang Chen was about to slip away, a gentle voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

He turned around stiffly, only to see that Nie Feng had appeared behind him at some point, wearing a harmless smile on his face.

"Ahem... Well, Young Master Feng, I was just passing by, just passing by..." Jiang Chen shrank his neck, pretending to be timid and submissive.

Nie Feng simply asked gently, "You're from the servants' quarters, right? A friend of Lang's?"

"Uh...yes, I share a room with Brother Lang," Jiang Chen answered honestly.

"That's good." Nie Feng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, took out a delicate little porcelain bottle from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Chen. "This is a miraculous healing medicine from the World Society. It has miraculous effects on both internal and external injuries. Lang just suffered an internal injury, so please pass this on to him for me."

Jiang Chen took the porcelain bottle, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Since Nie Feng cares so much about Duan Lang, why didn't he give it to him himself? Why did he have to go through me, an outsider, to pass it on?

"And..." Nie Feng hesitated for a moment, looking in the direction where Duan Lang had disappeared, a complex emotion indescribable in his eyes, "Lang's personality is extreme, and he's prone to getting stuck on things. In the future, please take care of him in the servants' quarters. I would be extremely grateful."

After speaking, Nie Feng actually bowed slightly to Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen was startled and quickly stepped aside, saying, "Young Master Feng, you flatter me! Brother Lang is my elder brother, it's only right that I take care of him."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Nie Feng took one last deep look in the direction Duan Lang had left before turning and departing, his white robes fluttering, like a banished immortal.

Jiang Chen held the porcelain bottle in his hand, watching Nie Feng's retreating figure, and couldn't help but shiver.

"Hmm... something feels off about this plot?"

Jiang Chen stroked his chin, a strange look on his face. "'Take good care of him for me'... Why does that sound like entrusting a 'beloved wife' to someone? Could this be the legendary... bromance?"

"Ugh—" Jiang Chen got goosebumps all over and quickly shook his head, trying to shake these messy thoughts out of his mind.

"Whatever, we've got the stuff, and the Wind God Leg too, let's go!"

Jiang Chen chuckled, tucked the porcelain bottle into his pocket, hummed a little tune, and happily ran down the mountain.

When I returned to the servants' quarters, it was already completely dark.

Jiang Chen quietly pushed open the door and found Duan Lang sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face pale, practicing his internal energy to heal his injuries.

Hearing the noise, Duan Lang suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of wariness flashing in them. Only after recognizing Jiang Chen did he relax.

"Why did it take you so long to come back?" Duan Lang's voice was weak, but still carried a stubbornness.

"Hehe, I've got your stuff ready." Jiang Chen smiled mysteriously, took out the small porcelain bottle Nie Feng had given him from his pocket, and tossed it to Duan Lang. "Catch!"

Duan Lang instinctively caught the porcelain bottle, opened it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately filled the air.

"This is...?!" Duan Lang's pupils contracted, and he abruptly looked up at Jiang Chen. "Where did you get this? This is a sacred healing medicine from the World Alliance; only inner disciples are qualified to use it!"

"I picked it up on the road," Jiang Chen shrugged, looking nonchalant. "When I came back just now, I saw a man in white sneaking around nearby. He dropped a bottle and ran away. I picked it up and thought, 'Wow, this is something good,' so I just brought it back."

"The man in white..." Duan Lang's hand holding the porcelain bottle trembled slightly, and his eyes became extremely complicated.

Of course he knew who the "man in white" was.

Who else could it be but Nie Feng?

"Hmph, hypocrite!" Duan Lang snorted coldly. Although he said that, he still poured out a pill and swallowed it.

Jiang Chen watched this scene and chuckled inwardly.

This arrogant personality is truly hopeless.

"Alright, Brother Lang, you should heal your wounds first. My stomach's a little upset, I need to go to the outhouse." Jiang Chen made up an excuse and slipped out of the room.

He wasn't going to the outhouse, of course; he was going to verify today's "harvest."

A secluded grove of trees.

The moonlight, like water, spilled between the dappled shadows of the trees.

Jiang Chen stood on the open ground, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the trajectory of the new leg technique was clearly visible in his mind.

"This leg technique is derived from the Wind God Leg, but it is even more unpredictable and elusive, leaving no trace..."

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, then a smile appeared on his lips. "In that case, let's call it—'The Formless Divine Wind Leg'!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his entire demeanor changed abruptly!

"While the Wind God Leg technique is exquisite, it ultimately still relies on the power of the wind. But this Formless Divine Wind Leg technique requires me to transform into the wind, and even... to control the wind!"

A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes. "Wind has no form, and so do I! All things in heaven and earth can become wind!"

The original lazy and carefree atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a graceful and agile air, as if it were about to ride the wind and return to the mortal world at any moment.

"First move, the wind rises and the duckweed is gone!"

Jiang Chen lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his entire body defied common sense and slowly rose into the air, as if he were stepping on solid steps rather than air.

He moved through the forest like a ghost, leaving no trace of a fallen leaf or even a spider web in his wake.

This isn't speed, it's—fusion! Completely blending into the wind, becoming one with it!

"Second move, Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds!"

Jiang Chen stopped abruptly and swept his leg horizontally.

boom!

A thunderclap from nowhere!

A terrifying tornado instantly formed around him, pulling the towering trees within a ten-zhang radius to the side. Countless fallen leaves were swept into it, turning into the sharpest blades that cut the surrounding rocks into countless holes!

"Third move, Thunder and Wind Strike!"

The storm instantly subsided, converging on a point on Jiang Chen's right leg.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple kick.

"puff!"

A soft sound.

A hundred meters away, a giant granite rock, three zhang high, suddenly had a round hole that was transparent from front to back, with a smooth, mirror-like cut!

With a loud "boom," the entire boulder turned into dust that filled the sky!

"Fourth move, Wind Riding the Sky!"

With a thought, Jiang Chen's surrounding energy instantly solidified, forming an invisible wall of energy.

A falling leaf, upon contact with the air barrier three feet away, was instantly bounced away, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron.

This is not just defense, it's absolute territory!

"The final move—Divine Wind Without Form!"

Jiang Chen's figure suddenly began to blur, and finally disappeared completely under the moonlight!

A fierce wind suddenly arose within a radius of a hundred feet!

But this wind was no longer a gentle breeze; instead, it was a fierce gale filled with destructive power!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

Countless transparent wind blades appeared out of thin air, densely packed, blotting out the sky.

Each wind blade contained a terrifying sharpness capable of cutting through gold and jade.

"When you attack, a thousand blades will be unleashed at once; there is no way to avoid them!"

With a thought from Jiang Chen, countless wind blades instantly descended, plowing the ground again and again, as if trying to completely shatter this space.

"By guarding, the body transforms into nothingness, and all laws cannot penetrate it!"

At the same time, several pieces of gravel were swept up by the gale and slammed into the spot where Jiang Chen had been standing, but they passed right through the air as if there was nothing there at all.

He was in the wind, and the wind was him.

Unless the air within a radius of a hundred feet can be instantly evaporated, no one can harm him in the slightest!

This is the true essence of offense and defense, formless and invisible!