I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The Sword Pool was completely silent.

Only the heavy breathing of Feng and Yun echoed through the empty ruins.

Duan Lang stood proudly with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, pure and untouched by the world, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than toying with ants to him.

"Ha, so this is the renowned Fengyun?" Duan Lang shook his head slightly, his gaze cold as he looked down at the two men sprawled on the ground, his eyes utterly indifferent, a hint of mockery playing on his lips. "That old bastard Xiong Ba taught you these fancy but ineffective moves? Truly a laughingstock!"

"Too weak."

"So weak that I don't even have the inclination to draw my sword."

In a corner, Jiang Chen quietly observed the scene and shook his head slightly.

"Like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating their own strength," he sighed inwardly. "Duan Lang has now reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, also cultivating divine-level martial arts, and his physique has been tempered through countless trials. Although Feng and Yun are blessed with good fortune, their wings are not yet fully grown; how can they possibly defeat him?"

"However..." Jiang Chen's gaze swept over the figure in the ruins, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, "Bu Jingyun is cursed by fate, growing stronger with each challenge. I wonder how much of Duan Lang's true power he can force out under these dire circumstances?"

As expected.

Suddenly I heard—

"roar--!"

A fierce roar, like a trapped beast struggling, suddenly exploded from the ruins!

Bu Jingyun staggered to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and his hair wildly dancing without wind, looking like a madman!

The flames on the Qilin arm did not extinguish; instead, they burned even more fiercely, turning dark red and exuding a terrifying aura of destruction!

"Duan Lang!" Bu Jingyun glared at Duan Lang, each word dripping with blood, his hatred boundless.

"Today, it's either you or me who dies!!!"

boom!

With each step, the rocks beneath his feet crumbled into dust!

Like a burning meteor, Bu Jingyun charged toward Duan Lang once again with an indomitable and tragic momentum!

This time, he has disregarded life and death!

Only attack, never defend!

We are determined to destroy everything!

"Oh?" Upon seeing this, a ripple finally appeared in Duan Lang's usually calm eyes.

"A cornered beast's struggle only invites ridicule."

"Since you're willing to risk your life for this, I'll grant your wish!" Duan Lang's lips curled slightly as he slowly raised his right arm, his five fingers spread wide, unleashing a powerful fist intent that soared into the sky. "I'll show you the most domineering fist technique among the top ten martial arts..."

"The Mountain and Sea Boxing Manual - Overturning Rivers and Seas!"

Rumble!

The force of the punch was like a raging sea, instantly engulfing Bu Jingyun's figure!

"Senior Brother Yun!" Nie Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he watched Bu Jingyun being blasted away like a kite with a broken string, his blood splattering across the sky, before he crashed heavily into a pile of rocks, his fate unknown!

"Aaaaaahh ...

An uncontrollable surge of grief and indignation instantly ignited the long-dormant madness within Nie Feng!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

My heart is pounding like a war drum!

The remaining single eye was instantly consumed by crimson blood!

A violent, bloodthirsty, and insane aura surged from his body, condensing into a blurry blood-red phantom behind him!

Mad Blood, Awaken!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Nie Feng roared like a beast, his mind lost, only his killing instinct remained!

The wind suddenly picked up!

Nie Feng transformed into a blood-red whirlwind, his Snow Drinker wielding intense killing intent as he slashed wildly at Duan Lang!

Every strike is a desperate act, every move aimed at mutual destruction!

"Oh? The Nie family's mad blood?" Seeing this crazed state, Duan Lang's eyes revealed a hint of mockery. "Interesting, your power has increased so dramatically. What a pity..."

"How can the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon? Even a madman cannot defy the heavens." Duan Lang slightly shifted his body, calmly dodging the mountain-splitting blade, and then struck back with a palm!

Snapped!

A burst of crisp applause suddenly rang out!

This palm strike is as fast as a shooting star and as heavy as a mountain!

Nie Feng was actually whipped so hard that he spun through the air, half of his cheek was swollen and red, and he spat out crimson blood!

However, with his mind filled with madness, Nie Feng was completely oblivious to the pain. As soon as he landed, he roared and pounced again!

"You're courting death." Duan Lang sneered, his killing intent instantly revealed.

boom! boom! boom!

From then on, the battle was no longer a fierce fight, but a one-sided crushing defeat!

Even if Nie Feng is driven mad, and Bu Jingyun fights on despite his broken body, they are nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree or mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Duan Lang!

The force of the punch penetrated the entire body!

Leg shadow pierces the heart!

Within moments, Feng and Yun were covered in wounds, their battle robes stained with blood, and they were on the verge of collapse.

"Hoo..." Duan Lang slowly withdrew his momentum, coldly surveying the tragic scene before him, and lightly flicked his sleeves as if brushing away a speck of dust.

"Utterly tasteless." He shook his head slightly, his interest waning. "I thought that the combination of the Wind and Cloud, along with the power of the Mad Blood, would alleviate my loneliness."

Duan Lang looked down with his hands behind his back, extended three fingers, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Unfortunately, even with only thirty percent of my power, you... are still no match for me."

"Huff... Huff..." Nie Feng knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

As the violent, mad blood within him gradually subsided, his mind began to clear. When he raised his head, the bloodshot color in his single eye had faded, leaving only deep exhaustion and horror.

His frenzied state just now had exhausted all his potential, yet in front of Duan Lang, he was still as weak as a child, utterly powerless to fight back.

"Senior Brother Yun..." Nie Feng struggled to move towards the pile of rocks.

There, Bu Jingyun was struggling to support himself, and his mighty Qilin Arm, which had shaken the martial world, was now trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great injury.

"Junior Brother Feng..." Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth, his voice like sandpaper being polished, "It seems that we have both underestimated Duan Lang."

Nie Feng remained silent, reached into his robes, and took out two spirit fruits that were entirely crimson and had a wonderfully fragrant aroma.

Blood Bodhi!

This is a rare treasure from Lingyun Cave, said to have the power to bring the dead back to life, heal flesh and bone, and even enhance one's martial arts skills.

"Senior Brother Yun, take this." Nie Feng handed over one pill and took one himself.

The Blood Bodhi melts instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a blazing, warm current that instantly travels throughout the body!

The originally depleted dantian was nourished by this spiritual medicine, and the true qi was replenished again at an astonishing speed!

The broken pulse was restored, and the internal injuries gradually healed!

In a short while, the two men had recovered seven or eight tenths of their injuries!

Bu Jingyun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly stood up. His aura not only returned to its former glory, but was even stronger than before!

Nie Feng slowly stood up, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand trembling and humming again, as if it was yearning to drink blood.

The two exchanged glances, needing no words. The tacit understanding forged through years of life and death battles allowed them to instantly comprehend each other—they were no match for Duan Lang if they fought individually.

Only—

"wind!"

"cloud!"

Two thunderous shouts shook the heavens!

boom!

A sudden gust of wind arose, howling and swirling!

Dark clouds suddenly gathered, obscuring the sky and the sun!

The wind has no form, the clouds are ever-changing!

A confluence of events, where each element is both mutually reinforcing and restraining!

An aura of terrifying power instantly enveloped the Sword Pool!

The heavens and earth changed color!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, obscuring the sun and moon!

The two figures were hidden in the wind and clouds, and their internal energy resonated in a strange way, surging wildly like a river bursting its banks!

Its momentum was so great that it was approaching the peak of the Grandmaster realm!

Upon witnessing this scene, Duan Lang's originally languid expression finally turned somewhat solemn.

"To be able to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to forcefully elevate one's cultivation level, you certainly have some skill." Duan Lang's bones crackled. "In that case, I should also show you what I'm capable of."

boom!

A terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth suddenly erupted from Duan Lang's body like a flood bursting its banks, rushing straight towards Dou Niu!

The crimson energy surged like a raging torrent, eventually coalescing into a blood-red sun behind Duan Lang, radiating an intense aura capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas!

Within a radius of ten zhang, the void seemed to be distorted by the heat wave, and countless pebbles rose up without wind, suspended in mid-air, and were then crushed into dust by the invisible force!

If the broken waves just now were like a deep abyss and a towering mountain, their depths unfathomable;

At this moment, it was as if the God of Fire had descended to earth, his divine might as a prison, causing all things in heaven and earth to submit at his feet!

"Fifty percent of my power." Duan Lang uttered four words indifferently, then took a step forward.

Boom!

One step and the earth trembled!

The entire sword pool seemed unable to bear its weight, trembling violently and teetering on the verge of collapse!