I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

A moment later, Nie Feng rushed over.

He was dressed in white, with long, flowing hair. His handsome face was tinged with doubt, but when he stepped into the main hall and saw Bu Jingyun lying on a stretcher, his expression changed drastically.

"Senior Brother Yun?!" Nie Feng exclaimed in surprise, and without even bothering to bow, he rushed to the stretcher.

Seeing the shocking sword wound on Bu Jingyun's chest and his faint breath, Nie Feng's heart clenched.

"Master! What happened to Senior Brother Yun? Who injured him like this?!" Nie Feng suddenly looked up at Xiong Ba, his eyes filled with anxiety and anger.

Although Bu Jingyun was aloof, he was still his senior brother. Although they didn't communicate much, their bond as fellow disciples remained.

"Feng'er, you've arrived." Xiong Ba looked at the anxious Nie Feng, his face expressionless, and said calmly.

"Your senior brother Yun was injured by someone you know very well."

"Someone I know?" Nie Feng was taken aback. Countless names flashed through his mind, but he couldn't think of that person at all.

"Not bad." Xiong Ba stood up, walked down the steps, and came to Nie Feng.

"The one who injured your Senior Brother Yun was none other than your good brother—Duan Lang!"

"What?!" Nie Feng was struck dumb, frozen in place.

"Duan...Duan Lang? How is this possible?!" He couldn't believe it. Why would Duan Lang injure Senior Brother Yun?

"Feng'er, are you questioning your master?" Xiong Ba's voice turned cold.

"Your disciple wouldn't dare!" Nie Feng quickly lowered his head, but he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

"Hmph! The facts are right in front of you; you have no choice but to believe them!"

Xiong Ba snorted coldly, pointing to the sword wound on Bu Jingyun's chest, and said, "This is the wound inflicted by that brat Duan Lang! As a menial servant, he dared to defy his superior and severely injure a personal disciple; his crime deserves death!"

Nie Feng stared at the sword mark, his heart churning with turmoil.

"Feng'er, I have an important task for you today." Xiong Ba looked at Nie Feng, who was in a state of mental confusion, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Please give your instructions, Master..." Nie Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Good!" Xiong Ba laughed loudly, pointing outside the hall and saying, "I want you to go and kill Duan Lang!"

"What?!" Nie Feng looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

"Master...Master, what did you say? Kill...kill Lang?" Nie Feng's voice trembled.

Who is Duan Lang? He's his best friend who grew up with him!

Although the two had grown somewhat distant in recent years due to their different social statuses, in Nie Feng's heart, Duan Lang was still his brother.

Now, his master actually wants him to kill his own brothers?

"What? You're not willing?" The smile on Xiong Ba's face vanished instantly, replaced by endless majesty and coldness.

"Duan Lang has no respect for his elders, injured your Senior Brother Yun, and harbors malicious intentions. He deserves to die!"

"But..." Nie Feng wanted to argue, but was rudely interrupted by Xiong Ba.

"No buts!" Xiong Ba slammed his hand on the armrest, and a terrifying aura pressed down on Nie Feng, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Will you disobey your master's orders and become a traitor who betrays his master and ancestors? Or will you kill that traitor to prove your loyalty to the World Society?"

Xiong Ba's voice boomed in Nie Feng's ears like thunder.

Nie Feng's face was pale, and his body trembled slightly.

On one side is a master who has shown him immense kindness, and on the other side are brothers who are as close as family.

What should he choose?

Looking into Xiong Ba's cold and ruthless eyes, Nie Feng understood that he had no choice.

If he refuses, not only will he fail to save Duan Lang, but he himself will also die.

"Disciple...yes!" Nie Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

His heart was bleeding, but his gaze gradually hardened.

That was the numbness that followed despair.

"Hahahaha! Good! This is my good disciple!" Xiong Ba laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and madness.

He wanted to see Nie Feng suffer, to see Nie Feng sever his own ties and become the sharpest blade in his hand!

"Go, bring me Duan Lang's head!"

"Yes..." Nie Feng turned and left, his back view appearing extremely desolate and heavy.

Watching Nie Feng's departing figure, Xiong Ba's smile deepened.

"Wind, Cloud...you are ultimately just pawns in my game."

"As for Duan Lang..."

"Hmph, to die at Feng'er's hands is your good fortune."

The night was as deep and still as water.

The servants' quarters of the Tianxia Society were as quiet as ever.

On the rooftop, Jiang Chen's eyes were slightly closed.

The twelve forms of "Dispelling Clouds Palm" that Bu Jingyun had used during the day replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern.

"The Cloud-Dispelling Palm emphasizes the 'unpredictability of clouds,' the interplay of illusion and reality, and the balance of strength and gentleness... However, Bu Jingyun's palm technique is too murderous, which makes it inferior and loses the fluidity of clouds."

Under the deduction of the "Martial Arts Heavenly Eye", the complex twelve palm techniques began to be disassembled, integrated, and recombined.

Gradually, a completely new palm technique took shape in Jiang Chen's mind.

"Clouds have no fixed form, and water has no fixed shape. Let's call this palm technique the 'Impermanent Cloud Palm'."

"It consists of eight forms. Although it has four fewer forms than the Cloud-Dispelling Palm, its variations are more endless and its power is incomparable."

Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

First Form: Clouds Rise and Sea Forms!

Second move: Cloud Concealment!

……

Eighth Form: Cloud Annihilation of the Void!

"Phew... I've gained another way to save my life." Jiang Chen exhaled a long breath and turned to look to the side.

Duan Lang was sitting to the side, wiping his longsword, the blade reflecting a cold glint in the moonlight.

"Brother Lang, was that sword strike satisfying?" Jiang Chen asked lazily.

"Hmph, Bu Jingyun is nothing special." Duan Lang sheathed his sword, a hint of arrogance on his face. "If it weren't for giving him some face, I could have defeated him in three moves."

"Fine, fine, you're the best." Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, about to say something, when suddenly his eyes narrowed and he looked at the mountain path in the distance.

"Someone's coming." Jiang Chen's lips curled into a playful smile, thinking to himself, "Finally here? Xiong Ba, you're faster than I expected."

Knowing the plot well, he naturally understood what it meant for Duan Lang to severely injure Bu Jingyun.

That old fox, Xiong Ba, would never tolerate a "variable" that escapes his control.

Sending Nie Feng to clean up the mess would both eliminate Duan Lang and teach Nie Feng a lesson, killing two birds with one stone.

"Unfortunately, your wishful thinking is destined to fail."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang immediately became alert, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze shooting like lightning into the darkness.

A white figure swept past like the wind and arrived in front of the two in the blink of an eye.

"Nie Feng?" Duan Lang frowned slightly upon recognizing the newcomer, then released his grip on his sword hilt and sneered, "What? You're here to avenge your Senior Brother Yun?"

The person who arrived was none other than Nie Feng.

But at this moment, his face was solemn and pained, completely devoid of his usual gentleness.

"Lang, I have something to say to you." Nie Feng looked at Duan Lang, his voice a little hoarse.

"Just say what you have to say, stop beating around the bush," Duan Lang said impatiently.

Nie Feng took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, before slowly uttering a few words:

"Master... let me kill you."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's pupils constricted sharply, then he burst into maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha! Good! What a Xiong Ba! What a leader of the World Society!"

The laughter was filled with sorrow and anger.

"I, Duan Lang, have served the World Society like a slave for so many years, and just because I defeated his disciple, he wants to kill me?!"

"This is what they call the number one gang in the world?!" Duan Lang's eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand hummed, as if it could sense its master's anger.

Nie Feng lowered his head, not daring to look into Duan Lang's eyes.

"Lang, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? What's the use of saying sorry to me?!"

Duan Lang suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Nie Feng, shouting sharply, "Nie Feng! Since you've accepted the order, then make your move! Let me see just how much this successor of the Wind God Leg is really made of!"

"No! I won't lay a hand on you!" Nie Feng suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with determination. "You're my brother. Even if I die, I won't kill you!"

"Then how will you explain yourself? You disobeyed your master's orders, do you think Xiong Ba will let you off?!" Duan Lang roared.

"I..." Nie Feng was speechless.

He knew that if he didn't take action, Xiong Ba would definitely not let him go.

But he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

Just as the two were at an impasse, Jiang Chen, who had been lying on the roof watching the show, finally spoke up.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Jiang Chen sat up, dusted himself off, and jumped down from the roof, landing between the two of them.

"It's such a small matter, why make it sound like a life-or-death situation?"

"Jiang Chen! What time is it? How can you still make sarcastic remarks?!" Duan Lang glared at him.

"I'm not just saying this lightly." Jiang Chen looked at the two of them, his usual playful smile gone, and his expression became unusually serious.

"Since loyalty and righteousness are difficult to reconcile, let's resolve this according to the rules of the martial arts world."

"The rules of the martial arts world?" Nie Feng and Duan Lang were both stunned.

"That's right." Jiang Chen looked at Duan Lang and said in a deep voice, "Brother Lang, do you still remember the 'three-year agreement' you made with Young Master Feng?"

Duan Lang shuddered, and an astonishing light burst forth from his eyes.

"Of course I remember! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"That's good." Jiang Chen nodded, then looked at Nie Feng.

"Young Master Feng, Xiong Ba is forcing you to kill Brother Lang by making you act unjustly and ruthlessly. But if you and Brother Lang have a fair duel, one that determines who is superior and who will die, then you will be fulfilling your promise and have a clear conscience!"

"This..." Nie Feng's heart stirred.

Yes, instead of getting caught up in the conflict between orders from teachers and friendship, we should fight a fair and square battle!

This is not only an explanation to the sect, but also a sign of respect for the brothers!

"Alright!" Duan Lang took a step forward, his sword intent soaring to the sky, and his fighting spirit burning like a raging fire.

"Nie Feng, further words are pointless!"

"Since we're here, let's settle this here!"

"Fulfill the three-year agreement from back then!"

"It not only determines who is superior, but also decides life and death!"

Nie Feng looked at Duan Lang, who was full of fighting spirit, and understood the determination in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the confusion in his heart instantly vanished, replaced by the same boundless pride.

"Alright! Lang, I'll do as you say!"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Lang had already drawn his longsword, its blade pointing directly at Nie Feng.

"Jiang Chen, step back!" Duan Lang shouted, his sword energy surging around him, shredding all the fallen leaves around him.

Jiang Chen shrugged, his figure drifted backward, and he landed on the rooftop, finding a comfortable position to sit down.

"Alright, I'll be a witness." He casually plucked a foxtail grass and put it in his mouth, calmly looking at the two people below.