I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The night wind was biting, whipping up the fallen leaves and making a rustling sound.

In the courtyard of the servants' quarters, two powerful auras were rising and colliding, making even the air seem heavy.

Nie Feng and Duan Lang stood facing each other, no more than three zhang apart.

At this moment, they were no longer playmates or fellow disciples, but rivals about to face each other in a life-or-death struggle.

"Wind, make your move!!" Duan Lang pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. He was like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Lang, I apologize!" Nie Feng took a deep breath, his true energy surging wildly, his robes billowing and rustling even without wind.

The next moment, his figure vanished into thin air.

Wind God Leg Technique 1 – Catching the Wind and Shadows!

Only afterimages remained in the air, as if countless Nie Fengs were attacking Duan Lang from all directions at the same time. Each afterimage was accompanied by a fierce wind, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing shriek.

"Well done!" Duan Lang's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Facing the afterimages filling the sky, he did not retreat but advanced, and swung his long sword out fiercely.

Blazing Sun Sword Technique - Dawn Slash!

"Clang!"

A dazzling sword light suddenly shone forth, like the rising sun in the night, instantly tearing apart the afterimages across the sky.

Wherever the sword energy passed, it plowed a deep trench in the ground, sending stones flying and dust billowing.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A series of dense clangs of metal clashing resounded in the void, sparks flying everywhere, as dazzling as fireworks.

Nie Feng flipped in mid-air, using the recoil from the sword energy to spin like a top, his legs transforming into countless afterimages as he kicked at Duan Lang with overwhelming force.

Wind God Leg Technique 2 – Strong Grass in the Wind!

This move was as powerful as a raging wind, and the leg movements were as resilient as tough grass.

Each kick was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, as if even space itself was about to be shattered.

The surrounding air was compressed to its limit, forming an invisible wall of wind that crushed towards the broken wave.

"Hahahaha! That's exhilarating! This is the Nie Feng I know!" Duan Lang laughed wildly. Facing this leg technique that could shatter gold and jade, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword instantly transformed into countless eerie red lights.

Blazing Sun Sword Technique - Sunset Flash!

These red lights flickered and shifted, like the afterglow of the setting sun, yet they were filled with murderous intent.

Each beam of red light precisely pierced the weak points of Nie Feng's leg shadow, breaking through the surface with a single point and overcoming force with skill.

"Boom boom boom!"

Two terrifying forces collided in mid-air, unleashing visible shockwaves that snapped the surrounding trees in half and caused the courtyard wall to collapse, turning it into ruins.

Blood splattered!

Nie Feng's thigh was slashed open by the sword energy, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone, and blood stained his white trousers.

Duan Lang's shoulder was also kicked by Nie Feng, and the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

But this did not stop them; instead, it fueled their ferocity.

"Wind God Leg Technique 3 - Torrential Rain and Gale!"

Nie Feng roared, ignoring his injuries, and transformed into a raging tornado, his legs cascading down like a torrential downpour.

At this moment, he seemed to transform into a wind god, ready to tear everything in front of him to shreds.

"Well done! Blazing Sun Sword Technique - Blazing Sun Strike!" Duan Lang roared, and the longsword in his hand instantly turned red-hot like a branding iron, with a terrifying high temperature spreading out.

He held the sword with both hands and slashed fiercely at the tornado.

This sword strike was as powerful as the midday sun, its majestic might overwhelming and impossible to look directly at!

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard, and the force of the explosion spread outwards.

Nie Feng was sent flying backward by the shock, but while in mid-air, he forcibly twisted his body and used the force of the recoil to rush towards Duan Lang again.

"It's not over yet! Wind God Leg Technique, Fourth Form—Swift and Decisive!"

This kick was as powerful as a thunderbolt, yet as fast as a whirlwind.

A faint rumble of thunder echoed in the air as Nie Feng's leg flashed like lightning, cleaving Lang's face in two.

A hint of surprise flashed in Duan Lang's eyes. He hadn't expected Nie Feng to be able to unleash such power after being injured.

He blocked with his sword, and with a loud clang, the force of the impact sent him sliding backward several feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

"Good! That was great! Let's go again!" Duan Lang steadied himself, his fighting spirit burning to its fullest extent.

The moment Nie Feng landed, he slammed his feet into the ground, spinning rapidly like a top. The surrounding rubble and tiles were swept up by the rotating airflow, forming a huge sand and gravel tornado.

"Wind God Leg Technique, Fifth Form - Wind Sweeps Away Building Debris!"

This move is the strongest killing move that Nie Feng currently possesses!

His body spun rapidly, carrying everything around him as they attacked the opponent.

A massive tornado, carrying countless pebbles, roared towards the broken waves like an earthen dragon, its power terrifying, as if it would devour everything in its path.

Faced with this overwhelming offensive, Duan Lang showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a hint of fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

"Wind, is this your limit? Then take my final strike!"

Duan Lang took a deep breath, and his internal energy exploded out without reservation.

The longsword in his hand instantly transformed into a dazzling white light, as if a sun was born in his hand.

"In that case, I'll show you my masterful sword technique, the result of my arduous training!"

"Blazing Sun Sword Technique - Heaven-Burning Style!"

This sword strike, like a fiery scale devouring the sun, burned away the heavens!

Duan Lang transformed into a streak of light and charged towards the sky full of leg shadows.

"boom------!!!"

An unprecedented, earth-shattering roar erupted, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in.

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards from the two of them, turning everything in its path to dust.

The already dilapidated servants' quarters courtyard had completely disappeared, leaving only a huge pit.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Nie Feng was covered in blood, kneeling in the deep pit, his chest heaving violently, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

Duan Lang, though somewhat disheveled with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, remained standing.

The long sword in his hand was pointed at Nie Feng's throat.

The tip of the sword was only half an inch away from Nie Feng's throat.

The outcome is decided.

Nie Feng looked at the cold sword tip, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

He lost.

He lost to his own brother.

"Lang, make your move." Nie Feng slowly closed his eyes, offering his neck for execution.

He did not beg for mercy, nor did he show any resentment.

To die by Lang's sword might be a kind of destiny.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The expected pain did not come.

"Clang!" A crisp sound of a sword ringing out.

Nie Feng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Duan Lang had already sheathed his sword and turned his back to him.

"Nie Feng, your life is mine! I don't want to kill you today, I'll spare your life and come back for it later!" Duan Lang's voice was cold, but it revealed an undisguised affection.

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.

"Lang..." Nie Feng looked at Duan Lang's back and his eyes instantly turned red.

Just then, a figure suddenly darted out from the ruins and landed beside Duan Lang.

It was Jiang Chen.

He carried a small bundle on his back and had a cynical smile on his face.

"Brother Lang, wait for me!"

Duan Lang was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and looked at him: "Jiang Chen? What are you doing?"

"I'll go with you," Jiang Chen said matter-of-factly. "The world is too small, and I'm tired of staying here. Since Brother Lang is going to venture into the martial world, how can you do without me as your follower?"

"You..." A hint of emotion flashed in Duan Lang's eyes, but he immediately frowned and said, "It will be very dangerous for me to follow you. Xiong Ba will not let me go."

"Tch, Xiong Ba is nothing." Jiang Chen curled his lip and glanced back at Nie Feng, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Young Master Feng, until we meet again."

"Jiang Chen, are you leaving too?" Nie Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes." Jiang Chen looked at the distant sky, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

It's a bit of a pity that I haven't seen the Heavenly Frost Fist or the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi yet.

but……

He turned to look at Duan Lang, a confident smile playing on his lips.

"The world is so big, I want to see it too."

Jiang Chen thought to himself: The martial world is vast. Following Brother Lang, I might even meet the Sword Saint, or even the Nameless One, in the future. That's the real martial world!

"Hahaha! Good! Good brother!" Duan Lang put his arm around Jiang Chen's shoulder, his heart filled with heroic spirit.

"In that case, let's, brothers, go and explore this vast world!"

"Walk!"

The two walked down the mountain arm in arm, laughing loudly, leaving Nie Feng alone, staring blankly at their departing figures, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Under the cover of night, the two figures walked further and further away, eventually disappearing into the vast world of martial arts.