Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 127: Armored in Double Armor, Skill Astounds the Audience!

It was the last afternoon before the Wuhan University of Science and Technology competition.

With the martial arts competition fast approaching, undercurrents are stirring within the inner city.

Song Jing did not blindly train hard. He knew that the foundation was the most important thing in the competition. Speed ​​and strength were two tough thresholds and also the yardstick for measuring a martial artist's overall quality. They directly determined whether he could obtain the qualification for subsequent combat and seed ranking.

He found Nie Shuli and inquired in detail about the specific benchmarks for the "application grade" evaluation in the last two competitions.

"Quickly close the gate, sprint a thousand feet," the course is flat but subject to random wind interference. One incense stick's time is the minimum; exceeding the time limit results in elimination. Nie Shuli said solemnly, "But the truly outstanding ones often finish in less than half an incense stick's time. Half an incense stick's time or less is enough to be rated as Grade A."

The fastest player in the previous competition was Sun Tianzhen of the Sun family, who was the runner-up at the time. He lost to Zhao Yuanhong of the Zhao family by a single move.

Now, he has achieved a remarkable leap forward, not only joining the Pingtian Sect but also overcoming numerous obstacles to become a formal outer disciple and then an inner disciple, all in just three years.

At that time, he broke the record with his top-notch Flowing Cloud Step technique, completing it in just one-eighth of an incense stick's time.

"The starting point is the 300-pound iron bow; if you can draw it and hold it steady, you will pass the test."

However, the difficulty increases exponentially with every 50 jin increase in the weight of the bow.

If one can steadily open a 450-jin (approximately 225 kg) container for ten consecutive breaths, one can be rated as Grade A.

The previous record was held by Zhao Yuanqing's elder brother, Zhao Yuanhong, who broke a 750-pound weight, demonstrating astonishing arm strength.

At the same time, with this power, he also became the top new disciple of the outer sect at that time, enjoying great glory.

Now he is not only an inner disciple, but also one of the best among the inner disciples!

Song Jing quickly weighed the options in his mind.

The sprint tests one's speed, breath control, and ability to withstand wind resistance. His strength lies in the perfect combination of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique and his Body Refining Realm physique.

The Force Gate, on the other hand, is a pure test of explosive power and muscular endurance. His confidence comes from his physique refined through the Body Refinement Realm, his Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, and his Golden Bell Shield Hammering foundation.

"If Brother Song wants to be well-informed, my second branch can arrange for him to take a test at the training ground first," Nie Shuli suggested.

The second wife has already placed all her hopes on Song Jing, so she is naturally willing to spend this amount of money on bribes.

"Thank you for your trouble." Song Jing nodded. He needed precise data, and he also needed a public presentation.

The inner city's "training ground" is dedicated to assessing the basic abilities of martial artists. Through connections, the second branch of the Nie family arranged a private mock test for Song Jing.

However, the well-informed eldest son of the family, led by Nie Feng, also "timely" appeared.

Upon seeing Song Jing, Nie Yun from the eldest branch of the family sneered first: "Oh, so the second branch's distinguished guest has also come to the training ground to get a feel for things? Don't let him fail to complete the 1000-zhang speed challenge or the 300-jin strength challenge later; that would be a huge joke."

Another cousin, Nie Lei, crossed his arms and scoffed, "Third brother, you think too highly of someone from the countryside. A thousand-foot sprint, if he's out of breath, he'll be finished halfway through. I bet he'll barely pass the speed test. Strength test? A three-hundred-pound iron bow? He'll probably break his fingers!"

"Exactly, I heard he specializes in leg techniques? He's just a fast rabbit, maybe he can handle speed techniques, but his strength techniques are definitely terrible!"

Others chimed in.

Nie Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes sharp as an eagle, scrutinizing Song Jing without uttering a word, but his condescending contempt was more piercing than any words.

Nie Shuli and the others looked grim.

The second son of the wife looked uneasy. The onlookers whispered among themselves; no one had any confidence in this young man from out of town.

Song Jing seemed not to hear and walked straight to the starting point of the "thousand-foot track". The track was flat, but there were several blowers on both sides to simulate disordered crosswinds.

"Noisy." He said it simply, without even turning around.

"Begin!" The steward lit the incense sticks.

Song Jing is about to unleash his full power with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, his figure moving like a shadow chasing lightning, quickly closing his armor!

"Whoosh!"

At the starting point, Song Jing's figure suddenly blurred, and in the next instant, a blue afterimage shot out like an arrow tearing through the air!

No, faster than an arrow!

Like a streak of blue lightning flying close to the ground!

"What?!" All the taunts froze instantly.

The azure figure transformed into a true "Wind Chaser" on the thousand-foot track! The Wind Chaser Leg Technique at its peak exploded with full force, the frequency of the leg swings so fast that it left afterimages, the steps were large and steady, and each push off the ground unleashed astonishing propulsion.

What's even more impressive is that, facing the chaotic winds blown by the blowers on both sides, he subtly adjusts his body, sometimes turning to the side like a fish, sometimes bending over like a leopard, and is able to use the wind force to dissolve the wind resistance into nothingness!

His breathing was long, steady, and without the slightest disturbance.

This is not just about speed, but also about the ultimate control over speed, body, and breath!

The distance of a thousand feet was rapidly shortened by that streak of blue lightning.

"call out--!"

A figure dashes across the finish line!

Almost simultaneously, the steward at the starting point extinguished the incense sticks.

The entire room fell silent.

The foreman, his hands trembling, held the incense stick up to his eyes, examining it closely, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He shouted hoarsely, "A thousand-foot sprint, time—a quarter of an incense stick's time! Attack!"

"Whoa—!!!"

After a brief silence, the entire audience erupted in a tsunami of gasps!

"A quarter of an incense stick?! Twice as fast as Sun Sihai?!"

"Did he borrow the wind?! No, how did he control the wind?!"

"Jia Shang! Shut down Jia Shang immediately! How many years has it been since we've had one?!"

Nie Yun, Nie Lei, and the others turned deathly pale, as if they had lost their parents. Nie Feng's pupils constricted, and for the first time, horror appeared on his face. Nie Shuli and the others were overjoyed, and the second branch of the family cheered.

"Hmph, luck, it must be a coincidence!" Nie Yun said, forcing a smile. "He must have focused all his skills on escaping, right? Strength will tell! I bet even 350 pounds couldn't pull him away!"

"That's right! Li Guan is a real man! Look at his skinny arms!" Nie Lei and the others seemed to have grasped at the last straw.

Song Jing calmly walked to the "strength testing area".

There was a row of iron bows on display, starting from 300 jin, increasing by 50 jin per level, with the largest being a giant bow weighing 800 jin.

He didn't even glance at the 300-pound one, and went straight to the 450-pound iron bow.

The bow was dark in color, and the bowstring was as thick as a thumb.

Hold the bow arm with one hand and place the other hand on the bowstring.

"open!"

With a low shout, he moved his waist and stance as one, and the muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, stretching the sleeve of his blue robe taut!

"Creak—squeak—!"

The sickeningly loud metallic bending and snapping of the bowstring was deafening! He had actually managed to draw that 450-pound iron bow steadily with one arm, the bowstring bending like a full moon!

One breath, two breaths, three breaths — ten breaths!

Steadfast as a rock! His arms didn't tremble at all, and his breathing remained steady!

"Four hundred and fifty catties, ten breaths in, first-class!" the steward announced loudly, his voice already filled with awe.

But this is far from over.

Song Jing released his grip, the bowstring snapped back with a dull thud. His gaze fell on the next bow—five hundred jin!

"He wants to try 500 jin?!" someone exclaimed in shock.

Song Jing did not pause and drew his bow again!

"Crunch!!"

An even more piercing sound! A five-hundred-pound iron bow, full moon!

Ten breaths, steady!

"Five hundred catties, ten breaths in!" The steward's voice trembled.

Song Jing put down the 500-jin bow and, under the breathless gaze of everyone, walked to the 550-jin iron bow, which was 200 jin short of the previous record!

This time, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

The blood and qi of the Flesh Refining Realm surged within his body, and the explosive power of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique and the bone and tendon strength honed by the Golden Bell Shield were all poured into his arms.

"ha!"

Exhale and make a sound, then strain your arms!

"Boom!!!"

It was like a thunderclap out of nowhere!

He pulled open that terrifying 550-pound iron bow with even more violence and speed, the bow groaning under the strain, bending like a dark full moon!

Not only did they meet the standard, but they achieved it with overwhelming force!

Ten breaths passed, and he remained completely still!

Setting down the iron bow, Song Jing's breathing was slightly labored, but his gaze remained sharp.

He glanced at the last bow, a massive 600-pound one, hesitated for a moment, and then decided not to try it. Now was not the time for a test of his limits; he needed to conserve his strength.

But that's enough.

The entire venue fell into utter silence once again. Even quieter, even more terrifying, than before.

The foreman's face flushed crimson. He roared with all his might, his voice piercing and shrill: "Li Guan, 550 jin, ten breaths—once in armor!"

"Double—double armor?!"

"Quickly close a quarter of an incense stick, forcefully close five hundred and fifty catties—this, this—"

"A monster! It's definitely a monster! How could there be such a monster in the outer city?!"

"Who just called it a rabbit? This is a humanoid beast! An ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin!"

Nie Yun, Nie Lei, and the others were pale, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Nie Feng's usually sharp eyes were now filled with unprecedented shock, solemnity, and a hint of deep-seated horror.

At this moment, they were indeed somewhat wary of Song Jing. Although he was a country bumpkin, he was quite capable.

This might actually pose a threat in the future, and it also serves as a reminder to the second branch of the family. They must make preparations to deal with this person during the period leading up to the Martial Arts Competition.

He finally realized what a terrifying opponent he was facing.

Nie Shuli's eyes filled with tears, and Nie Shuli covered her mouth, choking back sobs.

The cheers from the second son's brothers almost lifted the roof off.

"Speed—strength—both armored, breaking the previous record—" someone murmured dreamily, "This strength is more than just able to contend with Nie Feng—this clearly gives them the qualifications to challenge for the top twenty, or even the top ten, of the inner city!"

"So he's not only incredibly fast, his strength and physique are terrifying! How did he train like that?!"

All doubts, scorn, and ridicule vanished before these two astonishing achievements. In their place came countless gazes filled with awe, shock, and even fear.

Song Jing exhaled slowly, calming his blood and qi. He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Nie Feng and the others, whose faces were ashen, and finally nodded to Nie Shuli, who was too excited to speak.

"Test complete, let's go back."

His tone was calm, as if his astonishing performance just now was merely a casual act.

Having said that, he turned and left. The crowd parted like a tide, watching the figure in the blue robe disappear into the distance.

Quickly lock the armor and speed away!

With strength, he could break through a thousand pounds!

In the battle at the training ground, Song Jing's name will sweep across the entire inner city like a storm, becoming the most unpredictable and terrifying variable in this year's martial arts competition!

Everyone thought he might have some skill in speed, but they didn't expect his mastery of strength cultivation to be so high as well.

Not only is it powerful, but its strength is also incredibly strong?

It seems he also majored in a very powerful strength-based martial art.