Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 138 This is impossible

He wore a simple blue robe and stood tall and straight.

All eyes instantly turned to him.

The final decisive battle for the Nie family is about to begin in the hands of this young man from the outer city, who now holds the title of a disciple of the Pingtian Sect.

Song Jing, dressed in the robes of a Pingtianmen disciple, stepped into the center of the martial arts arena, onto the scorching hot bluestone ground baked by the blazing sun.

The entire Nie family ancestral home seemed to have been plunged into a deep pool with a pebble thrown in, first creating a strange, silent ripple.

Immediately, an even greater uproar and wave of doubt erupted with overwhelming force, almost completely engulfing his seemingly frail figure.

From the direction of the Nie family's main branch, it was like a firecracker chamber had been set ablaze. Laughter, mockery, and ridicule, mixed with undisguised malice, rained down on them: "Song Jing? That Song Jing from the outer city, who came up with a mud hut by sheer luck and ranked fifteenth? Does he even deserve to step onto this stage and challenge Senior Brother Nie Feng?"

"Hahaha, what an arrogant fool! Senior Brother Nie Feng is a true prodigy who earned his place at fourteenth through sheer skill! His Gale Blade Technique has been perfected over many years, reaching a level of consummate mastery! Recently, I've even heard he's had a sudden enlightenment, and is only one step away from reaching the 'perfect' realm! What is he compared to him?"

"Exactly! Speed ​​Guan's performance is slower than Senior Brother Nie Feng's, Strength Guan's bow draw is lighter than Senior Brother Nie Feng's, and he even conceded defeat in the actual battle! This cowardly piece of trash dares to go on stage?"

"He probably thinks that by wearing the shady skin of the Pingtianmen sect, Master Nie Feng will show mercy out of consideration for their shared sect and let him lose with some dignity? Bah! Dream on! On the arena, swords have no eyes!"

"Fifteen against fourteen? Is there even a need for a fight? I think Senior Brother Nie Feng is just being kind-hearted, planning to finish him off within ten moves to avoid embarrassing him!"

"Get out of here! You country bumpkin from out of town, don't you dare dirty the Nie family's training ground!"

Amid the commotion, even many members of the Nie family who had originally been invited to observe the ceremony or were neutral couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, whispering among themselves, their tone full of disapproval: "This young hero Song—his courage is commendable, stepping forward when the second branch was in dire straits; such loyalty is rare. But—he's a bit too overconfident."

"Yes, everyone has witnessed Nie Feng's strength. Once the Gale Blade Technique is unleashed, it's like a whirlwind, swift and unstoppable. Although Song Jing is also a genius, his ranking and battle record speak for themselves; the difference is not insignificant."

"I heard that in the final match of the martial arts competition, facing the arrogant Qian Rushan, he didn't even fight and just surrendered? Tsk—that mentality—he retreats when faced with a strong opponent, lacking the fierce courage and fighting spirit of a martial artist who would 'go against a thousand men.'"

"It is said that the Commandant greatly appreciated him and gave him an extra reward?"

Could it be that I've misjudged it?

"This young man may have some talent, but his martial spirit and character—I'm afraid he doesn't live up to the Captain's high expectations and the assessment that he's a promising young man from a humble background."

On the Nie family's second branch's side, the atmosphere was even more complex.

I am grateful for Song Jing's loyalty and courage in the face of adversity, but even deeper is the worry and despair that have almost solidified into reality.

Patriarch Nie Yundi's lips trembled. He wanted to say something encouraging or thankful to Song Jing in the arena, but when he looked at Nie Feng's imposing and sharp figure opposite him, and then at Song Jing's calm and even somewhat "weak" profile in his blue robe, all his words turned into a heavy sigh in his throat, full of helplessness and sorrow.

Beside him, a senior clan elder with white hair and beard couldn't help but lower his voice, lamenting, "Patriarch—this young hero Song—his loyalty is priceless. But this—this is clearly like throwing an egg against a rock, inviting humiliation! Nie Feng's Gale Blade Technique is already masterful; even a mid-stage Body Refining Realm expert might not fare well under his storm-like blade attacks."

Young Master Song—he only recently broke through to the Body Refining Realm, his foundation is not yet stable, how—how can he possibly defeat him? Alas! Even this last glimmer of hope seems destined to be extinguished!

"Yes, unless the second branch can invite Bai Yunfei, ranked eleventh, or Qian Wunian, ranked twelfth, or Zhao Yiming, ranked thirteenth, there might still be a glimmer of hope."

But he ranked fifteenth, and his scores in both speed and strength were inferior to others. In actual combat, he was even more cowardly before the battle even began. "This... this is simply hopeless!" Another key member of the second branch also looked ashamed and muttered to himself.

An atmosphere of despair, like an icy tide, permeated the hearts of every member of the second branch of the family. Many had already closed their eyes in anguish, unable to bear witnessing the expected yet utterly cruel scene.

Nie Shuli, with only traces of undried blood at the corners of his mouth and a face as pale as paper, struggled to support his swaying body with the help of his clansmen.

He didn't close his eyes, nor did he sigh. He just stared intently at the lone figure in blue robes standing in the arena with his bloodshot but still wide-open eyes.

The figure wasn't particularly tall or imposing; in fact, it seemed somewhat frail. But for some reason, deep within Nie Shuli's heart, which had been almost frozen by despair, a tiny crack was torn open by this figure. A faint hope, which even he himself found absurd and dared not think about deeply, flickered stubbornly like a candle in the wind.

In the arena, Nie Feng had already grown impatient.

He held the exquisite Blood Weapon Hundred-Refined Treasure Blade "Liefeng," which had been with him for many years and whose blade was faintly adorned with flowing wind patterns, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing to bring himself to peak condition.

When Song Jing finally stepped into the arena, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, sharp as a hawk's and cold as a frozen pool, carried a condescending scrutiny and undisguised contempt, scraping across Song Jing's entire body like a blade.

In his eyes, Song Jing was nothing more than a fool who had gained some fame by chance, was arrogant and ignorant, and came to his death.

Both were registered disciples of Pingtianmen?

That meager sentiment is insignificant in the face of family interests and an absolute disparity in strength.

"Song Jing?" Nie Feng spoke, his voice cold and deliberately drawn out with mockery. "I didn't expect you to actually dare to stand here."

He slightly raised his chin, his tone full of condescension: "Considering we are both disciples of the Pingtian Sect, and perhaps even fellow disciples in the future, I'll spare you some dignity. Ten moves, within ten moves, I'll let you walk away on your own. How about it?"

Song Jing seemed oblivious to the surging noise around him and to Nie Feng's undisguised contempt and disdain.

His expression was calm, his gaze was focused, as if he were in another tranquil world.

He slowly reached out and untied the long, thin object carefully wrapped in ordinary gray cloth from behind his back.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow, but carried a strange sense of rhythm.

As the layers of gray cloth were untied, a long spear, dark in color but faintly shimmering with crimson gold under the sunlight, gradually revealed its true form.

The spear was seven feet two inches long, with smooth lines on the shaft and a three-edged tip. Its cold light was concentrated in a single line, making it the "Crimson Stripe Wildfire Spear".

He closed his five fingers and firmly gripped the middle of the gun barrel.

The gun felt slightly heavy in my hand, with a familiar and reassuring temperature and pulse.

He flicked his wrist slightly, the tip of the gun pointing diagonally at the ground in front of him, cutting through the air and emitting a faint but clear hum.

Only then did he raise his eyes, calmly meeting Nie Feng's sharp and icy gaze, and utter only one clear word: "Fight."

No nonsense, no arguments, no passionate declarations.

There is only one word: calm, yet it carries a rock-solid steadfastness.

"Pretending!" Song Jing's calmness was seen by Nie Feng as the greatest provocation and ignorance.

His eyes suddenly turned cold. The last shred of "face" he held as a fellow disciple of the sect, already as thin as paper, was instantly replaced by icy rage and murderous intent. "Since you're so shameless and determined to die, then I'll grant your wish! I'll show you just how insurmountable the gap is between fourteenth and fifteenth place!"

"Whirlwind Slash - Starting Stance!"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Feng's body was released like a taut bowstring!

With a muffled thud on the bluestone ground beneath his feet, he transformed into a blurry gray shadow, carrying a sharp and domineering gust of wind as he rushed toward Song Jing!

The "Cold Wind Blade" in his hand was drawn with a clang, and a bright blade flashed out like a silver lightning bolt tearing through the sky. With a shrill and ear-piercing whistle, it seemed to really stir up a small whirlwind, with flying sand and stones, and fiercely slashed down towards Song Jing's face!

The blade moved so fast it left only a blur in the air; its strikes were ruthless and decisive, unleashing the most powerful element of the Gale Blade Technique from the very first strike.

It emphasizes a decisive, first-strike attack!

Clearly, Nie Feng had completely lost patience. He wanted to use the most domineering and swift methods to utterly crush this arrogant young man from the outer city in the shortest amount of time, shattering all his wishful thinking and composure.

To regain the face lost due to Song Jing's "delayed" appearance with an absolute victory, and to prove to everyone that he, Nie Feng, is the only pillar of the Nie family's future and the true top figure among the younger generation in the inner city!

Faced with this fierce and aggressive slash that seemed to cut him in two, Song Jing remained rooted to the spot, not moving an inch.

Just as the gleaming blade, accompanied by a fierce wind, was about to strike, the muscles in his right arm gripping the spear suddenly bulged. The dark spear in his hand seemed to awaken from a slumber, striking out like a dragon, arriving first despite being struck later!

"The First Form of the Wildfire Spear Technique—The First Spark!"

There was no fancy trajectory, no complicated changes.

The Crimson Wildfire Spear transformed into a straight, pure, and extremely fast crimson-gold lightning bolt, carrying an indomitable and resolute momentum, precisely striking the most intense point among the myriad sword lights, a point where the old power was about to be exhausted, the new power had not yet been generated, and the power transformation was most subtle!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening, teeth-grinding clang of metal suddenly exploded in the arena! Sparks flew everywhere like fireworks!

The moment the swords clashed, the sinister smile on Nie Feng's face froze, then turned into a look of astonishment and disbelief.

He felt as if his "Frosty Wind Blade" had not struck an ordinary iron spear, but rather a towering iron mountain standing before him!

A powerful, heavy, and overwhelming force, like a raging beast bursting its banks, slammed into his arm along the blade and pierced straight through his shoulder blade!

His fierce momentum was abruptly halted by this immense force, even forcing him to pause slightly backward! A distinct tingling and numbness shot through his arm, and his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain!

"Wow—such powerful strength!" Nie Feng was shocked, and his pupils contracted slightly.

This was completely unexpected!

In his mind, even if this strike couldn't send Song Jing flying along with his gun, it would at least force him to stagger backward, leaving him in a sorry state.

But the result was that the other party remained as steady as a mountain, while he himself was shaken so badly that his arm went numb.

What did this kid eat to grow up like this?

Is the power really that terrifying?

No! It must be a coincidence!

He reacted hastily, using some kind of explosive technique!

Nie Feng immediately found a reason for himself.

He absolutely refused to believe that a peasant from an outer city, ranked lower than himself, could surpass him in pure strength!

He was a genius nurtured by the eldest branch of the Nie family, never lacking in cultivation resources. He mainly practiced powerful and swift techniques such as the Gale Blade Technique, and his strength was definitely among the best of his generation in the inner city!

However, before his initial shock and self-consolation could settle, Song Jing made a move.

One move, and it was earth-shattering!

The Wind Chasing Leg Technique, at its perfected state, erupted fiercely, supported by the powerful, furnace-like blood and qi of the mid-stage Flesh Refining Realm!

His leg muscles instantly expanded and contracted, and the bluestone beneath his feet made a slight cracking sound. He was like a blue lightning bolt tearing through the air, no, more agile and more unpredictable than lightning!

With the Nine Shadow Steps, which had already reached the minor completion stage and had a deeper understanding of "illusion" and "transformation", his figure suddenly became blurry and elusive in Nie Feng's eyes!

Just a moment ago, Song Jing was directly in front of him, directly confronting his blade.

The next instant, the cyan figure seemed to vanish into thin air, and then, like a ghost, suddenly appeared from the blind spot in his left eye!

The dark red spear in his hand, using the momentum of the movement, drew a fierce arc, carrying a tragic and domineering whistling sound, and swept fiercely towards his waist and ribs!

The wind from the gunshot was so strong that it made his clothes flutter and his skin sting!

"The Second Form of the Wildfire Spear Technique—Fire Borrows the Wind's Momentum!"

This sweep was not a simple annihilation of an army. Faint crimson-gold patterns shimmered across the spear's surface, as if a scorching flame truly clung to it, ready to incinerate everything it touched!

The gun's speed was astonishing, and its power was even greater than the previous thrust!

Alarm bells rang in Nie Feng's mind! After all, he was a genius who had experienced countless battles and emerged from countless fights, so he remained calm despite his alarm.

His extensive combat experience allowed him to twist his body and draw his sword back at the last second, holding the "Cold Wind Blade" upright at his side, using the thickest part of the blade to meet the sweeping spear shaft.

"clang--!!!"

Then came another, even deeper and more awe-inspiring roar! It was like two bronze bells colliding violently!

This time, Nie Feng felt it even more clearly! The power emanating from the spear was like a charging elephant, or a collapsing mountain!

He felt as if he was blocking not a spear, but a massive siege engine sweeping across the city!

An immense force struck him, and he could no longer maintain his balance. He was pushed back three steps uncontrollably by the force.

Each step left a clear footprint on the hard bluestone ground, sending pebbles flying! The tingling and numbness in his right arm, which held the knife, intensified, and a burning pain shot through his thumb and forefinger, as if it were about to split open! The blood in his chest surged violently, almost rising to his throat!

"This—how is this possible?!" Nie Feng's heart was finally filled with shock. His previous contempt and disdain were instantly replaced by great shock and a faint sense of unease.

It's no coincidence!

Absolutely not!