Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 139 A Decisive Victory, Divine Weapon Advancement

This kid's strength is actually above mine!

Moreover—it's far superior!

He felt the numbness in his arms and the churning of his blood, and finally had to face this cruel reality.

The opponent's strength has probably reached the level of an ordinary late-stage Body Refining Realm martial artist!

This is simply unbelievable!

How exactly did he train?

Could it be that the hardships of life in the outer city have forged such an inhuman physique?

No! So what if you're strong?

Martial arts duels are not solely based on brute force!

My Gale Blade Technique emphasizes speed like the wind, unpredictability, using speed to overcome slowness, and skill to defeat force!

Nie Feng gritted his teeth, suppressing the shock and unease in his heart, and his eyes became sharp and fierce again.

He is Nie Feng, an inner city genius, and a future official disciple of Pingtian Sect. He absolutely cannot be suppressed here, in front of everyone, by an outer city kid, someone ranked lower than him!

"A fleeting glimpse of a whirlwind! A chaotic dance of wind!"

Nie Feng let out a low roar, pouring all the pent-up frustration and anger in his heart into the blade!

He pushed the Gale Blade Technique to its current limit!

The blood and qi of the early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm surged wildly within his body and were injected into the "Frosty Wind Blade".

In an instant, the gleaming blade light erupted like a volcanic eruption! It was no longer a simple slash or two, but transformed into a dazzling, layered, and illusory silver net of blades!

The sword light was like a waterfall, or like snowflakes flying in a gale, carrying a sharp aura that could tear everything apart, and it swept over Song Jing's direction like a blanket!

The speed and precision of the blade's strikes seemed to completely lock, cut, and shred the space around Song Jing!

He wanted to use his best speed and exquisite swordsmanship to turn the tide and completely overwhelm this strangely powerful boy in his storm of sword light!

However, what happened next shocked Nie Feng and everyone watching with wide eyes.

Faced with the overwhelming, seemingly all-pervasive, sharp net of blades, Song Jing moved once more.

This time, his movements became even more unpredictable and elusive.

The Nine Shadow Steps, though only at the minor stage, displayed incredible power under the precise control of the immense blood and energy and powerful spiritual energy of the mid-stage Body Refining Realm cultivator.

His body seemed to have lost its weight, or as if it had transformed into willow catkins in the wind or fish swimming in the water.

Amidst the dense gaps of blades, he moved with a posture that almost defied human biomechanics, performing subtle, swift, and extremely efficient maneuvers.

Sometimes, like a nimble ape climbing a tree, it would slip through the tiny angle between two intersecting blades; sometimes, like a ghostly shadow skimming the ground, it would narrowly avoid a sharp blade sweeping down from the ground; and sometimes, as if it had no bones, its body would twist in ways unimaginable to ordinary people, escaping from the encirclement of several blades by the slightest margin!

The perfected Wind Chasing Leg Technique grants him terrifying linear speed and the ability to change direction within a small space.

Often, just as Nie Feng's blade touched the afterimage he left behind, his true form would already appear in a completely unexpected location.

He didn't just dodge blindly. While dodging, the Crimson Wildfire Spear in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, always able to strike the most deadly and perfectly timed blows from the most tricky angles. Whether it was a point, a flick, or a strike, each move precisely disrupted the connection of Nie Feng's sword techniques, ruined his offensive rhythm, and forced Nie Feng to be distracted and return to defense.

The two fought at breakneck speed, their figures crisscrossing, separating, and colliding at high speed on the field.

The sound of metal clashing against metal exploded continuously like popping beans, sparks flew everywhere, and powerful energy swept across the ground, causing sand and stones to fly.

Those clansmen with lower cultivation levels outside the arena could barely make out the specific moves of the two, only seeing two blurry figures, one gray and one green, and the constantly blooming and disappearing sword and spear shadows.

"This...this kid's movement technique...how can it be so bizarre?!"

"How could he move so freely through Senior Brother Nie Feng's dense net of swords? How is that possible?!"

"Did you see that? It looks like—it looks like he took a direct hit from Senior Brother Nie Feng's blade?!"

Someone with sharp eyes exclaimed in surprise. In a very dangerous dodge, Song Jing's left shoulder seemed to have failed to completely avoid a slashing blade, the edge striking his blue robe squarely!

However, the expected scene of blood splattering and broken bones did not occur.

The moment the blade touched the body, there was only a dull "thud," as if it had struck thick, water-soaked leather!

Song Jing's figure swayed slightly, and his movements were not even slightly delayed. He thrust his spear straight at Nie Feng's chest, forcing Nie Feng to withdraw his sword and defend.

The blue robe on Song Jing's shoulder was only torn open, revealing skin underneath that was slightly golden but without any scars!

That pale gold flashed by in an instant, yet it was like a brand, deeply imprinted in the eyes of everyone who witnessed it!

"Hard---Hard-body training?! And---to such a profound level?!" This time, Nie Feng truly felt his scalp tingle, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!

He felt it more clearly than anyone else on the field! That last strike, he used at least 70% of his strength, and it landed squarely!

The shockwave he felt, and the fact that his opponent was completely unharmed, told him a cruel truth: his opponent's defense was also at an appalling level!

It is probably no less powerful than the protective true energy of an ordinary late-stage Body Refining Realm martial artist!

His strength is comparable to the late stage of the Body Refinement Realm!

His movements were unpredictable and his speed was no less than mine!

Now even their defenses are ridiculously strong!

What the hell is that monster?!

Nie Feng roared inwardly, his previous shock completely turning into horror and a trace of uncontrollable panic.

He had never encountered such a well-rounded opponent! No, it wasn't just well-rounded, it was downright monstrous!

How arduous is the training of external martial arts?

It requires a huge amount of time and resources, and involves enduring unimaginable beatings and medicinal baths. Progress is slow, and the effect on combat power is not as immediate as that of offensive techniques.

Therefore, very few of the geniuses in the inner city who come from privileged backgrounds and pursue quick success and flashy combat techniques are willing to major in this field, let alone cultivate it to such a profound level that can rival the defense of the late-stage Body Refining Realm!

What terrifying perseverance and endurance that requires!

Strength, speed, and defense—his three most prized fundamental attributes—were all completely outmatched?!

This realization was like ice water poured over his head, causing Nie Feng's heart to sink continuously.

His advantage in suppressing his opponents with the "Cold Wind Blade" seemed to be less effective against the opponent's strange long spear.

His exquisite Whirlwind Blade Technique, which he had painstakingly honed over many years and was nearly perfect, proved ineffective against his opponent's perfected basic leg techniques and unpredictable movement. Instead, he felt restrained and led by the nose!

He was under a lot of pressure at this moment, a pressure he only felt when facing the top disciples of the four major families in the inner city.

At this moment, Song Jing suddenly reminded me of myself when I was facing Qian Rushan and his group!

No! I haven't lost yet! I still have a trump card! I still have the Gale Blade Intent!

A ruthless glint flashed in Nie Feng's eyes.

He bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain and the taste of blood jolted him awake.

He no longer tried to suppress with pure skill and speed, but instead focused his mind on the sword technique, trying to trigger the ultimate move, the Absolute Breath Slash, which he had only recently touched upon and could not yet fully control!

Although it's only in its rudimentary form, it's enough to elevate the power and speed of his swordsmanship to a new level, and even affect the opponent's mind. "Whirlwind - Last Breath Slash!"

Nie Feng let out a roar like a wounded beast, and his aura suddenly became violent and chaotic, as if a small whirlwind was actually generated around him!

He gripped the knife with both hands, pouring all his blood, spirit, and even the slightest trace of violent sword intent into this single strike!

The "Frosty Wind Blade" emitted a sharp tremor, and faint blue energy swirled around its blade! This strike no longer pursued complex variations; it was simply the purest, most extreme, fastest, and most ruthless vertical slash!

Before the blade even arrived, the sharp and domineering blade intent had already locked onto Song Jing, as if it wanted to completely cleave and tear him and the surrounding space apart!

This strike was the strongest attack that Nie Feng could ever unleash before!

Its power was definitely at the top level of the mid-stage of the Body Refining Realm! He was confident that even if the opponent had amazing defense, taking this blow head-on would definitely not end well!

However, facing this strike that had reached its peak in power and seemed to carry the might of heaven and earth, Song Jing finally showed a solemn expression for the first time, but without any fear.

He took a deep breath, and the blood and qi in his body, which were like a furnace in the mid-stage of the Body Refining Realm, surged wildly. The Golden Bell Shield technique was activated automatically, and the pale golden luster under his skin became more solid.

At the same time, he shifted his feet, combining the Perfected Chasing Wind Leg Technique with the Nine Shadow Steps, his body advancing instead of retreating, like a petrel swimming against the wind and current!

Instead of directly confronting the blade, at the last moment before the blade was about to strike, he slightly shifted his body at an incredible angle. At the same time, the Crimson Wildfire Spear in his hand, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, did not stab at Nie Feng, but rather precisely pointed at a point on the side of the "Crimson Wind Blade," about one-third of the way from the hilt!

That place is the hub where the power of this strike is transmitted, and it is also the most vulnerable point where the old force has been unleashed and the new force is being transformed!

"The Wildfire Spear Technique—The First Spark!"

It was still a basic shot, but this shot contained his full understanding of the "wildfire" concept of "aggression like fire and speed like the wind," and it also embodied his surge of power and speed after the breakthrough, as well as his precise grasp of the opportunity!

"Clang—click—!"

First came a deafening crash, followed by a faint yet incredibly clear, heartbreaking cracking sound!

Under Nie Feng's horrified and incredulous gaze, at the moment he poured all his strength into unleashing this peak strike, his treasured sword "Liefeng," forged at great expense and used in his battles for many years, was actually struck in its most vulnerable structural point by the opponent's seemingly simple spear!

Under the opponent's overwhelming and terrifying strength and extremely precise impact, the blade broke in two!

The upper half of the blade spun and flew into the air, reflecting a chilling light in the sunlight.

The violent sword intent and power lost their vessel and backfired on itself.

Nie Feng felt as if he had been struck hard in the chest by an invisible hammer. His vision went black and he felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain!

He was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, violently flung away by the enormous recoil and internal force. He drew a messy arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground several feet away like a broken sack, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

He struggled to get up, but felt as if his internal organs had shifted, his bones were about to crack, and his blood and qi were in complete disarray. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his vision went black. For a moment, he completely lost the strength to get up and fight again.

Quiet.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the entire training ground.

Only the broken half of the blade spun and fell, finally landing with a "clang" on the stone surface not far from Nie Feng, making a hollow and piercing sound, as if drawing a cruel end to this duel.

Lost?

Nie Feng—a genius nurtured by the eldest branch of the Nie family, a standout among the younger generation in the inner city, ranked fourteenth in the martial arts competition, and a rising star among the outer disciples of the Pingtian Sect—actually—lost?

Song Jing, who was ranked only fifteenth, came from an outer city, and was not favored by anyone before, was defeated head-on after a fierce battle of one hundred moves. His weapon was broken, he coughed up blood and fell to the ground, completely losing his fighting ability.

At that moment, everyone's brains seemed to stop functioning.

Whether it was the arrogant and mocking members of the first branch of the family, the worried and desperate members of the second branch, or the neutral observers, they were all frozen in place as if under a spell.

Their gazes lingered blankly between Nie Feng, who lay sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood, and the young man in the blue robe standing in the center of the arena, holding a gun. Though his breathing was slightly labored and sweat beaded on his forehead, his posture remained upright like a pine tree, and his eyes were sharp and calm.

Incomprehension, disbelief, incredulity—all sorts of emotions raged wildly in their hearts like a storm.

After a brief, suffocating silence came a commotion far more violent and chaotic than the opening scene—a cataclysmic upheaval!

"He won—he won?! Song Jing won?! He really defeated Nie Feng?!"

"My God! Am I dreaming? Senior Brother Nie Feng—he actually lost?!"

"One hundred moves! A hundred moves of fierce fighting! A head-on rout! Even the sword broke! This—this is simply revolutionary!"

"His power! Did you see that? That's not the power you'd expect from someone in the early stages of the Body Refinement Realm! And that movement technique, it's like a ghost! And that defense, it's like a knife cutting right through you! What kind of monster is this?!"

"The Martial Arts Competition! He definitely held back in the Martial Arts Competition! With the strength he displayed today, how could Su Guan only manage a quarter of an incense stick's worth? How could Li Guan only manage 550 jin? If he unleashed his full power, he could pull at least 700 jin! And his speed would definitely be even faster!"

"He admitted defeat to Qian Rushan? I'm starting to suspect that he simply didn't want to reveal his full strength in that situation, or perhaps—he felt it was unnecessary? This young man—he's cunning and has grand ambitions!"

"Monster! This is the real dark horse! How could such a true dragon be raised in the outer city?!"

"Commander—your discerning eye is truly remarkable! This young man deserves the title of 'a noble son from a humble background'!"

The gasps, gasps of shock, and incredulous discussions were like boiling water, almost lifting the roof off the Nie family's ancestral home.

All eyes were focused on the boy in the center of the room, filled with shock, awe, curiosity, and a complex mix of emotions.

The main branch of the Nie family was already deathly silent, a stark contrast to the surrounding clamor.

Nie Yuntian stood frozen on the high platform like a clay or wooden sculpture, his face drained of color, his lips trembling, yet he couldn't utter a single word. It was as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant, making him look more than ten years older.

Nie Yun, Nie Lei, and other members of the eldest son's family who had been the most vocal before were now ashen-faced, their legs weak, and they were almost collapsing to the ground. Their gazes toward Song Jing were filled with fear and lingering dread.

They never expected that this young man from the outer city, whom they had always looked down upon and mocked, would possess such terrifying strength and defeat their invincible senior brother, Nie Feng, head-on!

That dark red spear seemed to hang in their hearts as well.

"Good! Good! Good! Hahahaha—!!"

In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the main branch of the Nie family, the second branch was filled with an explosive burst of joy and excitement!

The family head, Nie Yundi, suddenly jumped up from his seat, so excited that he even knocked over the chair behind him.

Tears streamed down his face, his white beard trembled violently, and he said "good" three times in a row. Finally, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and let out a near-manic laugh, which was filled with the ecstasy of escaping a desperate situation, the release of long-suppressed emotions, and endless gratitude to Song Jing!

"Heaven has not forsaken my second branch! Heaven has not forsaken my second branch! Young Hero Song! You are truly a divine being! I—I was blind and even doubted your power before—I am ashamed! I am so ashamed!" Nie Yundi was so excited that he stood up incoherently and bowed deeply to Song Jing in the arena, disregarding his status as the head of the family.

Nie Shuli, who was seriously injured, was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes and his whole body was trembling.

Supported by his clansmen, he staggered but resolutely cleared the area around the field. Facing Song Jing, who was slowly sheathing his gun and calming his breathing, he mustered all his strength and bowed deeply. His voice, choked with emotion and hoarse, yet incredibly loud, resounded throughout the entire area: "Brother Song! Words cannot express our gratitude! You turned the tide and saved our second branch from ruin! This kindness and favor will be etched in the hearts of everyone in the Nie family for eternity!"

He straightened up, ignoring the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his gaze gleaming, his demeanor resolute and unwavering, filled with an unquestionable solemnity and sincerity: "Brother Song, rest assured! I, Nie Shuli, hereby swear in the name of the Second Branch Young Master, and by the spirits of the Nie family ancestors, that I will never forget my previous promises, and will never break my word! The Star Pattern Iron Essence will be presented intact within three days! Uncle Zhu's guidance is ready to be bestowed upon you at any time, and I will have Uncle Zhu impart all his knowledge to you without reservation!"

When my second uncle, Daoyi, a Bone Forging Realm expert who has been cultivating in seclusion in the prefectural city, returns home for a visit, I, Nie Shuli, will kneel and beg, on behalf of Brother Song, to grant him half a day to listen to the teachings of a Bone Forging Realm expert!

At this moment, all the previous doubts, ridicule, contempt, and despair were shattered and vanished before the broken "Frosty Wind Blade" and the boy's upright, spear-like figure.

Instead, there was a profound shock, a heartfelt reverence for the strong, a complex mix of emotions about the Nie family's second branch's miraculous survival, and boundless imagination about the future of that young man in the robe.

Song Jing nodded to Nie Shuli, who was so excited he could hardly contain himself, his expression remaining calm, though a hint of relief and faint expectation flickered deep in his eyes.

He looked down at the dark red spear in his hand, the crimson patterns on the spear tip flowing quietly in the sunlight, as if yearning for the upcoming tempering and transformation of the "Star Pattern Iron Essence".

"Star Pattern Iron Essence—Nie Zhu's guidance—and also, a half-day opportunity to become a Bone Forging Realm expert—" He thought to himself, and an even more fervent fighting spirit quietly rose in his chest.

This battle not only fulfilled his promise and won a chance for the second branch of the Nie family to survive, but also allowed him to thoroughly test his true combat power after breaking through to the mid-stage of the Flesh Refining Realm. In this inner city, he truly earned his own reputation.

The rewards he is about to receive are an indispensable and precious resource on his path to becoming stronger.

With this piece of star-patterned iron essence, the Crimson Wildfire Spear will surely be able to advance!

The turmoil in the inner city seemed to have just begun to stir.

The Chengyun Martial Arts School and the Jinglei Martial Arts School have been constantly at odds. The duel between the two schools is scheduled for a month later. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen then!

After this battle, Song Jing was no longer an uninvolved observer hidden from the world, but had become a crucial piece in this game that no one could ignore and that required serious attention.

And sooner or later he will become the player in this game!