Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 146 Instantly Kills Bai Yunfei, Just as Everyone Expected.

On the Pingtianmen Kung Fu Pavilion's challenge leaderboard, following the mysterious "Yi," several dazzling names successively and boldly broke through the second challenge, leaving a brilliant record on the leaderboard and proving the profound foundation of the inner city's top geniuses:

[Category C - Qian Rushan - Main Cultivation Technique: Mountain-Splitting Axe Technique - Progress: Second Stage]

[Category C - Zhao Yuanqing - Main Skill: Whirlwind Willow Sword - Progress: Second Stage]

[Category C, Li Qingmei, Main Skills: Listening to the Wind and Locating Positions/Shadow Needle, Progress: Second Stage]

[Section C - Sun Sihai - Main Skills: Wave-Treading Step/Water-Splitting Thrust Technique - Progress: Second Stage]

The Four Heroes of the Inner City lived up to their names, all passing the second test of the Cultivation Technique Pavilion! Moreover, each of them has broken into the top twenty in the disciple rankings and advanced to the C-rank zone.

Within the Pingtianmen branch, disciples' treatment is directly linked to their ranking:

Dingzi Zone: The lowest level, corresponding to the vast majority of registered disciples. The daily cultivation time in the Cultivation Pavilion is only two hours.

C-ranked areas: those ranked sixteenth to twentieth have their cultivation time increased to four hours.

Zone B: Ranked from fifth to fifteenth, cultivation time can reach six hours.

Zone A: Limited to the top five outer sect disciples, their entry into the outer sect of Pingtian Sect is almost a certainty, and they enjoy a terrifying ten hours of cultivation time.

While the success of the Four Heroes is admirable, it feels more "as expected" than the mysterious and awe-inspiring impact of "righteousness" in the past.

After all, they are the undisputed pinnacle of the younger generation in the inner city, possessing the most advanced resources and heritage.

Following closely behind is another figure who has garnered significant attention and is closely connected to Song Jing:

[Section B - Lei Zhen - Main Skill: Thunderclap Palm Technique - Progress: Second Stage]

Lei Zhen has also passed the second test!

Its Thunderclap Palm technique is incredibly powerful, no less so than top-tier martial arts techniques like the Qian family's Mountain-Splitting Axe technique.

The news spread, further fueling his fearsome reputation. Everyone knew that his "autumn agreement" with Qingyun Martial Arts School was imminent, and this further improvement in strength would undoubtedly be a double blow to Qingyun Martial Arts School.

The dispute between the two major martial arts schools in the inner city has reached a fever pitch.

The Thunderclap Martial Arts School pressed on relentlessly, and Lei Zhen's absurd demand to take Li Ling Shuang as a concubine repeatedly trampled on the dignity of the Qingyun Martial Arts School.

With the start of autumn approaching, friction between the two companies is intensifying.

On this day, the conflict escalated once again.

Disciples of the Thunderclap Martial Arts School provoked trouble near the Qingyun Martial Arts School's properties, injuring an apprentice and hurling insults at Li Ling Shuang. The conflict escalated into a small-scale brawl.

When the news reached them, the entire Qingyun Martial Arts School was outraged. Even though the eldest disciple, Bai Yunfei, knew he was no match, he still gritted his teeth and volunteered to fight despite the humiliation inflicted upon the school.

After discussing with the elders, the master of the martial arts school agreed that he would negotiate on his behalf, even if he lost, to show that Qingyun Martial Arts School would never bend.

Thus, in the central square of the inner city, under the watchful eyes of countless onlookers, Bai Yunfei and Lei Zhen, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, confronted each other in public.

"Bai Yunfei? You think you're worthy to represent Qingyun Martial Arts School?" Lei Zhen crossed his arms, his expression arrogant as if looking down on an ant. "What, is your school master afraid, sending out a piece of trash like you to embarrass himself?"

"Lei Zhen! How dare you be so arrogant! You injured my martial arts school's disciple and tarnished my junior sister's reputation. Today, I, Bai Yunfei, will demand justice from you!" Bai Yunfei's face was ashen as he drew his sword and pointed it directly at his opponent. He knew the chances of winning were slim, but his senior brother's dignity and his responsibility to the sect compelled him to stand up.

"Fairness? Hahahaha!" Lei Zhen laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surrounding area. "Might makes right! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish! I'll show you how utterly pathetic so-called geniuses are before me!"

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Zhen suddenly leaped up!

Pale purple lightning crackled and leaped across his palm as the Thunderclap Palm Technique, carrying a violent aura, aimed straight at Bai Yunfei's face!

Bai Yunfei pushed the Qingyun Sword Technique to its limit, the sword light like a waterfall, but he could only last for less than ten moves before being struck on the shoulder by a palm, coughing up blood and staggering backward.

Fifteen moves, and the sternum will break.

After twenty moves, he was struck in the back of the chest, collapsed to the ground, his face ashen, and completely incapacitated.

A crushing defeat! Absolutely no surprise!

"Trash!" Lei Zhen withdrew his palm and stood up, glaring at the fallen Bai Yunfei. His gaze swept over the pale-faced members of the Qingyun Martial Arts School in the distance. His voice was loud and clear, filled with arrogance and humiliation: "See this? This is your Qingyun Martial Arts School's strongest young disciple? He couldn't last twenty moves against me! Trash!"

He stepped forward, his arrogance growing even stronger: "My previous words still stand! Today, I, Lei Zhen, have set up this arena! Anyone from your Qingyun Martial Arts School who is at the Body Refining Realm, regardless of age, is welcome to come up if they think they can fight! If anyone can defeat me even with a single move, my previous conditions will be null and void!"

He paused, a cruel smile curving his lips: "If no one dares to step forward, or if they're all this kind of trash—then just accept your fate! I want the black iron ore! I want Li Ling Shuang too! No need to wait for the Autumn Equinox agreement, let's settle it all today!"

These words were like a knife, cutting into the hearts of everyone at Qingyun Martial Arts School.

The museum owner's eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his face, yet he felt utterly powerless.

Even the strongest, Bai Yunfei, suffered such a miserable defeat. Who else is capable of fighting?

The elders are stronger, but if they intervene, the situation will completely spiral out of control and could escalate into a full-blown conflict between the two martial arts schools.

Li Ling Shuang stood beside the owner of the museum, her delicate body trembling slightly, her pretty face pale.

Looking at her seriously injured and unconscious senior brother, and listening to Lei Zhen's harsh and arrogant declaration, she felt a surge of grief, humiliation, and icy coldness in her heart.

Is there really no hope left?

Her eyes searched anxiously through the crowd, as if looking for a last straw.

Just when Qingyun Martial Arts School was in despair, Lei Zhen's arrogance reached its peak, and the onlookers thought the outcome was decided, "Song Jing of Pingtianmen, representing Qingyun Martial Arts School, requests to fight."

A calm and clear voice pierced through the noise and clearly reached everyone's ears.

The crowd parted automatically, and a tall, slender figure in blue, carrying a long object wrapped in gray cloth on his back, walked in slowly and steadily.

Clad in a simple blue robe, with a calm face and eyes as still as an ancient well, he was none other than Song Jing.

"Song Jing?"

"That Song Jing from the outer city? A disciple of Pingtianmen?"

"He wants to challenge Lei Zhen? Is he crazy?"

"He only defeated Nie Feng. Can Nie Feng compare to Lei Zhen?"

"Commendable courage, but just suicide!"

An uproar erupted again. No one expected that the one who stepped forward at this moment would be Song Jing, a young man from the outer city who had only recently joined the sect!

The members of Qingyun Martial Arts School reacted in various ways, as if struck by lightning.

The museum owner and the elders were taken aback at first, a faint glimmer of hope flashing in their eyes, but it was immediately overwhelmed by greater doubts.

Song Jing defeated Nie Feng and the others, but Lei Zhen is a monster who can rival the Four Heroes of the Inner City!

How could Song Jing possibly defeat him?

Don't let youthful impetuosity cost you your life!

Several of Bai Yunfei's close junior brothers openly showed their disdain and contempt.

"Song Jing? Who does he think he is? Does he even deserve to represent Qingyun Martial Arts School?"

"Just because he won once by sheer luck, he thinks he's all that?"

"Trying to show off in front of Junior Sister Ling Shuang? Don't you even know your own limitations!"

"Master, we can't let him mess around! Losing would be even more embarrassing!"

However, contrary to everyone's surprise and disdain, the moment Li Ling Shuang saw Song Jing's figure, an excited blush suddenly surged on her pale face, and the despair in her beautiful eyes vanished, replaced by an amazing brilliance, as if stars were shining in the dark night.

"He's here—he's really here—" she murmured to herself, a warm current carrying a strong sense of hope sweeping through her body. She knew Song Jing; he was calm, kept his promises, and never spoke recklessly.

He must have the confidence to stand up!

This trust stemmed from their acquaintance in the outer city, from his amazing performance on the training ground, and from the miracles he created time and time again.

"Master, I believe in him!" Li Ling Shuang suddenly spoke, her voice trembling but firm. "Senior Brother Song—he can definitely do it!"

"Ling Shuang, you—" The curator was stunned. He looked at the rekindled flame of hope in his grandniece's eyes, then at Song Jing, who was unusually calm in the arena, and was filled with doubt and surprise.

However, this unwavering trust, to Bai Yunfei, who had just been awakened by his fellow disciples, barely able to sit up, and whose heart was filled with humiliation and resentment, was like adding fuel to the fire.

"Cough cough—cough cough cough!" Bai Yunfei coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, forcing himself to lift his head. His gaze towards Song Jing was filled with anger, doubt, and a sharp "What right do you have?" His voice was hoarse, almost a shout: "Song Jing! You—you can't even beat me, what right do you have to represent my Qingyun Martial Arts School in this battle?! Haven't we lost enough face for Qingyun Martial Arts School—cough cough—already?!"

He stared intently at Song Jing, as if trying to root him to the spot with his gaze: "If you really think you can do it, fine! Get past me first! Let me see what makes you qualified to stand here and challenge Lei Zhen!"

As he spoke, he disregarded his serious injuries and struggled to stand up, supported by his fellow disciples, and reached for the longsword that had fallen not far away.

His injuries were extremely severe, and this struggle aggravated them, causing blood to gush from the corner of his mouth and his face to become even paler, but his eyes burned with an almost obsessive light.

He doesn't believe it!

I absolutely do not believe that this former "defeated opponent" can surpass me in such a short time, let alone challenge Lei Zhen!

At this moment, Song Jing's stepping forward was not seen as heroic, but as an even greater insult—firstly, after Bai Yunfei's desperate defense of the sect's dignity ended in a crushing defeat, he came out to "pick up the bargain" and "gain fame"!

"Yunfei! Your injuries are too severe, you must not move!" the master said urgently.

"Senior Brother!" Several junior brothers also hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

But Bai Yunfei ignored him, staring intently at Song Jing, panting, "What? You're scared? If you're scared, get off! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

The sidelines were completely silent.

Everyone watched this sudden conflict unfold within the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy.

Looking at Bai Yunfei, who was struggling to get up, his face full of stubbornness and resentment, Song Jing saw no anger in his eyes, only a faint understanding.

He understood Bai Yunfei's feelings at that moment. It was an instinctive rejection and attack on anyone who might "replace" him or even "highlight" his incompetence after his dignity had been completely crushed.

"In that case," Song Jing finally spoke, his voice still calm, "then we shall do as Senior Brother Bai says."

He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of Bai Yunfei, without taking out his gun, standing empty-handed. "Senior Brother Bai is injured, so I, Song, will take one of your attacks bare-handed. If I retreat even half a step, or need to use a weapon to defend myself, then I will lose, immediately withdraw, and no longer interfere in this matter. What do you say?"

These words caused another uproar among the crowd.

How did he catch the heavily injured Bai Yunfei with his bare hands?

He's not going to retreat even half a step or use weapons? Song Jing is being far too arrogant.

Moreover, Bai Yunfei was, after all, a master who ranked fourteenth in the martial arts competition at that time.

Although Bai Yunfei was seriously injured, he was still in the early stage of the Flesh Refining Realm, and his desperate attack was not to be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yunfei was first stunned, and then an even greater sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

To catch a move bare-handed? This was blatant contempt for him! He laughed angrily, "Fine! Fine! Song Jing, you asked for this!"

Without further hesitation, he used all his remaining strength and resentment towards Song Jing to grab the longsword from the ground. He disregarded sword techniques and poured all his strength and last bit of blood into this simplest and most direct thrust!

The sword light dimmed, yet it carried a tragic and resolute determination as it pierced straight into Song Jing's chest!

This is no longer a friendly exchange; it's practically a life-or-death struggle!

Faced with this sword strike that embodied all of Bai Yunfei's resentment and rage, Song Jing's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not dodge, but simply raised his right arm, fingers spread, and met the oncoming sword tip head-on!

"Is he insane?!"

"Catch the sword with your hands?!"

Exclamations erupted from all sides.

However, the next moment, something chilling happened.

"bite""

A clear yet strange sound rang out.

The moment Song Jing's seemingly ordinary hand touched the tip of the sword, a faint golden luster, so subtle it was almost invisible to the naked eye, suddenly flashed beneath his skin!

The longsword pierced Song Jing's palm as if it had struck refined steel! The blade bent into a breathtaking arc, groaning under the strain, yet it could not advance an inch! It didn't even pierce the skin of Song Jing's palm!

Song Jing remained as steady as a rock, the bluestone ground beneath his feet remained unbroken, and he truly did not retreat even half a step!

Immediately afterwards, Song Jing gently clenched his fist.

"Snap!"

That fine longsword was actually shattered inch by inch by him with the force of his bare hands! The fragments clattered and fell to the ground.

"Pfft—!" Bai Yunfei was so shocked by the recoil that he spat out another mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and was only able to stay upright because his fellow disciples held him up tightly.

He gripped the broken sword, now only the hilt remained, staring blankly at Song Jing's unharmed hand, which wasn't even marked with a white mark, then at the fragments on the ground, his mind a complete blank.

Empty-handed — grasping at a broken long piece — half — not yet.

How...how is this possible?!

What kind of monstrous defense and power is this?!

His all-out sword strike couldn't even make the opponent move?!

At this moment, all the anger, doubt, resentment, and humiliation that had been felt before vanished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, leaving only boundless chill and—horror.

He suddenly looked up at Song Jing again. That calm face now seemed shrouded in an unfathomable mist in his eyes.

Regarding the previous rumors about Song Jing defeating Nie Feng, he always felt that there might be an element of luck involved, or perhaps Nie Feng was careless.

But now, seeing it with my own eyes and feeling it firsthand—this strength is far more than just defeating Nie Feng.

This defense, this power, is simply unbelievable!

A thought flashed through his chaotic mind like lightning: Could it be—that he truly had the ability to fight Lei Zhen?! Could it be—that he could truly save face for Qingyun Martial Arts School?!

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly burning away any remaining pride and resentment in his heart.

Instead, there was the ecstatic joy of escaping from a desperate situation, the shame of feeling utterly ashamed, and the urgent desire to grasp at the last straw!

"Bang!"

To everyone's astonishment, the heavily injured Bai Yunfei broke free from his fellow disciples' support, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily before Song Jing!

His forehead touched the ground, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion, yet he mustered all his strength to shout, "Senior Brother Song! It was I, Bai Yunfei, who was blind! I was narrow-minded and judged you by my own standards! Your strength is unparalleled, and I, Yunfei, am truly convinced! I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before!"

He suddenly looked up, his face a mixture of blood and tears, his eyes filled with pleading and a final glimmer of light: "Senior Brother Song! I beg you! For the sake of Qingyun Martial Arts School—regain its honor! Save Qingyun Martial Arts School! Save Junior Sister Ling Shuang!"

This kneeling, this plea, was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool.

After a brief silence, someone in the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy camp shouted, "We beg Senior Brother Song to help Qingyun Martial Arts Academy regain its honor!"

Then came the second, the third—ten, a hundred—finally, all the Qingyun Martial Arts School disciples present, regardless of their previous opinions of Song Jing, were ignited by Bai Yunfei's actions and the glimmer of hope in their desperate situation. They shouted in unison, their voices like a tidal wave, echoing across the square and shaking the very soul: "We beg Senior Brother Song to win back the honor of our Qingyun Martial Arts School!"

"Please, Senior Brother Song, help my Qingyun Martial Arts School regain its honor!"

The shouts of thousands of people converged into a powerful force and fervent expectation, weighing heavily on Song Jing's shoulders and striking hard on the hearts of the people from the Thunderclap Martial Arts School and Lei Zhen on the other side.

Lei Zhen watched this scene with a gloomy expression, looking at Bai Yunfei kneeling and begging, at the Qingyun Martial Arts School disciples who suddenly burst out with astonishing momentum, and finally, his gaze was fixed on that calm figure in green robes.

Song Jing lowered his head, looking at Bai Yunfei kneeling before him, tears streaming down his face. He then glanced at the expectant disciples of Qingyun Martial Arts School, and finally, his gaze met Li Ling Shuang's tearful yet incredibly bright eyes in the distance.

He took a slight breath, then slowly turned around to face Lei Zhen.

He held the Crimson Starfire Spear, which had never been drawn from its sheath, firmly in his hand, and the gray cloth slipped off.

"I accept your challenge."

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the shouts.

The spear tip pointed at Lei Zhen.