Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 147 Nie Feng's Inequality?

Just as Song Jing and Lei Zhen were about to clash, several figures stood by the railing in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse with a great view at the edge of the square, looking down at the tense scene below with great interest.

These individuals were none other than the most outstanding young generation in the inner city, the "Four Heroes of the Inner City"—Qian Rushan, Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, and Sun Sihai—who had just made a name for themselves in the Cultivation Technique Pavilion.

They happened to be gathered nearby today and, having heard about the conflict between Lei Zhen and Qingyun Martial Arts School, came to see what was going on.

"Tsk, Lei Zhen is still as arrogant and domineering as ever." Sun Sihai, ranked fourth, curled his lip. He was lean and wiry, with eyes as sharp as an eagle. "Is it really worth making such a big fuss just to deal with Bai Yunfei?"

"I heard that Lei Zhen's Thunderclap Palm technique has improved again in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and he has already passed the second level."

Judging from his move just now, his palm strike was indeed more refined, with lightning contained within. Its power was probably more than 20% stronger than during the Grand Competition. Li Qingmei, who ranked third, played with a jade hairpin in her hand. Her voice was soft, but a shrewd assessment flashed in her beautiful eyes. "Bai Yunfei's loss was not unjust."

"That young man who stepped forward, is that Song Jing? The one from the outer city?" Zhao Yuanqing, ranked second, dressed in a blue robe, with a gentle demeanor, looked at the young man in blue robe standing in the arena with a spear in his hand and nodded slightly, "Commendable courage."

To have cultivated to such a level at such a young age, in a resource-scarce area like the outer city, is even more commendable; what's more, it shows a great deal of responsibility. It's a pity—”

He shook his head and didn't continue, but the meaning was self-evident.

"Hmph, courting death." Qian Rushan, ranked first, sneered. He was the most burly, like an iron tower. With his arms crossed, his copper bell-like eyes swept over Song Jing with undisguised contempt. "Someone who just luckily beat a piece of trash like Nie Feng really thinks he can turn the world upside down? Lei Zhen is not comparable to trash like Nie Feng."

He spoke without any politeness, and didn't bother to lower his voice.

Coincidentally, not far below the teahouse, in the crowd, Nie Feng, whose face was still somewhat pale, was silently watching the battle.

Upon hearing Qian Rushan's words, "Nie Feng is such a piece of trash," he froze, his face instantly turning red and then ashen. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

humiliation!

Naked humiliation!

But he dared not retaliate, and he didn't even dare to look up at the figures upstairs.

Qian Rushan, Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, Sun Sihai—these people, whether in terms of strength, family background, or their current status in Pingtianmen, are all far superior to him.

He could only suppress this humiliation deep in his heart, his teeth grinding together.

"Alright, Rushan, that's enough." Zhao Yuanqing frowned slightly, seemingly feeling that Qian Rushan's words had gone a bit too far, but he didn't say anything more, simply changing the subject back to the competition, "How many moves do you think Lei Zhen can take down?"

"Ten moves, I guess," Sun Sihai said casually. "Song Jing can catch a sword barehanded, so his defense and strength seem to be quite something. But Lei Zhen's Thunder Palm technique is best at breaking through defenses. Within ten moves, it will be enough to defeat him."

"Ten moves? Brother Sihai, you overestimate him." Li Qingmei chuckled, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "If you ask me, five moves would be enough."

Lei Zhen had just defeated Bai Yunfei, but his victory was not yet complete. Now, facing this arrogant brat, he must be furious and his attack will only be more ruthless and swift. The outcome will be decided within five moves.

"Fifteen moves." Zhao Yuanqing pondered for a moment before giving his assessment. "Song Jing dared to step forward, so he might not be entirely without support. Judging from his demeanor, he doesn't seem like a reckless person. He might be able to withstand a few more moves, but that's about it. Within fifteen moves, Lei Zhen will definitely win."

"Twenty moves," Qian Rushan said in a deep voice, his tone still disdainful. "Twenty moves at most. Lei Zhen has gotten a bit cocky lately; he might play cat and mouse with me. But it'll only be twenty moves; any more would be a waste of time."

The four men's assessments ranged from five to twenty moves, but their conclusions were surprisingly consistent—Lei Zhen would win and Song Jing would lose; the only suspense was how long they could hold out.

In their eyes, this was a one-sided and overwhelming defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

Song Jing's background as an outer city resident and his record of defeating Nie Feng seem so insignificant in the face of Lei Zhen, the second strongest in the inner city and a master of the Thunderclap Palm Technique.

Listening to the casual yet certain pronouncements from above, Nie Feng lowered his head, the humiliation in his heart gnawing at him like a venomous snake.

How he wished that he himself was standing in the arena right now, about to fight Lei Zhen, even if he suffered another crushing defeat, at least he would dare to stand there!

But the reality is that he doesn't even have the right to take on the challenge; he can only endure the contempt and "trash" comments from others.

However, an utterly absurd, even somewhat malicious, thought uncontrollably entered his mind at that moment: "What if—what if Song Jing wins?"

The moment the thought crossed his mind, even he was startled and found it unbelievable.

How could Song Jing possibly defeat Lei Zhen?

Even he couldn't withstand twenty moves from Lei Zhen, so how much stronger could Song Jing be, even if he was stronger than him?

But—what if?

"If Song Jing really wins against Lei Zhen—then what is Lei Zhen?" Nie Feng's heart suddenly pounded violently, and an indescribable emotion, mixed with anticipation, the pleasure of revenge, and a trace of luck, surged into his heart.

"Lei Zhen is ranked fifth—if Song Jing, this outlying city trash ranked fifteenth, can defeat Lei Zhen, who is ranked fifth—" Nie Feng felt his breathing become rapid. "Does that mean that Lei Zhen is just a trash who is slightly stronger than me?"

Isn't his fifth-place ranking undeserved?

His thoughts raced like a runaway horse: "If Lei Zhen is a piece of trash who is only slightly better than trash," then what about the four ahead of him?

Qian Rushan, Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, Sun Sihai—they're just a tiny bit better than trash, maybe a tiny bit better still! What's the essential difference between them and trash?

Although this logic was distorted, it gave Nie Feng a kind of morbid psychological comfort at this moment.

He desperately needed something to prove that he wasn't a completely useless "waste," or at least not the only "waste."

If the lofty Lei Zhen is also brought down from his pedestal, and if the halo of the Four Heroes of the Inner City is also tarnished, then Nie Feng's defeat seems less unacceptable.

He even started mentally cheering for Song Jingna, even though he himself found the idea absurd and laughable.

"Song Jing—you'd better win—no, you should at least hold out a few more moves and make Lei Zhen's win look bad!" Nie Feng clenched his fist secretly, his eyes fixed on the figure in green robes in the arena. At this moment, his mentality had undergone a subtle and complex change.

He was no longer just an observer; he even secretly pinned his pitiful self-esteem on this young man from the outer city whom he had once looked down upon.

Upstairs, the four heroes' discussion did not stop.

"Just watch, Lei Zhen is about to make his move," Sun Sihai said.

"A boring crushing defeat." Li Qingmei said with little interest.

"Hopefully, Song Jing can give us a little surprise and not suffer a humiliating defeat," Zhao Yuanqing said gently.

"A waste of time," Qian Rushan concluded.

Below them, Nie Feng held his breath, his mind screaming, "Hold on! Song Jing!"

The atmosphere in the room was frozen solid.

Then, Song Jing turned his gaze to Lei Zhen, who was standing opposite him, looking aggressive and mocking.

"Song Jing? You're the outer city brat who defeated Nie Feng?" Lei Zhen sized Song Jing up, his eyes full of disdain and amusement. "What? Trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? Look at yourself! You think you're worthy of fighting me?"

Song Jing did not respond to his sarcasm, but slowly reached out and untied the gray cloth wrapping behind his back.

The dark spear shaft, with its mysterious patterns of interwoven crimson gold and star silver, revealed itself in the sunlight, and a hidden yet sharp spear intent quietly spread out.

"Make your move." Song Jing stood holding his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his voice still calm.

"You're asking for death!" Song Jing's calmness was seen as the greatest contempt by Lei Zhen.

His eyes turned cold, and without another word, he sprang into action once more!

It was still those hands that crackled with lightning, but this time, the palm strikes were even more ferocious, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder. Clearly, he was truly enraged and wanted to cripple this arrogant brat with one blow!

"A thunderclap—a deafening roar!"

With both palms out, like two bolts of purple lightning descending from the sky, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, they slammed fiercely toward Song Jing's head!

Before the palm strike even arrived, the sharp force had already stung Song Jing's cheeks and sent his hair flying.

However, faced with this attack, which was even more ferocious than the one that defeated Bai Yunfei, Song Jing did not move his feet, but only his right wrist holding the gun trembled slightly.

"The Wildfire Spear Technique - The First Spark Ignites".

The Crimson Starfire Spear transformed into a streak of crimson-gold lightning, striking first despite being behind, and precisely piercing the point where Lei Zhen's double palm attacks were connected—that delicate moment when the old force was about to be exhausted and the new force had not yet been generated!

A crimson light flickered at the tip of the spear.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in Lei Zhen's eyes. Song Jing's timing, angle, and speed of this shot were all perfectly controlled, showing extremely high combat skills and marksmanship, which were far beyond what ordinary mid-stage Body Refining Realm cultivators could achieve.

He subtly changed his palm strike, transforming the chop into a slap. His two palms, imbued with the power of thunder, slammed fiercely against the thrusting spear shaft, attempting to deflect the spear with their formidable palm force.

"clang--!

""

The clash of their hands and spears produced a deafening, metallic clang! A shockwave erupted!

Lei Zhen felt as if his palms had struck a massive, horizontally moving iron mountain. A terrifying force, far exceeding his expectations, surged from the gun!

His body jolted, and he was even shaken so badly that he swayed slightly backward!

The opponent's spear trembled slightly, then remained as steady as a mountain!

"What?!" Lei Zhen was shocked, and the contempt on his face was instantly replaced by surprise and doubt.

How can this kid be so strong?!

They are not inferior to me, and may even be better than me?

This is impossible!

He is at the mid-stage of the Body Refinement Realm. He has been tempering his body by practicing the Thunderclap Palm Technique. In terms of strength alone, he is second only to Qian Rushan among his peers in the inner city!

Before he could think it through, Song Jing's gun moved.

The perfect Wind Chasing Leg Technique, combined with Xiao Cheng's Nine Shadow Steps, suddenly exploded!

Leaving behind a faint afterimage, his true form appeared like a ghost to Lei Zhen's left, his spear drawing a fierce arc, sweeping across with a tragic aura!

"The fire is fueled by the wind!"

The wind howled as gunfire raged, and the heat was intense!

Lei Zhen was both shocked and furious. He retreated rapidly, simultaneously unleashing a series of palm strikes, each accompanied by lightning, in an attempt to block the attack.

However, Song Jing's spear technique was not only terrifying in power, but also incredibly fast. Moreover, his moves were seamlessly connected. Before one move was finished, the next move had already followed closely behind, like a wildfire that continued to burn and pressed forward relentlessly!

"Wildfire Spreads Across the Plains!" "Sparks Fill the Sky!" "Burn the Eight Desolations!" — One after another, the Wildfire Spear Technique was unleashed by Song Jing. Combined with his ghostly movements and terrifying power, he forced Lei Zhen to retreat repeatedly. For a moment, Lei Zhen could only parry and had no power to fight back!

His signature Thunderclap Palm technique paled in comparison to the opponent's spear, which seemed to be burning with flames. His palm power could not completely break through the sharp spear light, and instead, his palms were scorched by the scorching energy that occasionally erupted from the spear.

"This—how is this possible?!" Everyone on the sidelines was stunned.

That kid from the outer city, whom they thought would be defeated instantly, was actually—dominating Lei Zhen? And judging from the situation, Lei Zhen seemed to be having quite a hard time?

The people at Qingyun Martial Arts School stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, as the school master and elders could hardly believe what they were seeing.

Bai Yunfei was struck dumb, truly shocked this time. He stared blankly at the imposing figure in green robes wielding a spear, his mind a complete blank.

Is this... this still the Song Jing he remembered? His strength, his marksmanship... they're like two completely different people!

Li Ling Shuang covered her mouth tightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Song Jing, her gaze sparkling with excitement, her heart pounding with a mixture of thrill and indescribable joy and pride.

Lei Zhen grew increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed.

He discovered that he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength and speed, and his opponent's marksmanship was exquisite. The fierce and tragic imagery of the "wildfire" subtly restrained the power of his palm techniques.

What alarmed him even more was that the opponent's defense seemed ridiculously strong. Occasionally, the residual force of a palm strike would hit the opponent's body, but it was as if it had hit a piece of rotten leather, making it difficult to cause any real damage!

"This can't go on!" A fierce glint flashed in Lei Zhen's eyes, and he finally stopped holding back.

He suddenly took several steps back, took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly became extremely violent. The pale purple lightning was no longer limited to his palms, but spread throughout his entire body, making crackling sounds. His hair stood on end, and he seemed to have transformed into a thunder god!

"Thunderclap Palm - Ultimate Technique! Thunderstorm Overwhelms the Heavens!"

He slammed his palms together in front of his chest and then thrust them forward forcefully!

In an instant, a terrifying palm print, as thick as a bucket and entirely formed from raging lightning, tearing through the air with an aura of annihilation, shot toward Song Jing!

Wherever it passed, it plowed a scorched furrow into the ground, and the air was ionized, emitting a pungent odor.

This is the true killing move of the Thunderclap Palm Technique!

Its power far surpasses that of before!

Even an ordinary person at the peak of the Body Refining Realm would either die or be crippled if they took this attack head-on!

"Senior Brother Song, be careful!" Li Ling Shuang cried out in alarm.

Everyone at Qingyun Martial Arts School was on tenterhooks.