Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 148 Victory, Slapping the Faces of the Four Heroes, Obtaining the Mysterious Iron Ore

Faced with this devastating attack, Song Jing's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward and charged!

The perfect Golden Bell Shield was operating at full power, and the pale golden luster under the skin was completely concealed, becoming one with the skin, flesh, muscles, and bones, exuding an indestructible and heavy aura.

At the same time, he poured all his energy, spirit, and understanding of the "Wildfire" concept into the Crimson Starfire Spear in his hand!

On the gun barrel, the crimson gold and star silver patterns simultaneously burst forth with dazzling light, making the entire gun seem to truly burst into flames!

He didn't use any complicated moves; he simply placed the gun at his waist and made a simple, unadorned thrust that embodied all his energy and spirit.

"Wildfire - Hundred Cuts!"

He silently shouted, "The Crimson-Patterned Starfire Spear is moving!"

No, that's not a gun moving!

In an instant, before Song Jing, dozens of incredibly solid crimson spear shadows, carrying the power to burn the void, suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption or thousands of streams of fire bursting in a wildfire, converging into a destructive crimson torrent, and fiercely collided with the terrifying lightning palm print!

"BOOM—!!!"

The deafening roar was like a thunderclap exploding in the sky above the square!

The crimson spear shadow and the purple lightning palm collided fiercely, unleashing a blinding light and a terrifying shockwave that swept outwards like a storm!

Some onlookers who were nearby were even knocked to the ground by the blast wave, their faces paled, and they all retreated.

The light and smoke slowly dissipated.

In the arena, Song Jing stood holding a gun, the Crimson Starfire Spear pointing diagonally at the ground, its tip trembling slightly and emitting a pleasant hum.

His chest was churning with blood and qi, and his tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding, but his posture remained upright.

On the spear, the crimson gold and star silver patterns shimmered, appearing brighter and more vibrant than before, showing signs of transforming into a higher level.

Opposite him, Lei Zhen knelt on the ground, his hands split open and bleeding profusely, his sleeves torn, revealing his charred and trembling arms.

His face was deathly pale, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

He stared intently at Song Jing, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and intense resentment, but even more so with a sense of defeat and bewilderment at being utterly humiliated.

He lost.

They were defeated in their own strongest area: head-on confrontation.

He was defeated by a young man from out of town whom he had never taken seriously.

Quiet.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire square.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the young man in blue robes standing with a gun in the center of the field, and at Lei Zhen, the second genius of the inner city, kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state.

Defeated? Lei Zhen—really defeated? Defeated head-on by Song Jing?!

This result is even more shocking and mind-blowing than Song Jing stepping forward to challenge!

"We won—we won?" The headmaster of Qingyun Martial Arts School trembled, tears streaming down his face. This time, they were tears of joy.

"Senior Brother Song—you won!" Li Ling Shuang cried tears of joy, covering her face with her hands, tears slipping through her fingers.

Bai Yunfei stared blankly for a long time. Suddenly, he struggled to his feet with the help of his fellow disciples. Then, facing Song Jing in the arena, he bowed deeply to the ground with all his might. His voice was hoarse, but filled with unprecedented sincerity and shame: "Senior Brother Song! Bai Yunfei was blind and ignorant, and has offended you in the past. I have judged you with the mind of a petty person!"

Only today do I realize what it truly means to be outmatched and to have a level beyond your reach! Senior Brother's strength is truly beyond my wildest imagination! Please accept my deepest bow!

He raised his head, his eyes filled with pleading and a last glimmer of hope: "Senior brother, I beg you—save Qingyun Martial Arts School, save my junior sister!"

Song Jing didn't say much about Bai Yunfei's change, but simply nodded slightly.

He looked at Lei Zhen, who was struggling to stand up, and said in a calm but clear voice, "Lei Zhen, you lost. Does the bet still stand?"

Lei Zhen's face turned pale and then red, filled with shame and indignation, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could not deny it.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words: "I—I, the Thunderclap Martial Arts School—accept defeat! The share of the Xuan Iron Ore—will be as agreed upon! As for—Li Ling Shuang—this matter is settled!"

Having said that, he was too ashamed to stay any longer. Supported by his fellow disciples, he hurriedly left in a disheveled state, not daring to look at Li Ling Shuang again.

"We won! We won!"

"The black iron ore is saved! Ling Shuang doesn't need to—that's great!"

"Young Master Song! No, Senior Brother Song! You are a great benefactor to our Qingyun Martial Arts School!"

The Qingyun Martial Arts School erupted in cheers of relief, and everyone looked at Song Jing with boundless gratitude and respect.

Song Jing put away his gun and walked towards Li Ling Shuang and the museum owner.

"Young Master Song—no, Benefactor Song! Please accept my bow!" The innkeeper was about to kneel down excitedly when Song Jing quickly stopped him.

"Master, you flatter me. I am friends with Junior Sister Ling Shuang, and this is simply my duty," Song Jing said.

"Senior Brother Song—" Li Ling Shuang walked up to him, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, yet her smile was radiant. A thousand words were left unsaid, but in the end, they all turned into a deep bow. "Thank you."

Song Jing looked at her, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "It's alright."

He looked down at the Crimson Starfire Spear in his hand.

After this battle, especially the final clash with Lei Zhen's ultimate move, the spear seemed to have absorbed a trace of the thunder's aftershocks and the essence of the battle. The crimson gold and star silver patterns seemed even more vivid, and the spear's spirit seemed to have been enhanced.

He had a premonition that if he could find some more suitable rare materials, or undergo more intense combat tempering, this "Crimson Starfire Spear" might be able to truly stabilize at the mid-grade of "high-quality" from the top grade of "low-grade fine", or even launch an attack on the higher grade!

At that time, the gap between the divine weapons in the hands of the top disciples of the Four Heroes of the Inner City will be further narrowed.

After this battle, Song Jing's name will truly resound throughout the inner city, and no one will dare to underestimate him because of his background.

But his journey is far from over. The rankings within Pingtian Gate, the truly formidable enemies, and the vast expanse of the prefectural city—all await him ahead.

But at least for this moment, he protected the people he wanted to protect and practiced the principles in his heart.

Gun in hand, road underfoot.

With the outcome decided, the four heroes paled in shock. "Boom—!"

A deafening roar followed the annihilation of the last crimson gunshot, and the smoke and lightning in the center of the square slowly dissipated.

Song Jing stood holding a gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. Although his breathing was slightly rapid and his tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his eyes remained calm and sharp.

On the Crimson Starfire Spear, the crimson gold and star silver patterns flickered erratically, with a faint light flowing around them, as if absorbing the aftershocks of the earth-shattering collision just now. The aura of the spear seemed to have become even more refined.

Opposite him, Lei Zhen knelt on one knee, his sleeves torn to shreds, revealing charred, trembling arms with torn flesh, blood dripping from his fingertips, spreading a glaring red on the ground.

His face was ashen, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, his breathing was weak and disordered, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, horror, and the bewilderment and humiliation of being knocked down.

He tried several times to stand up, but the injury to his internal organs aggravated his internal injuries, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. In the end, he could only be supported by the disciples of Jing Lei Martial Arts School in a hurry, so that he did not completely collapse.

lost.

Lei Zhen, the fifth genius of the inner city, the pride of the Thunderclap Martial Arts School, who had just passed the second level of the Kung Fu Pavilion and was arrogant and domineering, was defeated in front of everyone by Song Jing, who came from the outer city and had only recently joined the school!

Moreover, it was not a fluke, but a head-on confrontation, a victory through sheer strength, a fair and square defeat!

A brief, suffocating silence, like an invisible tide, instantly engulfed the entire square.

Immediately following was an uproar far more violent, chaotic, and unbelievable than any previous one, like a landslide or a tsunami!

"They won—they won?! Song Jing won?!"

"My God! Am I dreaming? Lei Zhen—has really lost?!"

"A direct confrontation! He won against the Thunderclap Palm Technique in a head-on clash? Is Song Jing a monster?!"

"His marksmanship! What kind of marksmanship is that? How can its power be so terrifying? And his defense, Lei Zhen's palm strike didn't kill him?!"

"Outer city—such a true dragon has appeared in the outer city?!"

"Qingyun Martial Arts School is saved! Miss Li is saved!"

After a moment of collective stunned silence, the Qingyun Martial Arts School camp erupted in a deafening roar of joy!

The owner of the museum burst into tears and wept bitterly with several elders.

All the disciples waved their arms and shouted hoarsely, many of them moved to tears.

This is the best example of finding a way out of a desperate situation!

Li Ling Shuang was overjoyed and wept, covering her mouth tightly with her hand, but tears kept slipping through her fingers. Looking at the figure holding the gun in the field, her beautiful eyes were filled with endless gratitude, relief, and an indescribable, deeper emotion.

"I—I'm not trash—Lei Zhen is! He's the trash!" In the crowd, Nie Feng stared intently at Lei Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground spitting blood, and then looked at Song Jing, who was standing with a gun. His expression changed constantly. Finally, a twisted smile, full of vengeful pleasure, slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He felt the pent-up resentment that had been building up in his chest ever since his crushing defeat to Song Jing and being publicly humiliated as a "waste" by Qian Rushan, finally bursting out with a sense of catharsis!

Lei Zhen lost!

He lost to Song Jing! Doesn't that mean Lei Zhen is nothing special after all?

Are they only slightly better than me?

Qian Rushan and his group called themselves trash, so what about Lei Zhen, who was defeated by "trash"? A fifth-ranked "super trash"?

This logic gave him a morbid sense of comfort.

He even ignored the terrifying strength Song Jing was displaying now, far exceeding the strength he had displayed when he defeated him, and was only immersed in his own bizarre logic of "comparing the worst," as if Song Jing's victory had somehow washed away some of his shame. "Yes, that's it—Lei Zhen, you've finally met your match!" Nie Feng chuckled, feeling completely refreshed, even his injuries seemed to have healed a bit.

However, in stark contrast to the boisterous cheers below and Nie Feng's morbid ecstasy, an eerie silence fell over the area where the Four Heroes of the Inner City were located in the private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

The four people who had just been casually commenting and confidently predicting Lei Zhen's victory were now all silent, their gazes fixed on the figure in the blue robe in the center of the arena. Their expressions varied, but their initial contempt and casualness had vanished without a trace.

Sun Sihai's nonchalant attitude vanished completely, his eyes sharp as knives, as if he wanted to see right through Song Jing.

He tapped the railing unconsciously with his fingers, and after a long while, he slowly exhaled, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity and surprise: "I didn't expect—he actually won."

Lei Zhen's Thunderclap Palm Technique's final move, "Thunderous Storm Overturning the Heavens," was nearly at the limit of the Perfected Body Refinement Realm, yet it was broken through by a direct clash—this kid's spear technique, and his defense—"

Li Qingmei had already stopped playing with the jade hairpin, her beautiful eyes flashing with surprise and uncertainty.

She prided herself on her keen eye, having previously predicted that Song Jing would be defeated in five moves, but reality has now given her a harsh slap in the face.

She carefully recalled Song Jing's final spear move, the dozens of crimson spear shadows that suddenly erupted, the tragic and domineering aura contained within them, even made her feel a slight tremor in her heart. "Wildfire Spear Technique—that spear technique of the Nie family, how could it have such power? How come I've never heard of it before? And this final strike, could it be the Wildfire Hundred Slashes? I heard that no one in the Nie family has been able to comprehend it for over a hundred years! Could it be that this person has actually comprehended such an extraordinary level?" She thought to herself, her evaluation of Song Jing suddenly rising.

Even Zhao Yuanqing's usually gentle face showed a rare hint of surprise. He gently shook his head and sighed, "I certainly misjudged him. This young man is not only commendable in courage, but his strength is also deeply hidden. That final strike already showed the initial signs of power, something no ordinary mid-stage Body Refinement Realm cultivator could unleash. His victory over Lei Zhen was no fluke. It seems we need to re-evaluate this Junior Brother Song from the outer city." His tone remained mild, but the emphasis he placed on him was now different.

Finally, there's Qian Rushan.

The leader of the inner city, the head of the Four Heroes, had the most gloomy expression at this moment.

His arms bulged slightly, and his eyes, like copper bells, flashed with a fierce light as he stared intently at Song Jing, especially at the faintly glowing crimson-patterned Starfire Spear.

The aura and power that Song Jing unleashed when he used "Wildfire Hundred Slashes" just now made him feel a sense of threat.

Although he was confident he could still win, it would be far from as easy as he had anticipated with the second move.

"Hmph!" Qian Rushan snorted heavily, his voice like muffled thunder, breaking the silence of the private room. "I underestimated him. I didn't expect this peasant from the outer city to actually have some skills, managing to defeat Lei Zhen."

He paused, his tone still carrying a condescending judgment, but no longer the initial utter contempt: "It seems this person truly deserves our attention. Having defeated Lei Zhen, he's finally qualified—for me to take him a little more seriously."

Sun Sihai chimed in, his tone becoming somewhat casual again, but his eyes remained serious: "Defeating Lei Zhen is nothing. How many moves can Lei Zhen last against the four of us? Although his spear technique and defense are remarkable, his cultivation level is ultimately only at the mid-stage of the Flesh Refining Realm, and his lack of accumulated qi and blood is a major weakness. If he were to face us, the outcome would be uncertain, but we must be careful of his explosive spear technique."

Li Qingmei nodded slightly: "Not bad. However, compared to him, I'm more concerned about that anonymous Yi from the Martial Arts Pavilion. This person was able to pass the second level using spear techniques, and he was significantly faster than all of us, only slightly slower than you, Bi Shan. His understanding of spear techniques is probably more profound and seasoned than Song Jing's; he's the real opponent we need to be wary of."

Mentioning "righteousness," a hint of unease flashed across Sun Sihai's face, followed by a sneer, tinged with resentment and forced bravado: "Righteousness? Hmph, just a coward! So what if he's a bit faster than me at clearing levels? Strong comprehension of techniques doesn't guarantee strength in actual combat! He might just be an old scholar who only knows how to practice in seclusion and has no experience in real fights. Whether he's even a match for me in a real fight is another matter! To be honest, there's no need to pay him any more attention."

His words had a rather stubborn tone.

After all, "Yi" has a proven track record, and given that he also uses guns, his performance certainly raises questions.

But Sun Sihai was proud and arrogant, and naturally did not want to boost the morale of others.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanqing smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but his gaze returned to Song Jing, who was receiving cheers and gratitude from the Qingyun Martial Arts School members downstairs, his eyes deep.

"Song Jingyi—interesting." He muttered to himself, "It seems this year's Pingtianmen won't be lonely."

7

Qian Rushan snorted again, shifting his gaze from Song Jing to the distance, a fighting spirit rising within him: "Whether it's Song Jing or Yi, in the end, it's all about fists! Before absolute power, all fancy tricks are vain!"