Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 150 A Spear Pierces the Four Seas, His Name Resounds in District B

All eyes, whether openly or secretly, were focused on the figure in a blue robe standing quietly waiting near the registration desk.

After defeating Lei Zhen and rescuing Qingyun Martial Arts School, Song Jing remained silent for a month, focusing on intensive training. Now that he has reappeared on the ranking battlefield, he has immediately attracted much attention.

Everyone wanted to know how far this dark horse from the outer city, who had repeatedly created miracles, would climb in the rankings after digesting the gains from the battle and further improving his strength.

"Song Jing has made his move! Who will he challenge this time?"

"It definitely won't be at Lei Zhen's level; it'll probably start from around 20th place, right?"

"I heard he's made considerable progress in the cultivation method pavilion this past month; maybe he can break into the top twenty?"

"The top twenty are all senior disciples at the peak of the Body Refining Realm or elites from various families in the inner city. They are not easy to deal with."

Amid the murmurs, Song Jing approached the registration officer and calmly announced the first name.

The twenty-fifth place is a disciple who has reached the Great Perfection of the Flesh Refining Realm and is skilled in using a heavy hammer.

This man possessed immense strength and his hammer techniques were fierce and powerful. However, the battle ended within a few moves.

Song Jing didn't even use the Wildfire Spear Technique; relying solely on the domineering advance of the Perfected Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, combined with the ghostly Nine Shadow Steps to close the distance, he delivered a straight punch imbued with the power of the Perfected Golden Bell Shield, breaking through his opponent's hammer stance and knocking him off the stage. Clean and swift.

"Such strength and speed! Even stronger than a month ago!"

"His defense seems even more insane now; he took a hit head-on and acted like nothing happened!"

By defeating the 25th-ranked player, Song Jing rose to the 25th position.

Without stopping, he immediately applied to challenge the 22nd place.

This disciple is known for his swift swordsmanship and agile movements.

Song Jing still didn't use a gun, but instead used the Chasing Wind Leg Technique in combination with the Nine Shadow Steps to maneuver against his opponent. On the fifteenth move, he seized the opportunity when his opponent took a breath, and suddenly unleashed the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, kicking him out of the arena like thunder.

"His movement technique is that strong? He's like an eel!"

"He doesn't seem to be using his full strength yet? He hasn't even drawn his gun!"

Two consecutive victories, achieved cleanly and decisively, further elevated the onlookers' evaluation of Song Jing.

Many disciples who were initially just watching the spectacle began to take things seriously.

The twentieth place was held by a veteran disciple who had spent two years here, a peak-stage Body Refinement Realm cultivator with a steady aura and powerful fist techniques.

This time, Song Jing finally took out the Crimson Flame Spear, but only used the first three basic moves of the Wildfire Spear Technique, combined with his movement skills.

After twenty moves, a "fire borrowing the wind" technique broke through the opponent's defense, and the spear shaft was pulled out in the same direction, sweeping the opponent off the stage.

"Marksmanship! Wildfire Marksmanship! It looks even more refined now!"

"It seems like he's using these people as practice, to get used to the power he gains after his breakthrough?"

Nineteenth, eighteenth, seventeenth — Song Jing climbed all the way up, challenging at a moderate pace, and finishing each battle in twenty to thirty moves.

He did not blindly pursue a quick victory, but consciously used these formidable opponents to hone his rapidly increasing strength and speed, as well as to more smoothly connect and apply various martial arts techniques.

His Wildfire Spear Technique evolved from using only the basic form at the beginning to gradually incorporating killing moves such as "Wildfire Spear," gradually revealing its power, but he always held back and never used "Wildfire Hundred Slashes."

This effortless and seemingly unfathomable performance gradually transformed the onlookers' initial surprise into shock, and even horror.

"We won again! We're in sixteenth place now!"

"He—he doesn't seem to have encountered any real resistance yet?"

"These are all opponents at or near the peak of the Body Refinement Realm! And they couldn't even last thirty moves against him?"

"Where exactly is his limit?!"

The news spread like wildfire.

Not only the Dingzi District, but also some disciples in the Bingzi and Yizi Districts who were paying attention to the end-of-month rankings, and even some prominent figures in the inner city, began to turn their attention to this area.

In a pavilion with a good view near the arena, several figures stood.

These were three of the Four Heroes of the Inner City—Qian Rushan, Zhao Yuanqing, and Li Qingmei.

They have just finished their ranking matches and intend to consolidate their positions or try to challenge for a higher ranking.

Hearing that Song Jing had made another move and was advancing rapidly, they came to see for themselves.

"This kid's progress is truly astonishing." Zhao Yuanqing looked at Song Jing, who had easily defeated the seventeenth-ranked player and stood up with his gun in the arena, his eyes shining with admiration. "He defeated Lei Zhen a month ago, but it still required a fierce battle and the use of his trump cards."

Now, facing these opponents at the peak of the Body Refinement Realm, he is so composed. His blood and energy seem even more vigorous, and his control over his power is much more refined.

"He's just beaten some low-ranking trash." Qian Rushan crossed his arms and sneered, but his gaze was fixed on Song Jing, especially his dark red spear. "Let's see how far he can go. There's nothing to be proud of in winning against someone like Lei Zhen."

Li Qingmei toyed with a strand of hair, her beautiful eyes gleaming with calculation: "Judging from his moves, his methods are measured and his advances and retreats are well-founded. It seems that he intends to work together rather than simply to win."

This young man is calm and collected, taking each step with careful planning; his ambitions are far from small. His climb up the ranks suggests his goal is far more than just finishing in the top twenty.

Just then, Sun Sihai, who had just finished a sparring match and was walking over to join the three, also heard the news about Song Jing's winning streak, and his expression immediately became somewhat unnatural.

He is currently ranked fifteenth, the last in Zone B, and the lowest-ranked of the Four Heroes of the Inner City.

"Sihai, it seems your position is a bit precarious." Li Qingmei glanced at Sun Sihai with a half-smile. "This person has been lying low for a month, and now he has emerged from the abyss like a dragon, winning all the way with unstoppable momentum. He is probably aiming for the position of disciple in the B-level division. You'd better hold on tight to your fifteenth place."

Zhao Yuanqing also gently reminded him, "Brother Sihai, don't be careless. This boy was able to defeat Lei Zhen, so his strength should not be underestimated."

Judging from his performance today, he has improved even more than a month ago. Although your water-splitting needle technique is wonderful, you still need to be careful when dealing with him.

Qian Rushan was even more direct, saying in a deep voice, "This kid is a bit strange. Your fancy footwork and stabbing techniques might not work."

"Don't let this turn into an unexpected disaster and embarrass our four heroes."

Sun Sihai, feeling somewhat embarrassed after being "reminded" by the three in succession, forced a show of arrogance and said, "Hmph, he's just a lucky peasant!"

Lei Zhen was defeated by him because Lei Zhen was a good-for-nothing! My Water-Splitting Thrust is specifically designed to break through external martial arts techniques, and my Wave-Treading Step is swift and unpredictable. How could a brute like Lei Zhen compare?

If he dares to challenge me so recklessly, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget!

Even so, his gaze toward Song Jing on the arena grew more serious, and a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Could it be that this kid can really be a threat to me?

Meanwhile, Nie Feng was also silently watching the battle from the crowd below the arena.

Watching Song Jing advance unstoppably, easily defeating opponents who required him to fight hard or were even difficult to defeat, his feelings were extremely complicated.

Shock, disbelief, envy, jealousy—and a subtle sense of pride that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

After all, Song Jing defeated him, but if Song Jing could defeat the stronger Sun Sihai, or even go further, wouldn't that mean that Nie Feng's defeat to Song Jing wasn't so hard to accept?

At least, Song Jing proved that he was a true strongman, not a true waste.

"Fight! Keep fighting!" Nie Feng secretly encouraged Song Jing, hoping he could go further and, ideally, bring down Sun Sihai as well, so that he could feel more at ease.

On the stage, Song Jing had just defeated his opponent who ranked sixteenth.

This is an old disciple who has mastered a set of unorthodox "ground-sweeping knife techniques," whose attacks are unpredictable and specialize in targeting the lower body.

Song Jing countered with the Nine Shadow Steps combined with defensive moves from the lower body in the Wildfire Spear Technique. After more than twenty moves, he struck the back of his opponent's blade with "First Spark," knocking the weapon away and securing victory.

At this point, Song Jing's ranking rose to sixteenth. He was just one step away from the threshold of the top fifteen in Zone B.

And just a step away, guarding the position is none other than Sun Sihai, one of the Four Heroes of the Inner City, ranked fifteenth!

All eyes in the room instantly turned intensely focused. Everyone knew the main event was about to begin!

The dark horse from the outer city, after a winning streak, is finally going to face the top talents from the inner city, the gatekeeper of the veteran four heroes!

After taking a short break to calm his breathing, Song Jing walked towards the registration officer.

Countless eyes followed his every step, holding their breath in concentration.

The disciple in charge swallowed hard as Song Jing approached, his voice hoarse: "Junior Brother Song, next, you will challenge—"

"Fifteenth place, Sun Sihai." Song Jing's calm voice clearly echoed throughout the venue.

"Whoosh—!"

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Despite having anticipated it, a huge uproar still erupted in the audience when Song Jing uttered the name himself.

"He's really going to challenge Sun Sihai!"

"Outer City Kid vs. Four Heroes! A Clash of Titans!"

Can Song Jing break the Four Heroes' monopoly on the top fifteen?

"Sun Sihai is no Lei Zhen! His movement techniques and thrusting skills are too effective against hard martial arts!"

On the opposite side of the arena, Sun Sihai had been waiting for a long time.

Upon hearing Song Jing's challenge, he snorted coldly, and with a swift movement, like a nimble fish, he lightly leaped onto the arena, facing Song Jing from afar.

The pair of deep blue water-splitting daggers in his hand gleamed with a chilling luster in the sunlight.

"Song Jing? I didn't expect you to actually dare to come." Sun Sihai's lips curled into a cold smile. "Fine, let me show you what a true genius is, and what an insurmountable gap is!"

This is to let you know that the Four Heroes of the Inner City are not to be trifled with, and I am not a piece of trash like Lei Zhen!

Your brute force and turtle shell are nothing compared to mine!

Song Jing did not respond to the other party's trash talk, but slowly raised his hand and grasped the Crimson Starfire Spear on his back.

The gun felt cool and calm in my hand, and a feeling of connection to my bloodline washed over me.

After numerous battles, especially his head-on clash with Lei Zhen, this spear seemed to suit him even better.

"clang--!

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The bell tolls again, the final battle begins!