Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 156 Surpassing the Bone Forging Realm (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe, Tickets, and Donations Requested)

[Nine Shadow Steps - Mastery] (1/100)

[Wildfire Spear Technique - Minor Mastery] (15/100)

His movements were incredibly unpredictable and swift, several times faster than before!

With his perfected Chasing Wind Leg Technique, he was confident that his short-range bursts and changes of direction were no less than those of an ordinary early-stage Bone Forging Realm cultivator, unless the opponent was also proficient in advanced speed-type techniques.

With ample resources and arduous training, his cultivation level was completely stabilized at the peak of the Flesh Refining Realm, his blood and qi were like a furnace, and his essence, energy and spirit were complete.

As his mastery of the Wildfire Spear Technique grew, the power of "Wildfire Hundred Slashes" also increased with his skill level.

it's time.

Without any hesitation, the first thing Song Jing did after leaving the seclusion was to challenge Zhao Yuanqing, who was ranked sixth, had just broken through to the next realm, and was full of pride!

This battle instantly drew everyone's attention. A newly promoted genius from the Bone Forging Realm within the inner city faced off against a rising dark horse from the Outer City's Flesh Refining Realm!

Is it an unshakeable suppression of power, or will the dark horse stage another comeback?

The crowd below the ring was enormous.

The remaining three heroes of the inner city have gathered together.

Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei had mixed feelings. They hoped to see Zhao Yuanqing suffer a setback and avenge the humiliation of being looked down upon, but they also had a vague feeling that the terrifying Song Jing might actually be able to do it—their emotions were extremely conflicted.

Lei Zhen also stood at the front of the crowd with a gloomy face. His defeat at the hands of Song Jing was a great humiliation, and he naturally hoped that Zhao Yuanqing could teach Song Jing a lesson and "avenge" him.

He cursed inwardly, hoping that Song Jing would suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of Zhao Yuanqing.

Only Nie Feng and Bai Yunfei stood a little further away, their eyes filled with obvious anticipation.

Nie Feng was completely convinced of Song Jing's strength. Moreover, Song Jing's consecutive defeats of Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei indirectly helped him "take revenge" on these inner city prodigies who usually looked down on him, which made him secretly happy.

Bai Yunfei was simply grateful to Song Jing for helping Qingyun Martial Arts School out of a predicament. In addition, he himself didn't get along with those arrogant guys in the inner city, so he naturally hoped that Song Jing could win.

"clang--!"

The bell tolls, the final battle begins!

Zhao Yuanqing was full of confidence. He drew his longsword and poured his true energy into it. The sword hummed and carried a dense and flexible yet sharp sword intent.

"Song Jing, you've already earned your pride by forcing me to attack you with my Bone Forging Realm cultivation! Today, I'll show you what true difference in cultivation level really means!"

"A gentle breeze caresses the willows, a spring breeze brings gentle rain!"

The sword light suddenly appeared, like a spring breeze or a fine drizzle, instantly enveloping Song Jing's major acupoints. The surging true energy sealed off all his escape routes.

The swordsmanship enhanced by the true qi of the Bone Forging Realm is far superior in speed, power, and coverage compared to the Flesh Refining Realm!

However, facing this seemingly impenetrable sword net, Song Jing's footwork faltered slightly.

Grand Nine Shadow Steps, activated!

In an instant, his figure seemed to split into three, or perhaps turn into wisps of smoke, passing through the weakest gap in the sword net with a dazzling and bizarre trajectory!

The speed and the unpredictability of the change of direction caused Zhao Yuanqing's sword strike to falter.

"What?!" Zhao Yuanqing was shocked. How could the opponent's speed be so much faster than the intelligence indicated? And their movements were even more unpredictable!

Before he could change his move, Song Jing's true form appeared like a ghost behind him, the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear carrying a scorching aura and a faint thunderous sound, piercing straight for his heart!

The prairie fire spear technique borrows the momentum of the wind!

"So fast!" Zhao Yuanqing hurriedly parried with his sword, unleashing his true energy.

"Clang!" The spear and sword clashed, producing a deafening roar. Zhao Yuanqing felt an immense, oppressive force emanating from the spear, along with a scorching and numbing sensation that traveled through the sword, causing a slight tingling in his arm. His horror deepened: "His power—is almost as strong as my early-stage Bone Forging Realm true qi?! And this bizarre elemental attack—!"

Fifty moves passed in the blink of an eye.

On the arena, two figures clashed at high speed, their spears flashing like dragons and their swords flashing like waterfalls, the sounds of their collisions never ceasing.

To the astonishment of all the onlookers, especially the "Three Heroes" of the inner city and Lei Zhen, the expected one-sided crushing defeat did not occur!

Song Jing actually fought Zhao Yuanqing, who was at the Bone Forging Realm, to a standstill, and even gained a slight advantage!

He was incredibly fast and his movements were unpredictable, always managing to evade Zhao Yuanqing's deadly attacks at the last second. He possessed immense strength and an abnormal defense.

Song Jing activated his Perfect Golden Bell Shield to withstand several sword strikes imbued with true energy, leaving only deep white marks. The Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear was even more powerful, causing Zhao Yuanqing's blood and qi to surge with each collision.

"How...how did he do that? A Flesh Refining Realm cultivator fighting against a Bone Forging Realm cultivator?"

"His speed! Did you see that? Zhao Yuanqing seems to be struggling to keep up!"

"That defense is outrageous! That's sword energy! Are they just going to take it head-on?"

"Monster! What a monster!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and bitterness in each other's eyes.

They thought Song Jingqiang was strong before, but they didn't expect him to be this strong!

With his Flesh Refining Realm cultivation, he directly confronted the Bone Forging Realm without being at a disadvantage!

The more Zhao Yuanqing fought, the more frightened and frustrated he became.

He discovered that the advantage he gained from breaking through to the Bone Forging Realm was largely negated by Song Jing's all-around, abnormal strength!

Lacking speed and power, attacks struggle to penetrate defenses—the opponent is like a piece of meat, slippery and tough!

"Impossible! I am at the Bone Forging Realm! How could I lose to someone at the Flesh Refining Realm!" Zhao Yuanqing roared inwardly, pushing the "Wind-Swept Willow Sword" to its limit. The sword's momentum suddenly became incomparably fierce, abandoning some variations in pursuit of ultimate speed and piercing power. "Ultimate Technique—Willow Leaves Fluttering, One Sword Piercing the Heart!"

The countless sword shadows suddenly converged, transforming into a single, perfectly condensed azure sword rainbow. Like a gust of wind piercing through a willow grove, it carried a piercing shriek and aimed straight for Song Jing's throat!

This is the strongest piercing attack that concentrates all the body's true energy and sword intent into a single point!

Faced with this desperate attack, Song Jing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he held nothing back.

When the Perfect Golden Bell Shield is activated to its fullest extent, a faint golden hue appears beneath the skin.

He gripped the spear with both hands, pouring all the immense blood and qi from his perfected Body Refining Realm, the momentum from the Nine Shadow Steps, and all his understanding of the Wildfire Spear Technique's "Burning the Eight Desolations" into this single spear thrust!

On the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear, three extraordinary phenomena—crimson flames, starlight, and lightning—burst forth!

"Wildfire - Hundred Cuts!"

"boom--!"

Nearly forty terrifying spear shadows, condensed to the point of being tangible and interwoven with crimson flames and lightning, rushed towards the azure sword rainbow like a destructive torrent after a volcanic eruption! Wherever the spear shadows passed, the air was scorched and distorted, crackling with electric current.

"Bang! Crack! Boom—!"

A deafening roar erupted, accompanied by a blinding flash of light! A violent shockwave swept across the entire arena, blinding nearby spectators who had to retreat.

The light faded, and the dust settled.

On the arena, Song Jing stood holding his spear, the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear pointing diagonally at the ground, its light slowly receding.

His clothes were ripped open by the sword energy, with faint traces of blood, but his aura remained calm and his eyes were as sharp as ever.

Opposite him, Zhao Yuanqing knelt on one knee, the hundred-refined steel longsword in his hand already broken in two!

His clothes were charred and torn on his chest, with a clear gunshot mark on his chest. Blood kept oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were unfocused, filled with disbelief, horror, and the despair of being utterly crushed.

His strongest attack was shattered head-on! Even his weapon was broken!

One hundred moves. — Song Jingsheng

"Pfft—" Zhao Yuanqing spat out another mouthful of blood, unable to hold on any longer, and collapsed to the ground.

For a moment, the venue was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone, including Qian Rushan, Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, Lei Zhen, and all those who supported or did not support Song Jing, were frozen in place, staring blankly at the figure holding the gun on the stage, and at Zhao Yuanqing, the newly promoted Bone Forging Realm genius who was lying on the ground in a sorry state.

He won—Song Jing won again—and with his perfected Body Refining Realm cultivation, he defeated Zhao Yuanqing, who had just broken through and perfected his cultivation technique, in a head-on battle!

This is no longer a simple challenge against a higher level; this is a triumph over adversity! It is a legend of the underdog defeating the strong!

After a brief silence, there was a deafening roar and gasps of alarm!

"He won! Song Jing won! He defeated Zhao Yuanqing, who was at the Bone Forging Realm!"

"My God! A Flesh Refining Realm cultivator defeated a Bone Forging Realm cultivator! Am I dreaming?!"

"Wildfire Hundred Slashes! What kind of spear technique is that? It's terrifying!"

"Song Jing of the outer city, from today onwards, shall be the sixth!"

"The two heroes of the inner city? Haha, what a joke! Zhao Yuanqing dares to call himself a hero?"

Amidst the commotion, Lei Zhen's face was extremely grim, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

His last hope, Zhao Yuanqing, also failed, and failed so thoroughly.

His gaze toward Song Jing was filled with resentment, fear, and a trace of helplessness that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Nie Feng and Bai Yunfei, meanwhile, suddenly threw a punch, their faces beaming with barely suppressed joy. They had won!

And they won so beautifully!

Seeing Zhao Yuanqing's dejected appearance and the ashen faces of Qian Rushan and the others, they felt an immense sense of relief, as if all the pent-up frustration they had endured over the past few days had vanished.

Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei looked ashen-faced and remained silent.

Zhao Yuanqing's crushing defeat was like a resounding slap in the face, which also landed on their faces.

The Four Heroes of the Inner City, the Twin Heroes of the Inner City—they all became a joke in front of Song Jing's domineering and unparalleled spear.

Qian Rushan, who had been sitting firmly in fifth place and observing coldly, finally lost all his disdain and arrogance. In its place was an unprecedented solemnity and a burning fighting spirit in the depths of his eyes.

He stared intently at Song Jing, at the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear, and slowly tightened his grip on the mountain-splitting axe in his hand.

"Song Jing—you are now qualified to be my opponent."

The epic battle between Song Jing and Zhao Yuanqing was certainly shocking in its process and outcome, but the crimson spear that shone brightly in the fierce battle and ultimately secured the victory also left an indelible impression on countless people, especially the Four Heroes of the Inner City and those discerning experts.

When Song Jing unleashed his final "Wildfire Hundred Slashes," nearly forty spear shadows interwoven with crimson flames, starlight, and pale purple lightning erupted, crushing Zhao Yuanqing's desperate sword rainbow head-on. The terrifying power—intense, explosive, and with a numbing, penetrating sensation—caused all the spectators, especially the few in the inner city who were also skilled strategists, to shrink in shock and disbelief.

"Fire attribute? And—lightning attribute?!" Sun Sihai exclaimed in a low voice, staring intently at the spear that was humming and trembling in Song Jing's hand, his eyes filled with disbelief. "When did his spear—when did it acquire such strong elemental power?!"

When you fought me before, although your attacks were also fierce and imposing, they never possessed this thunderous power!

Li Qingmei's beautiful eyes widened in shock: "It's not just the attributes! Look at the patterns on the spear! Crimson, silver stars, and purple lightning intertwined—this is no simple forging! It's a perfect fusion of attributes! And the spiritual light and pressure emanating from the spear—this grade is definitely not just mid-grade fine!"

She recalled her battle with Song Jing; although his spear was sharp, the pressure he exerted on her came more from strength and speed, with elemental attacks not being particularly noticeable. But now—this spear seemed to have undergone a complete transformation!

"It's close to being a top-tier masterpiece." Zhao Yuanqing, who had been silently watching the battle and whose complexion was the worst, said this.

He had been helped off the stage by his fellow disciples, and after taking some medicine to barely regulate his breathing, he struggled to speak, his voice hoarse, filled with resentment and horror, "I even touched the edge of losing a precious item."

The spirituality of that fire and thunder is undeniable.

Nearly 30% of my true energy and sword intent were resisted and eroded by that strange burning and paralyzing power—”

These words shocked Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei even more.

Top-quality product!

Touch the edge of a treasure!

Such divine weapons are only bestowed upon the most core direct descendants or those who have made meritorious contributions, even among the four families in the inner city!

What merits or abilities does Song Jing, a mere boy from the outer city, possess?

Qian Rushan, who had been standing with his arms crossed and a cold expression, slowly spoke, a fierce glint flashing in his copper bell-like voice, his tone carrying an unprecedented weight: "When he fought Lei Zhen and Sun Sihai before, this spear was not bad, but it had no power like this. In just over a month, it has jumped from the mid-grade of fine quality to almost top-grade fine quality—this is by no means accidental."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if trying to pierce the crimson gun barrel: "Moreover, the method of this attribute fusion, the unique charm contained in the patterns on the gun barrel—reminds me of someone."

Sun Sihai and Li Qingmei immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in unison, "Master Wang Xuanwu?!"

That's it! Only that eccentric, master archer with unparalleled skill in the Bone Forging Realm could possibly reforge an ordinary blood weapon to such an extent in such a short time, and endow it with rare and powerful dual attributes!

Moreover, it is rumored that Commandant Chen Yanzhou has a close relationship with the royal army, and Song Jing is highly regarded by the Commandant.

"No wonder—no wonder his strength has improved so rapidly, it turns out even his weapon has become so diseased!" Li Qingmei's tone was sour, tinged with barely concealed jealousy. A top-quality weapon provides an immense boost to a martial artist, especially one with rare and unique attributes, enough to increase combat power by several times!

Originally, one of the biggest advantages that the inner city disciples had over Song Jing was the top-tier weapons brought by their inheritance and resources.

But now, even this last advantage seems to have vanished before Song Jing's Crimson Star Thunder Spear.

Sun Sihai was utterly defeated. He recalled his meticulously crafted and proudly displayed Youluan Fenshui thorns, which seemed utterly useless before the opponent's spear, which appeared to burn with flames and thunder.

The enormous gap in equipment made his defeat seem even more inevitable and even more humiliating.

Qian Rushan snorted coldly. Although he was trembling inside, his arrogance made him stubborn: "No matter how good the weapon is, it depends on who uses it! If his skills are limited to this, he will not go far by relying on external weapons! My mountain-splitting axe is a family heirloom, nurtured by generations of strong people. How can his newly forged weapon compare?" Despite his words, his grip on the axe tightened unconsciously.

He knew that he was no match for Song Jingshi, and that the advantage of his weapon, which had once been a powerful weapon, was no longer what it used to be.

The upcoming battle will be a true head-on clash.

Unlike the shock, jealousy, and awe felt by the Four Heroes of the Inner City, a little further away on the other side of the arena, Nie Su and Bai Yunfei watched the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear in Song Jing's hand, its light gradually fading, yet still radiating a chilling aura. Only pure emotion remained in their hearts.

Undisguised envy and amazement.

"Wow—what a powerful spear!" Bai Yunfei murmured, his gaze almost unable to leave the mysterious crimson flame and starlight patterns on the spear. "The crimson flames flow, the stars twinkle, and there's even the faint purple lightning—just looking at it makes one's heart tremble. Senior Brother Song wielding this spear is truly like a tiger with wings!"

He touched the longsword at his waist, which, although of good quality, was only of the upper-grade ordinary grade, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

This is a true divine weapon!

Compared to this spear, his own sword was practically a fire poker.

Think of the power of Song Jing's "Wildfire Hundred Slashes," with its spear shadow tearing through the sky and burning everything in its path, and then think of your own mediocre Qingyun Sword Technique—the difference is beyond words.

Nie Feng was equally passionate, but his emotions were more complex and difficult to define. He accepted his defeat at the hands of Song Jing wholeheartedly.

Seeing that Song Jing possessed such a divine weapon, he felt envious but not too jealous; instead, he felt a sense of "it should be so." Such a person deserved to possess such a divine weapon.

"I had heard before that Song Jing had a close relationship with the Commandant, and the Commandant even asked Master Wang Xuanwu to forge a weapon for him," Nie Su said in a low voice, her tone filled with emotion. "Now it seems that the rumors are true. Only a master like Master Wang Xuanwu could forge such a divine weapon with such exquisite craftsmanship and perfect attribute fusion."

I've heard that the master is aloof and rarely makes a move. For Senior Brother Song to have earned his favor so much, having his weapons refined twice in a row, shows his potential and character; he has already gained the master's approval.

"Master Wang Xuanwu's work—" Bai Yunfei's envy deepened. It was an opportunity that almost every young martial artist in the inner city dreamed of. "No wonder this spear is so powerful, and its craftsmanship is so exquisite. Senior Brother Song—it's something to be envied."

They came from decent backgrounds; the Nie family was an inner-city family, and Bai Yunfei was a senior brother at the Qingyun Martial Arts School. However, to obtain a fine weapon, they needed to make contributions or wait for rewards from their family and sect. Top-quality or even rare weapons were simply unthinkable.

As for asking a grandmaster like Wang Xuanwu to tailor-make and endow it with rare attributes?

That's simply a fantasy.

Looking at Song Jing, who was calmly accepting the results from the steward on the arena, and then at the Crimson Star Thunder Spear in his hand that seemed to have a life of its own, Nie Su and Bai Yunfei felt a mix of emotions.

I'm definitely envious, but more than that, I feel a deep sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including admiration and regret).

Some people are destined to be different. Like true dragons lurking in the abyss, they rise to great heights when the clouds gather, and everything around them, including the weapons in their hands, shines with a dazzling light that attracts the world's attention.

Song Jing is undoubtedly one of the Khan's men. And this "Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear" is his sharpest and most dazzling claw on his path to ascension.

After this battle, Song Jing's ranking rose to sixth. And the name "Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear" also resounded throughout the inner city with his amazing achievement of defeating the Bone Forging Realm, becoming a legendary divine weapon that countless people talked about and admired.

Everyone knows that Song Jing's strength has undergone a qualitative transformation since he acquired this spear.

Those who are currently holding the top five positions are probably going to have a hard time sleeping and eating.

Qian Rushan, who is firmly in fifth place, is bound to have a fierce battle with Song Jing.

The gun, now wiped clean of blood, shines even brighter.

The legend of Song Jing continues.