Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 162 I'm Going to Fight Ten

"Don't worry, Master Wang. No one can stop me this month."

"I will keep my promise to the prefectural city."

"As for those clowns who jumped off the beam—perfect, they can be used as a sacrifice for the flag."

At this moment, news that Qian Rushan, in alliance with several major families in the inner city, had lured Wu Gang, Liu Yiyi, Shi Yong, and Mo Qi—four of the top ten masters—to challenge Song Jing in a series of challenges with great rewards spread like wildfire.

The ordinary disciples and some neutral individuals who originally held Qian Rushan in awe because of his strength and noble birth, and even regarded him as the "light of the inner city" and the "pride of Tianshui," underwent a complete change in attitude after hearing about such despicable acts.

"This...this is so despicable! They resort to underhanded tactics when they can't win?"

"A war of attrition? And bribing others? Where is the slightest bit of martial arts spirit and dignity in this?"

"Qian Rushan—how could he do this? I used to admire him so much!"

"They'd throw away all shame for a spot in the outer sect? Such tactics are despicable!"

"Although Senior Brother Song Jing comes from the outer city, he has relied on his own hard work and integrity to get where he is today! It's truly a shame that he's being targeted by such despicable tricks."

"I think Qian Rushan is desperate after losing and doesn't care about saving face anymore. Even if he manages to snatch back his spot through such means and gets into Pingtian Gate in the prefectural city, what will people think when they find out how he got there? Won't that make the whole of Tianshui City look bad?"

"Pingtian Sect wants disciples with true strength and integrity, not petty people who only know how to scheme and plot! We disdain associating with them!"

Public opinion shifted instantly.

Qian Rushan's reputation, built up over many years, collapsed in the face of this blatant and shameless "abuse of the rules."

Many people's gazes towards him shifted from awe to disdain, from admiration to disappointment. A martial artist may lose, but he must not lose his integrity.

Qian Rushan's actions have crossed the line for many people.

Nie Feng and Bai Yunfei were so angry that they cursed him mercilessly in public.

"Despicable! Shameful! They are a disgrace to all martial artists!" Bai Yunfei roared in fury. "I, Bai Yunfei, hereby swear that I sever all ties with the likes of Qian Rushan, Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, Zhao Yuanqing, and Lei Zhen! What Four Heroes of the Inner City? Bah! A bunch of scoundrels!"

Nie Feng's face was also ashen, and he coldly said, "That's right. Although I, Nie Feng, was once defeated by Senior Brother Song Jing, I am convinced of his strength and character. On the other hand, some people, being inferior in skill, resort to such despicable tricks, which is truly disgusting. From now on, in Tianshui City, there will only be the 'Inner City's Two Shames,' Qian and Sun, and no more 'Four Heroes'!"

Lei Zhen, who had been won over by Qian Rushan and already harbored resentment towards Song Jing, arrogantly declared within the Thunderclap Martial Arts School: "Senior Brother Qian did the right thing! We need to use some methods to deal with an arrogant country bumpkin like Song Jing! If the rules allow it, why not? Just watch, we'll teach him a lesson this time! It would be best to cripple him and see how arrogant he still is!"

For a time, undercurrents surged within the inner city, with voices supporting Song Jing and despising Qian Rushan gradually becoming the mainstream.

All eyes were on the third day of the title defense, and on the upcoming, intriguing first match.

"A war of attrition".

On the third day of defending the title, at noon.

The central arena was once again packed with people, and the atmosphere was more somber and eerie than ever before.

Everyone knows that today is not just a simple challenge, but the beginning of a meticulously planned war of attrition.

On one side of the arena, Mo Qi, the tenth-ranked "Ghost Shadow," stood with his arms crossed.

He was thin, with a sinister face and eyes like a venomous snake. He toyed with two short, black daggers in his hands, and his aura was unpredictable.

According to the plan, he will fire the first shot of the "attack of attrition" campaign, not seeking victory, but only to exhaust Song Jing to the greatest extent possible.

On the other side of the arena, Qian Rushan, Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, Zhao Yuanqing, Lei Zhen and others arrived early and stood in a position with an excellent view. Their faces were filled with undisguised sneers and anticipation, as if they could already see Song Jing being exhausted and finally trampled under Qian Rushan's feet.

Nie Feng and Bai Yunfei squeezed at the front of the crowd, their fists clenched, their faces full of anxiety and worry.

Although they believed in Song Jing's abilities, they were unsure of themselves in the face of such an obvious war of attrition.

"clang--!"

The bell rang.

Song Jing slowly walked onto the arena, still wearing the same blue robe and wielding the same Crimson Star Thunder Spear.

His gaze calmly swept over Mo Qi opposite him, then past him, landing on Qian Rushan and the others in the distant stands. A faint, yet mocking smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

He didn't look at Mo Qi, but instead pointed directly in the direction of Qian Rushan. His voice was clear and resonant, yet carried an undeniable arrogance that echoed throughout the entire arena: "A war of attrition? One by one, too troublesome."

He paused, and amidst everyone's astonished gazes, he said, word by word, "Qian Rushan, Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, Zhao Yuanqing, and this guy on the stage—you five pieces of trash, come up here together."

"To save my time."

Everyone doubted they had heard correctly.

Attack together?

One against five?

The opponents are five top players ranked sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth!

Among them, Qian Rushan even once defeated a monster at the Bone Forging Realm!

Has Song Jing gone mad?!

"What did he say?"

"One against five? My God!"

"Insane! Absolutely insane! Utterly outrageous!"

"Has Senior Brother Song lost his mind in anger? How could this be?!"

"Even if he's incredibly strong, he couldn't possibly take on five experts at the Bone Forging Realm simultaneously!"

After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted! Everyone was utterly stunned by Song Jing's earth-shattering and outrageous words.

Mo Qi on the stage was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red as if she had been deeply humiliated. She screamed, "Song Jing! You're asking for death!"

Qian Rushan and the others in the stands turned ashen-faced and then surged with rage.

"Arrogant! You ignorant fool!" Qian Rushan trembled with rage. He, the leader of the inner city, had never been so looked down upon, even called "trash" along with Sun Sihai and others.

"Come at me together? Fine! Since you're courting death, we'll grant your wish!" Sun Sihai gritted his teeth.

"He said it himself! The rules don't prohibit multiple people from challenging the same person, as long as the challenger agrees!" A malicious glint flashed in Li Qingmei's eyes.

Zhao Yuanqing and Lei Zhen were also furious, feeling they had been severely insulted.

"Senior Brother Song! No!" Nie Feng shouted anxiously.

"That's too risky! Senior Brother Song, think it over!" Bai Yunfei was so anxious he was stamping his feet. Although they hoped Song Jing would win, they also felt that taking on five opponents at once was too risky, practically playing with their future.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Lei Zhen burst into hysterical laughter: "Hahahaha! You've gone mad! Song Jing, you've completely lost your mind! One against five? Good! Excellent! Senior Brother Qian, all of you senior brothers and sisters, let's go! Cripple him! Eliminate his outer sect spot! Turn him into a cripple! Let's see how arrogant he can be now!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, some shocked, some horrified, some worried, and some gloating, Qian Rushan and the others exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

"Since he has brought this humiliation upon himself, we will grant his wish!" Qian Rushan roared and leaped onto the arena first!

Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, Zhao Yuanqing, and Lei Zhen followed closely behind!

Including Mo Qi and others who were already on stage, there were a total of ten people.

Although Lei Zhen did not make the top ten, Qian Rushan and the others clearly did not care about having one more person, and surrounded Song Jing in the center!

Their combined momentum, like a raging storm, pressed down on the lone figure in blue robes in the center of the arena.

One against ten!

The situation instantly became extremely dangerous!

Facing ten men who surrounded him completely and whose auras were not weak, Song Jing showed no fear. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any human emotion in them, only the purest fighting spirit and killing intent, like ancient ice!

A terrifying spear intent, fierce, domineering, and seemingly capable of burning the entire world, erupted from his center!

As if sensing its master's boiling fighting spirit, the Crimson Flame Starlight Spear displayed unprecedented intensity on its body, with three extraordinary phenomena—crimson flames, starlight, and lightning—faintly emitting a deep and excited hum!

"Kill!" Mo Qi was the first to lose his composure. His figure disappeared like a ghost and appeared behind Song Jing in the next instant. Two short, black daggers, carrying a ghostly light like poison, were aimed straight at Song Jing's back and neck! The speed was extremely fast and silent.

However, just as he thrust out his short thorn, a blur appeared before his eyes!

Song Jing's figure moved three feet to the side as if by teleportation. Before the afterimage left by the Great Perfection Nine Shadow Steps had dissipated, the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear swept across like a poisonous dragon's tail, carrying a scorching crimson-gold lightning. It arrived first after being attacked!

"The Wildfire Spear Technique—A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire!"

"Bang! Crack!"

Mo Qi only had time to cross his twin daggers to block before he felt an indescribable, terrifying force crashing down upon him!

With the cracking sound of bones breaking and the searing, numbing pain, he was struck as if by a battering ram, screaming and spitting blood as he flew backward. The two daggers in his hands twisted and deformed, and he fell off the stage, unconscious.

The fifth move, Mo Qi, ranked tenth, is defeated!

Silence! A collective gasp rippled through the audience. Too fast! Too ruthless!

"Attack together!" Qian Rushan's pupils shrank, and he shouted fiercely. He saw the terror in Song Jing and dared not be careless in the slightest. His mountain-splitting axe, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, came crashing down!

Sun Sihai's Water-Splitting Thorn, Li Qingmei's Dark Shadows, Zhao Yuanqing's Wind-Returning Sword, and Lei Zhen's Thunderclap Palm all launched their fiercest attacks on Song Jing from different directions!

Five powerful attacks instantly sealed off all of Song Jing's escape routes!

Faced with this deadly situation, Song Jing's eyes turned cold, and his footwork changed mysteriously. He combined the perfected Chasing Wind Leg Technique with the Great Nine Shadow Step to the extreme. His figure was like a phantom, flashing rapidly in the small space. He managed to squeeze out a sliver of life from the gap between the five attacks!

At the same time, the Perfect Golden Bell Shield was activated, and a pale golden hue flowed under the skin, which withstood some of the unavoidable aftershocks.

"Ninth place, it's your turn." A cold voice rang in "Iron Tower" Shi Yong's ears.

He was horrified to discover that Song Jing had somehow ghost-like approached him, a burly man known for his defense and strength. The Crimson Star Thunder Spear, carrying a spiraling force, ignored his heavy punch and precisely struck a point in the flow of blood and qi between his chest and abdomen!

"break!"

"Pfft—!" Shi Yong's towering body suddenly stiffened, his protective qi and blood shattered like bubbles, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His massive body staggered backward and was then kicked hard in the chest by a Wind and Thunder Kick that followed. His sternum caved in, and he screamed as he rolled off the stage.

The tenth move, and Shi Yong, who was ranked ninth, was defeated!

"Eighth place." Song Jing appeared without stopping, like a ghost, beside Liu Yiyi, who was waving her Flowing Cloud Fan and creating vortexes of energy to try to trap him.

The Crimson Star Thunder Spear delivered a simple, straight thrust, swift as lightning, precisely piercing through all the fan shadows and aiming for Liu Yiyi's throat.

Liu Yiyi's face paled, and she hurriedly blocked with her Flowing Cloud Fan, only to feel the incredibly concentrated power contained in the tip of the spear, as well as a scorching and numbing force penetrating the fan, making her arm ache and go numb, and she almost dropped the fan.

With a flick of his wrist, Song Jing pressed the gun down, delivering a powerful sweeping blow that slammed into Liu Yiyi's shoulder.

"Ah!" Liu Yiyi cried out in pain as her shoulder bone shattered. She was sent flying through the air and crashed off the stage.

In the twentieth move, Liu Yiyi, ranked eighth, was defeated!

"Seventh place." Song Jing's figure had already transformed into a streak of azure lightning, rushing straight towards Wu Gang, the "Broken Mountain Blade," who was fiercely attacking with his blade.

Wu Gang roared, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, slashing down with the force to cleave mountains and split rivers. Song Jing neither dodged nor evaded, his Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear rising from below, unleashing a "Fire Borrowing the Wind" technique that soared into the sky!

"Clang—Boom!"

The clash of swords and spears produced a deafening roar and blinding sparks.

Wu Gang felt a scorching and violent force, far beyond his imagination, coming from the gun. His tiger's mouth split open, his long sword swung high, and his center gate was wide open!

Song Jing stepped forward, his left palm gathering the power of wind and thunder, and firmly imprinted itself on Wu Gang's chest!

"Wind and Thunder Palm!"

"Pfft!" Wu Gang was struck as if by lightning. His chest caved in, blood gushed out, and he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, unable to get up.

In the thirtieth move, Wu Gang, ranked seventh, was defeated!

In the blink of an eye, he defeated Mo Qi in ten moves, Shi Yong in ten moves, Liu Yiyi in ten moves, and Wu Gang in ten moves!

Song Jing was like a tiger among sheep, invincible!

The strength they displayed completely exceeded everyone's expectations!

That speed, strength, defense, and control over the battle were simply like those of a demon god!

On the stage, only Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, and Sun Sihai remained, their faces deathly pale and their eyes filled with utter horror, along with others whose eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Qian Rushan and Lei Zhen were both shocked and furious.

The five men had long lost their initial arrogance and scheming, leaving only boundless fear.

They finally realized just how terrifying the being they had provoked truly was!

"It's your turn." Song Jing stood with his gun, the tip pointing outwards, his voice calm yet like the pronouncement of death. The bloodstains on the Crimson Star Thunder Spear, stained with the blood of the enemy, quickly evaporated under the crimson flames, adding to its ferocity.

"Fight him!" Qian Rushan roared like a wild beast, and together with Zhao Yuanqing, Sun Sihai, Li Qingmei, and Lei Zhen, they launched their strongest attacks!

The Mountain-Splitting Axe, the Wind-Returning Sword, the Water-Splitting Thorn, the Shadow Needle, and the Thunderclap Palm—five attacks converged into a destructive torrent, determined to engulf Song Jing!

Faced with this final counterattack, a fierce glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes. He pushed the immense blood and qi of his perfected realm to its limit, perfectly blending the true meaning of the Great Perfection Wildfire Spear Technique with the fire and thunder spirituality of the Crimson Flame Star Thunder Spear!

"Wildfire—Hundred Slashes! Burning Heaven and Destroying Earth!"

No longer just a few dozen spear shadows, but nearly a hundred terrifying spear shadows intertwined with crimson flames and lightning, seemingly capable of igniting and tearing the heavens and earth apart. Centered on Song Jing, they erupted in all directions with a deafening roar! Like a real volcanic eruption, or like a destructive sea of ​​thunder and fire descending!

"Boom! B ...

An unprecedentedly terrifying explosion resounded through the sky! The entire central arena was completely engulfed by blinding crimson-gold lightning! The extremely violent shockwave violently distorted and nearly shattered the protective light shields surrounding the arena! Nearby spectators were thrown over by the shockwave, screaming in alarm.

The light slowly faded away.

The arena was a scene of devastation, covered with scorch marks and furrows.

Song Jing stood in the center, holding a gun in one hand, slightly out of breath, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth and several tears on his blue robe, but his figure remained as upright as a pine tree and his eyes as sharp as ever.

Around him, Zhao Yuanqing, Li Qingmei, Sun Sihai, and Lei Zhen lay sprawled on the ground like dead dogs, their bodies charred black, their weapons shattered, their breaths utterly exhausted, lacking even the strength to get up, their eyes filled with endless fear and bewilderment.

Only Qian Rushan managed to prop himself up with his axe, remaining kneeling and not falling.

But his dark gold axe was covered in cracks, and he himself was bleeding from all seven orifices, his chest heaving violently. His gaze as he looked at Song Jing was filled with disbelief, despair, and a deep-seated fear.

The fiftieth move.

One against ten, a complete victory!

Dead!

A long, suffocating silence.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the figure in blue robes holding a spear standing on the arena, and at the six "inner city prodigies" who had been arrogant not long ago but were now slumped like dead dogs.

One against ten — five moves — overwhelming — almost crushing —

Is this...is this even human?! This is practically a god of war descended to earth!

"My God..." a disciple murmured, his voice hoarse.

"One against five—no, one against ten—we won—we won them all—" Another disciple stared blankly.

"Fifty moves—only fifty moves—and they knocked down all ten of Qian Rushan's men—" someone repeated absentmindedly.

"Song Jing—Senior Brother Song—what kind of monster is he?!" Finally, someone shouted hoarsely.

The next moment, a roar like a volcanic eruption exploded! The entire square was in complete uproar!

"He won! Senior Brother Song won! One against ten! My God!"

"Too strong! Too strong! This strength—it's absolutely overwhelming!"

"Fifty moves! Just fifty moves! My goodness, I thought he was just bragging—"

"Is this the strength of the top student in the A-level zone? No, this is definitely top-tier outer sect level!"

"No wonder the steward said he has a chance to become an inner disciple—with such strength, how could the outer disciples possibly hold him back?!"

"A monster! A genius! No, a prodigy! A true dragon has emerged from our Tianshui City!"

"Qian Rushan and his gang—they've really disgraced themselves! Ten against one and they still got killed. Do they even know how to play?"

"This isn't just shameful, it's a disgrace to the inner city! Don't ever say you know them again!"

Cheers, exclamations, adoration, and awe rose in waves.

Everyone looked at Song Jing with unparalleled awe and fervor.

After this battle, Song Jing's reputation among the younger generation in Tianshui City reached an unprecedented peak!

He is no longer a "dark horse," but the undisputed king!

It truly represents the face of Tianshui City's younger generation!

Nie Feng and Bai Yunfei were already moved to tears, embracing each other tightly and shouting hoarsely, "Senior Brother Song! Invincible!"

"Senior Brother Song! Long live him!"

On the arena, Qian Rushan listened to the deafening cheers for Song Jing, saw the miserable state of his companions like rag dolls, and felt the excruciating pain and helplessness that penetrated to his very bones. His last shred of hope and pride was shattered. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness. The cracked axe in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Challenger Song Jing has successfully defended his title! He remains in fifth place!" The disciple announced excitedly with all his might, his voice trembling.

The news spread like wildfire, instantly reaching the Commandant's Mansion, the Weapon Forging Courtyard, and even the County Magistrate's Residence.

Captain Chen Yanzhou was reviewing official documents in his study when he heard his guard's excited, incoherent report. He was first taken aback, then suddenly stood up, threw his wolf-hair brush to the ground, and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the roof tiles: "Good! Good! Good lad! One against ten, swept aside in fifty moves! Exhilarating! So exhilarating! This is the spirit and strength that martial artists of our generation should have! Well done! You've shown the prestige of my humble abode! You've shown the backbone of Tianshui City! Hahahaha! Old Wang, this time, you've really brought me a truly rare gem!"

In Wang Xuanwu's courtyard, this master craftsman, who was always inscrutable, paused slightly while sipping his tea when he heard Song Jing's words, "Attack all five of these useless trash at once."

When he heard that Song Jing had swept away ten people in fifty moves, he slowly put down his teacup. His usually calm face revealed an unusually cheerful smile, even with a hint of pride.

"Good lad—you haven't disappointed me after all." He gazed towards the arena, his eyes filled with admiration. "This arrogance is confidence built on absolute strength. This decisiveness is the true nature of a martial artist. It seems the trip to the prefectural city next month won't be lonely. This Bone Strengthening Pill has certainly found the right use for him."

He seemed to already see what amazing waves this young man, whom he had personally forged into a divine weapon and witnessed growing rapidly, would stir up on the broader stage of the prefectural city.

On the arena, Song Jing slowly sheathed his gun, his gaze sweeping over the ten unconscious or dazed "defeated opponents" on the ground, then over the countless awe-inspiring and fanatical gazes below the stage, and finally looking up at the distant sky.

The hustle and bustle and grudges within the inner city have now come to a complete end.

His path lies ahead.

In the prefectural city, at Pingtian Gate, at the pinnacle of martial arts.

See you in the prefectural city in a month.

What he didn't know was that the captain was preparing a real surprise and opportunity for him.