Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 104 Contest, Unexpected

"Boss, the boss—lost?"

"That Song Jing—is he that strong?!"

"Even the boss's raging storm was broken?!"

"What kind of leg technique was that at the end? The power and speed were terrifying!"

Shock, disbelief, and horror—a mix of emotions clung to the faces of the constables.

They then truly realized that the rumors about Song Jing in the outer city were not only not exaggerated, but might even have underestimated him!

This boy's strength has probably surpassed that of their leader!

Lu Beichen took a few deep breaths to suppress his surging blood and looked at Song Jing with a mixture of shock and complexity.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile: "Brother Song, what skill! What legwork! I, Lu, am completely defeated."

Your final kick had already touched the level of "intention," its power far exceeding ordinary martial arts techniques. I admire you!

He knew in his heart that Song Jing's cultivation level was not only similar to his own, but his cultivation techniques were also more exquisite and profound. In particular, his powerful and violent leg technique, the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, was probably no less than his own Gale Blade Technique.

Coupled with his formidable external defense—this young man's strength is indeed above his.

No wonder he was able to defeat Li Wei head-on.

Lu Beichen thought to himself that he had the advantage of superior cultivation techniques, was armed with a weapon, and was at a similar level, yet he still couldn't defeat him. It seemed that his talent was far inferior to his.

Moreover, he was born in a small town with no external resources. He relied on himself step by step, and at an age two years younger than me, he was able to work his way up to this level. It is truly admirable.

"Lord Lu, you flatter me. Your Gale Blade Technique is fierce and powerful, and has reached its peak. I, Song, am merely lucky." Song Jing clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone sincere.

He could sense that Lu Beichen's swordsmanship was extremely solid. This Gale Swordsmanship was indeed something special, and it was indeed quite troublesome. As expected of a technique that came from the inner city, it was more than one level stronger than the techniques from the outer layer.

It was only because he had already mastered the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique that he was able to fight him several times. Otherwise, if he hadn't practiced the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, he would definitely have been defeated today.

"Losing is losing, and I'm not so bad as to be a sore loser." Lu Beichen waved his hand, signaling the constables to disperse, and then invited Song Jing to sit down on the stone bench next to him, personally pouring him two cups of tea.

"Brother Song, you are so young yet you have such cultivation and skills. May I ask where you learned them from?" Lu Beichen asked curiously.

He could tell that although Song Jing's Chasing Wind Leg Technique shared the same origin as the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, it was more refined, and his Wind and Thunder Leg Technique and Horizontal Training Kung Fu were of extraordinary origin.

Song Jing simply said, "I learned the Wind Chasing Leg Technique from the martial arts school. The rest of my skills were all obtained by chance and I figured them out on my own."

Lu Beichen nodded, no longer delving into the matter; everyone has their own secrets.

He sighed, "Brother Song, do you know that my Gale Blade Technique is a legacy of the Gale Blade Martial Arts School in the inner city? And I am merely an ordinary outer disciple of the Gale Blade Martial Arts School. Brother Song, don't think that defeating me means the Gale Blade Martial Arts School is incompetent; it's just that my skills are lacking!" Then he threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Sparring with Brother Song today was truly exhilarating! It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying battle! I'll rest and learn another technique before we fight again!"

"Wild Wind Martial Arts School? One of the three major martial arts schools in the inner city?" Song Jing's heart skipped a beat.

"Exactly." Lu Beichen nodded. "My talent in the martial arts school is mediocre, and I'm not ranked. According to the rules of the inner city, to enter the inner city government system, one needs two years of experience at the grassroots level in the outer city."

Upon hearing this, Song Jing realized that this was exactly what most provincial departments in his previous life required—two years of grassroots work experience!

So I came to the outer city commandant's office of Tianshui City. Only after my training period is over and I pass the assessment will I have the opportunity to be transferred back to the inner city as an ordinary yamen runner—at least that's a way out.

Song Jing suddenly realized.

It turns out that Lu Beichen came from an inner city martial arts school and came to the outer city to "gild his resume" and accumulate experience. No wonder his knowledge and demeanor are different from ordinary outer city martial artists.

"Lord Lu cares deeply for the people and hates evil as if it were his enemy. In the two years he has been in the outer city, he must have witnessed a great deal of human suffering," Song Jing said.

Lu Beichen's expression darkened, and he sighed, "Yes. Only after coming to the outer city did I realize how difficult the lives of ordinary people are, and how cruel the evil sorcerers are."

The Blood Lotus Sect uses living people to refine elixirs, the Black Tiger Gang bullies and dominates the market, and the Zhang and Wang families act as accomplices to these evils—every time I see this, I feel indignant.

Commandant Chen Yanzhou is also a man of upright character who hates evil ways. Only by working under him can Lu feel that there is any meaning to his work.

We martial artists, having mastered our skills, are no different from those who bully others with their power if we cannot uphold justice and eliminate evil.

He looked at Song Jing, his eyes filled with admiration and doubt: "Brother Song, there is something I don't understand. You seem to have a deep grudge against the Blood Lotus Sect? Why do you take such great risks to oppose them time and time again? As far as I know, their power is deeply entrenched, they are ruthless and extremely difficult to deal with."

Song Jing put down his teacup, looked into the distance, and spoke in a calm voice with a righteous air: "These heretics treat the common people like straw dogs, use living people to make elixirs, and are utterly devoid of conscience. Everyone has the right to kill them. Although I am weak, since I have encountered them, there is no reason for me to stand idly by."

"Well said!" Lu Beichen slammed his hand on the stone table, abruptly standing up, his face filled with excitement and admiration. "Evil spirits and heretics should be punished by everyone! Brother Song, these words resonate deeply with me! This is the responsibility and magnanimity that we martial arts practitioners should possess! I, Lu, salute you!"

He picked up his teacup, drank the tea in place of wine, and finished it in one gulp. Song Jing also raised his cup to accompany him.

The two exchanged a smile, seemingly sharing a mutual appreciation.

Suddenly, Lu Beichen seemed to remember something, his brows furrowed, and he stared at Song Jing, his tone somewhat strange: "Brother Song, let me ask you another question—the Blood Lotus Sect branch outside the city was wiped out by a mysterious person, burned to the ground—could it be—you were behind this too?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jing's face showed a hint of embarrassment. He touched his nose and coughed lightly, "This—Lord Lu is very perceptive. Indeed, it was my doing."

"It really was you!" Lu Beichen's eyes widened as he pointed at Song Jing, both annoyed and amused. "You—"

"You—you've really put your brother in a terrible predicament! Do you know how many times Li Wujiu and Han Sha have ambushed and hunted me down these past few months, convinced that it was the Commandant's Mansion that was behind it all? I even got injured because of it! And it turns out it was you who caused all this trouble, making me take the blame for this huge mess!"

Then Lu Beichen suddenly changed the subject and laughed: "But I'm willing to take the blame for this. I'm willing to take countless blames like this, just so that the common people of the world will no longer suffer."

Song Jing quickly cupped his hands in apology and said, "This matter was indeed due to my lack of consideration, which has implicated Lord Lu. At the time, I was only thinking about eradicating evil completely, and I never expected it to cause you such trouble. I am truly sorry."

Seeing Song Jing's sincere apology, Lu Beichen's pent-up frustration vanished. He laughed and waved his hand, "Alright, alright! Although I took the blame and got beaten up, evil spirits deserve to be punished by everyone! It's better that you destroyed it than that group of scourges continuing to harm people! Although I didn't get any credit and instead got myself into trouble, I only admire your courage and actions, and hold no grudge!"

He patted Song Jing on the shoulder and said seriously, "Brother Song, you are decisive and righteous, someone I, Lu Beichen, admire. If you ever need anything in the future, or if you discover any trace of the Blood Lotus Cult or the Black Tiger Gang, just come to me! Let's eradicate evil completely, count me in! I will report this matter to the Commandant, and I believe he will be very pleased to hear about it!"

Song Jing felt a warmth in his heart and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Brother Lu! I will remember this."

Considering that I had the chance to catch the eye of the captain this time, it was quite a good result.

Sunlight shone on the training ground and also on the two of them.

A friendly exchange, a heart-to-heart talk.

Two young people from different backgrounds and with different experiences, but who share a sense of justice and a hatred for evil, forge a rare friendship and trust in the backyard of the outer city.

And this may be one of the most important sources of support for each other in the face of even more treacherous storms to come.