Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Song Jing shook his head, his expression calm: "Even if there is no reward this time, I will still fight."

My junior brother didn't fight for the so-called reward of the molting pill and fifty taels of silver, but for the honor of the martial arts school.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will give it my all in this battle and I will definitely defeat Wang Hu."

He gazed at the faded "Chasing the Wind" flag in the center of the training ground, a hint of emotion still lingering in his voice, low yet firm:

"Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is like my second home."

It was it that took me in when I was all alone.

It was this that transformed me from someone at the bottom of society into a martial artist.

It gave me the ladder to stand up again.

If no one dares to fight today, then I will guard this flag.

Zhou Xingyun gave him a deep look and nodded emphatically.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

When Song Jing slowly walked into the martial arts arena, the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School was in an uproar.

"Who is this person?"

"The new sparring coach, Song Jing? I heard he's only been training for four months!"

"Wouldn't he just embarrass us again if he went up there? Even Senior Brother Zheng lost!"

"A battle between two late-stage Bull-skin Realm cultivators? Are you kidding me!"

Some shook their heads and sighed, some covered their faces and couldn't bear to watch, and many more had eyes full of doubt and anxiety.

On the other side, Wang Hu narrowed his eyes and suddenly paused.

Song Jing slowly walked out of the crowd, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Wang Hu: "You just said... the Chasing Wind Leg Technique is completely useless?"

Is the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School now deserted?

"Song Jing?" Wang Hu murmured upon hearing the name, "This name... sounds so familiar."

He suddenly remembered something, and his pupils contracted sharply:

"You...you're Song Yi's younger brother, aren't you?!"

The entire room fell silent instantly!

Unexpectedly, these two people have some connection.

Wang Hu's expression changed slightly.

Song Jing did not answer, but slowly took off his outer robe, revealing his upper body covered with old wounds.

The skin shimmered with a faint golden glow in the sunlight.

He assumed the starting stance, his voice calm as still water:

"Today, I am not only Song Yi's younger brother."

I'm also from the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, Song Jing.

The wind rises, the flag flutters.

A real contest has begun.

The dust had not yet settled on the training ground.

Wang Hu clutched his chest, drenched in cold sweat. He had thought that by defeating Zheng Siyuan, he could humiliate the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School at will, but he never expected that this unknown Song Jing would corner him with just one set of "Chasing Wind Leg Technique"!

Within three moves, Song Jing broke his balance with "Treading Swallow";

After five moves, the "Shadow Strike" followed in quick succession, sealing off his escape route;

The tenth move was a sweeping "flow interruption" that Wang Hu couldn't block in time. He suffered excruciating pain in his ribs and immediately knelt down!

The most terrifying thing is that no matter how hard Wang Hu hits, Song Jing's skin turns golden and he doesn't budge an inch!

The Golden Bell Cover!

"What...what level are you at?!"

What kind of technique is this?!

"How can its defense be so strong?" Wang Hu gasped in terror.

Song Jing pulled his legs back and stood up, his expression calm: "You're just as bad as me."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

This kid just broke through to the Martial Realm less than a month ago, yet he can actually suppress Wang Hu, a veteran and renowned expert in the Awesome Realm!

It even seems to be showing signs of overwhelming dominance?!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe it?

Just then, in the Duan Yue Martial Arts School formation, a tall, thin disciple frowned.

Cheng Xiangdong, responsible for purchasing for the central government, often frequented the black market. He stared at Song Jing's retreating figure, a sense of unease creeping into his heart:

"This figure...this walking posture...isn't this the same person who bought the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique at the black market near Xincheng Mountain a few days ago?"

Could it be... the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique he bought that day?

But he wasn't sure, and whispered to his companion beside him, "This person... looks familiar."

Post-war aftermath: A "decent" truce

Just as Song Jing was about to press his advantage, Wang Shilong spoke up: "You won unfairly, by taking turns attacking, exploiting our vulnerability, and using numbers to bully us. What kind of skill is that!"

Song Jing took three steps back, lightly clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:

"Wang Hu, you just had a fierce battle with Senior Brother Zheng, and your breathing is not yet stable."

Then I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to regulate your breathing.

To avoid anyone later saying that I won unfairly.

Don't complain if you lose!

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of Chasing Wind were greatly encouraged!

This is the true spirit of a martial artist!

Wang Hu's face turned pale and then flushed, a mixture of shame and anger on his face. He tried to tough it out, but then he heard a low growl behind him:

"Take the pill."

Sixth Senior Brother Xiao Miechen tossed over a crimson pill, while Wang Shilong handed over warm water.

Wang Hu took it and swallowed it in one gulp—it was Duan Yue's secret top-grade wound medicine, containing blood ginseng and dragon bone powder, specifically for treating internal injuries and blood stasis.

The medicine entered the body, and a warm current surged forth.

His severe chest pain subsided, his breathing became smooth, and even the purplish bruises on his skin faded somewhat.

"Truly worthy of being called a wound medicine!" he exclaimed inwardly. "Ten taels of silver per pill... that's enough for me to buy a month's supply of premium skin-strengthening ointment!"

He stood up, stretched his muscles, and indeed recovered 70% of his fighting strength.

After an incense stick's time, his fighting strength was almost fully restored.

Then, he forced a sinister smile and looked at Song Jing:

"For the sake of my brother and sister-in-law's past relationship, I'll let you off the hook later."

After all... we're related, practically family.

The entire audience was stunned.

Wang Hu swallowed the crimson wound medicine, and its effects surged, revitalizing him and allowing him to regain his strength.

Song Jing did not answer.

He slowly entered the room, his gaze sharp as a knife, having already scanned Wang Hu's entire body three times.

The two exchanged a few blows.

My left shoulder felt slightly slumped – this was from the intense fight with Senior Brother Zheng.

Shortness of breath – physical exhaustion, initial signs of stress;

When the right knee lands, the heel hits the ground first, creating a brief opening.

—The flaw lies here.

"Come," Song Jing said, uttering only one word.

Wang Hu roared, and his right leg slammed down like a giant axe—"Broken Mountain Leg - Mountain Collapse Stance"!

Song Jing turned to the side, his "Treading Swallow" skimming past, his toes touching the ground silently.

Wang Hu's punch missed its mark, causing the bluestone to crack and fragments to fly everywhere.

"Dodge? Let's see how many times you can dodge!" Wang Hu's arm muscles bulged, and he unleashed three "Earth-Splitting" punches in quick succession, his fist shadows like a torrential rain!

Song Jing finally came forward.

The first kick, the left arm blocked—"Clang!" A golden light flashed, the Golden Bell Shield withstood the blow;

The second leg, he ducked to avoid it, and then struck the back of Wang Hu's knee with his right hand—Wang Hu staggered, his right knee slightly bent, and he hesitated for a moment!

This is the moment!

A sharp glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes.

He saw it clearly—every time Wang Hu exerted his strength to the limit, his right fist would instinctively retract half an inch.

This subtle movement, an instinctive habit, is difficult for ordinary people to notice, yet it is a fatal flaw!

When the third punch landed, Song Jing no longer took it head-on.

He suddenly took a half step forward and swept out with a "flow interruption" attack, forcing Wang Hu to hastily block. The two men's arms collided, and Wang Hu's forearm fractured, causing him to scream and stagger backward.

Your defenses...

"Is this the 'Golden Bell Cover' external martial arts technique?!" he gasped and roared.

Song Jing did not answer. He deliberately slowed down his attack, luring Wang Hu to make another killing move.

As expected, Wang Hu fell for the trap and, enraged, attacked with all his might. His skin was now red, and his aura surged. "You're courting death!" he roared, unleashing the strongest move of the "Mountain-Splitting Fist Technique"—"Mountain-Splitting Heaven-Shattering Strike"!

His legs, like two dragons locked in a fierce attack, tore through the air and aimed straight for Song Jing's head, neck, and heart!

The disciples of Duan Yue Martial Arts School gasped in astonishment!

"Senior Brother Wang hadn't used this move before!"

"It seems they're going all out now, they're serious."

"Senior Brother Wang has used his signature move; the outcome is now decided."

If this strike lands, it will surely cause serious injury.