Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

He quickly wrote a secret letter:

Sent to Senior Brother Li Wei:

"If I were here, the martial arts school would not have suffered such a great humiliation. Instead, it was Song Jing who got to show off in front of the old master."

My junior brother has now broken through to the Iron Skin Realm, and under his senior brother's guidance, he has already achieved some success in the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. He will be returning soon.

"Don't worry, senior brother. Wang Hu is no threat, nor is Song Jingtong."

After writing, he sealed the letter with wax, his eyes flashing with a cold light like knives:

"Song Jing, do you think you can turn things around with just one molting pill?"

Innocent!

I've used at least four or five of them to accelerate the tempering to the Iron Skin Realm.

You are currently only at the mid-stage of the Bull Skin Realm, far from the Iron Skin Realm, and breaking through the Iron Skin bottleneck is beyond your imagination.

It is truly foolish to not focus on one particular cultivation method and level of attainment, but instead to cultivate in a scattered manner.

This is truly self-destructive. How will I cultivate Ming Jin before my Qi and blood decline, and finally break through to the Melting Flesh Realm?

On the day of the challenge, just as dawn was breaking, Wang was already busy at the stove, with pots and pans clattering and clanging.

She had already heard that her younger brother, Wang Hu, was going to represent the Duan Yue Martial Arts School to challenge the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School today.

This battle is of great importance, not only concerning Duan Yue's prestige in Xiushui Town, but also the reputation of Duan Yue Martial Arts School.

She had already planned it out in her mind: if her younger brother won by a large margin, she would spread the news among the neighbors and let everyone know that the Wang family had produced a young prodigy, while the Song family's younger brother, Song Jing, was nothing more than that, not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

"Brother Wang, there's a martial arts competition at the gym these days, it's so lively, you have to go and see it for yourself!" She grabbed Butcher Wang, who was chopping meat, and said urgently, "I can't squeeze in, but you're strong and powerful, you should be able to sneak into the training ground, right?"

When you get back, you have to tell me every single detail how my brother did!

How many people did they win against?

Did you beat the people from the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School until they begged for mercy on their knees?

Butcher Wang wiped his sweat and nodded: "Don't worry, I'm most interested in this kind of thing. I'll stand in the front row."

On the drill ground, before the war drums sounded, the tension had already flared.

As soon as Wang Hu appeared, he was like a tiger descending the mountain, defeating three veteran disciples of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School in succession, breaking their shoulders and ribs, and shattering their knees, shocking the entire audience.

Then, with a move called "Mountain-Slaying Leg Technique: Mountain-Tilt", he sent Zheng Siyuan, one of the best new disciples of the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, flying with a single kick, breaking three wooden stakes, spitting out blood, and collapsing to the ground on the spot.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was ashen-faced. The old master remained silent with his eyes closed, the eldest disciple Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists and trembled, and the second disciple Li Wei lowered his head and remained silent.

Only Song Jing continued practicing his martial arts in the courtyard. His Golden Bell Cover shone with gold, and his Wind Steps were as swift as lightning, as if the conflicts outside were none of his concern.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Butcher Wang saw it all clearly and was deeply shocked: This Wang Hu truly lives up to his reputation as a martial arts genius! He's really made something of himself, much stronger than the Song family brat! Look at that momentum! Look at that power!

As evening approached, a light drizzle began to fall.

Wang stood at the alley entrance, soaked to the bone, anxiously looking around.

Finally, Butcher Wang emerged from the rain, holding a tattered umbrella.

"Brother Wang! How is it?!" She rushed forward, her voice trembling.

Butcher Wang took a breath and nodded: "Your younger brother, Wang Hu, is really amazing!"

He swept across the entire field, even kicking Zheng Siyuan flying! (Chase)

The disciples of Fengwu Martial Arts School all turned pale, not daring to utter a sound!

Wang's eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands together, saying, "May our ancestors bless me! I knew my brother would amount to something!"

She then asked, "What about Song Jing? Did he play? Who did he beat?"

Butcher Wang shook his head: "Song Jing? I haven't seen him show his face."

I heard that he was a nobody in the martial arts school. Although he was a martial artist, he was just an ordinary person among martial artists and didn't even have the qualifications to participate.

If he dared to go up, Wang Hu would probably knock him off the stage in one move, which would be a disgrace to the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

Wang's lips curled up, her eyes filled with smugness.

That idiot Song Yi, will he ever dare to talk back to me again? He even dares to say that his younger brother is amazing and destined for greatness?

Now look, whose younger brother is truly successful!

She turned and left, telling everyone she met, "My younger brother, Wang Hu, fought against everyone from the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School today, and beat them so badly they couldn't even lift their heads!"

Even their strongest new disciple, Zheng Siyuan, was kicked several meters away by him!

Passersby turned to look, some exclaiming, "That's incredible!"

This Wang Hu is probably the most outstanding young talent in Xiushui Town!

"That's right! He's much better than that kid from the Song family!"

I heard that Song Jing has never even fought a decent opponent. He used to hide in that dilapidated thatched hut all day, and I wonder what kind of weird kung fu he was practicing!

"The Wang family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"

Overjoyed, Mrs. Wang immediately decided, "Tonight, I'll treat all the relatives to dinner! Let's have a proper celebration!"

The Wang family's dining table was brightly lit.

Wang Shi originally invited his cousin Liu Yuzhi, who is also Zheng Siyuan's wife.

She didn't even bother to accept the invitation. After thinking about it, Wang thought that the other party was probably too heartbroken at the moment, since her cousin's husband had been defeated by Tiger Brother.

As the food and drinks were served, the relatives took their seats, each offering their praise.

"Wang Hu is a promising young man with a bright future!"

"Of course! The fact that Duan Yue Martial Arts School sent him to fight shows that the school master values ​​him!"

"He's much better than that kid from the Song family! Sister Wang really had good judgment back then, supporting his martial arts training so wholeheartedly!"

Song Yi sat in the corner, his face dark, his fists clenched, but he dared not utter a sound.

Wang glanced at him smugly, her tone contemptuous:

From now on, Wang Hu will be the hope of our Wang family.

You don't need to worry so much about your younger brother!

Song Yi lowered his head and remained silent.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of his new residence, Song Jing was still practicing his martial arts.

Raindrops fell on his bare upper body, his Golden Bell Cover gleamed with a faint golden light, he swept across the courtyard wall with his Wind Step, his Thunder Kick shattered the wooden stakes, and the combined wind and thunder strike was deafening.

He seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, yet he also seemed to be silently declaring that true strength lies in quiet strength.

At the entrance of the alley, next to the house.

Wang Hu came alone and stood outside Song Jingyuan, looking at the figure practicing martial arts in the rain with a complicated expression.

He witnessed Song Jing unleash a powerful kick, shattering the wooden stake and sending debris flying; with another step, his figure moved like lightning, so fast that even his afterimage was not visible.

"Is this all the power of Xiao Cheng's Chasing Wind Leg Technique?"

So he didn't use his full strength at all today!

So... Senior Brother Song has long surpassed me.

He was deeply shocked and his former arrogance vanished.

He stepped forward slowly, bowed his head, and spoke in a low, sincere voice:

Brother Song, I'm here today not to challenge you, but to sincerely apologize.

I'm sorry. This challenge was due to my arrogance and ignorance.

I shouldn't have belittled the Wind Chasing Martial Arts School, much less underestimated you. But we each serve our own masters, and I have no choice but to fight.

He paused, his voice trembling slightly: "If you had harbored murderous intent and sought revenge back then, I would have died at your hands long ago."

Even if he doesn't die, he'll definitely be crippled!

But you didn't use your killing move; you only touched me lightly. Although I was seriously injured...

I understand that this is what I deserve. It's perfectly normal to get injured during sparring, and I also injured one of your martial arts school's disciples.

Wang Hu will forever remember this kindness.

At this point, Wang Hu was moved by Song Jingkuan's magnanimity, and his eyes reddened.

Suddenly, a "thud" was heard.