Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The night was as dark as ink, the moon hung high in the sky, and its clear light shone on the martial arts training ground of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts Hall. The bluestone ground gleamed with a cold luster, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.

Four lanterns hung at the four corners, their flickering light illuminating two opposing figures in the center—Song Jing and Li Ling Shuang.

The wind quietly stopped.

Lin Wan'er stood on the sidelines, unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands, her brows slightly furrowed.

She knew Li Ling Shuang's temperament—stubborn as iron, once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

But she knew Song Jing's nature even better—silent as a deep pool, unmoved until he was like a thunderclap.

This battle, seemingly initiated by Li Ling Shuang, was in reality a result of fate pushing the two to the brink of confrontation.

The second senior brother stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes piercing as he stared intently at the arena.

He had originally come to watch the spectacle, but now his expression was extremely solemn.

Zhou Xingyun crossed his arms and smiled, a playful glint in his eyes, but a faint, almost imperceptible hope lurked deep within.

He also wanted to know if his junior brother's current strength was enough to overcome the Iron Skin Realm and surpass his own level. After tonight, everything would be clear.

"Junior brother, don't worry. Senior sister is older than you and has a higher cultivation level. She will give way to you."

"I won't let you lose face too much. I've already told my seniors to keep the outcome of this match a secret from you."

"I'll make the first move and test my junior brother's strength," Li Ling Shuang said in a low voice, her tone as cold as frost.

Before she could finish speaking, she moved suddenly!

As a beginner in the Iron Skin Realm, her blood and qi were already flowing like mercury, her bones and muscles were strong and robust.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground trembled slightly, cracking open, and he shot out like an arrow! His right leg swept across, unleashing the first move of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, "Severing the Flow," with a deafening roar. The force of the wind cut his face, the air exploded, and the fallen leaves within three feet were instantly torn to shreds, turning into dust and scattering!

"So fast! It seems Ling Shuang cultivates very diligently. This move shows how deep her foundation is." Lin Wan'er held her breath, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"The strength of someone at the Iron Skin Realm is indeed different." The second senior brother nodded slightly. "When the muscles and bones exert force, they can already cause the blood and qi throughout the body to resonate. This kick is something that ordinary Forging Skin martial artists simply cannot withstand."

He could probably kick three Zheng Siyuans and one Wang Hu away with one kick.

Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "But Song Jing... hasn't made a move yet."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jing made a move.

Instead of taking the blow head-on, he slightly shifted his body, lightly touched the ground with his left foot, and nimbly dodged the leg strike at the last possible moment.

Li Ling Shuang's attack missed its mark, and before she could recover, Song Jing had already closed in, kicking out with his right leg straight for her shoulder!

The leg wind appears gentle, but it is as fast as lightning, striking the vital points directly!

"How could he be so fast?!" Lin Wan'er exclaimed in surprise.

"It wasn't speed," Zhou Xingyun said in a deep voice, "it was anticipation. He had already calculated the opening after Ling Shuang's kick—the moment she pulled back to defend, her blood and energy hadn't been replenished, leaving her vulnerable!"

He doesn't move when he's still, but when he does, he strikes straight for the vital points—that's true combat!

Li Ling Shuang reacted extremely quickly, her shoulder slumped, she spun around to dodge, and then swept her leg out with a powerful kick, aiming straight for Song Jing's face.

Instead of retreating, Song Jing advanced, his right arm trembling as the Golden Bell Shield's true power flowed, his forearm as hard as iron, and he took the palm strike head-on!

"Bang!"

The palms and arms struck each other with a dull thud like a drumbeat, causing the surrounding fallen leaves to scatter.

Li Ling Shuang felt a numbness in her thigh, as if she had been struck by iron, while Song Jing remained unmoved, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked with spiderweb-like patterns!

"His Golden Bell Shield seems to have improved since last time?!" The second senior brother's pupils shrank. "How long has it been? Is this kid really a genius at practicing external martial arts?"

Because of his perfect fit with the external training method, Junior Brother Zhou often praised him to me for his extraordinary perseverance, but I didn't take it seriously at first.

"I never expected it to be so, it's beyond my imagination and quite surprising. No wonder I was able to guide the external martial arts technique to such a level."

"Not only that," Zhou Xingyun sneered. "His 'Shadow Strike' just now, the leg movement seemed to flow with the power of the wind, his 'Chasing Wind Leg Technique' is indeed at a minor level of mastery! Moreover, his foundation is terrifyingly solid. He uses the four leg techniques with consummate skill, weaving them flexibly. Watching him make moves is like appreciating the beauty of art!"

Li Ling Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and she finally looked directly at the person in front of her.

She no longer held back, unleashing a series of powerful kicks—"Treading Swallow," "Gliding Shadow," "Breaking Flow," and "Startling Swan"—in quick succession. Her leg shadows were like a tapestry, the wind howled, and she swept upwards like a whirlwind!

Each kick carried the heavy force of the Iron Skin Realm, leaving shallow pits in the ground and sending pebbles flying!

"That's more like it! Junior Sister Ling Shuang is serious!" Zhou Xingyun nodded. "She has been practicing the Chasing Wind Leg Technique for a long time. Although she hasn't mastered it yet, her moves are very skillful. She can already use the momentum to launch a series of attacks. Even ordinary people in the early Iron Skin Realm would have a hard time getting close to her! This set of combos shows how hard she has worked."

But Song Jing remained calm.

He neither retreated nor avoided, his figure moving like a green bamboo in the wind, adapting to the situation.

Although Li Ling Shuang's leg movements were numerous, they always missed by a hair's breadth. Sometimes he would sidestep to avoid her, like the wind passing through the treetops; sometimes he would block her attack with his golden bell shield, as immovable as a mountain; and sometimes he would use her force against her, forcing her to defend herself with a backhand palm strike.

He seemed not to be fighting, but rather—swimming like a dragon.

"Is he... testing his moves?" Lin Wan'er suddenly realized, her voice trembling slightly. "He's using Li Ling Shuang to test his own movement techniques and defense! He's honing his skills!"

"Clever," the second senior brother sighed. "Knowing that his level was inferior, he used skill to overcome force and stillness to control movement."

He wasn't seeking victory; he was—sharpening his knife.

He used this battle to truly understand the limits of his own strength.

Finally, Li Ling Shuang unleashed a powerful and incredibly fast kick, its shadow streaking like a rainbow as it pierced straight through the center!

Song Jing had been waiting for this moment.

He took a sudden step forward, his right leg whipping out like a whip, unleashing the fourth move of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, the same move "Surprising Beauty"!

His figure moved like lightning, passing through the shadow of the leg in an instant, heading straight for Li Ling Shuang's center!

"Not good!" Zhou Xingyun blurted out, "He used the momentum of the 'Surprising Swan' leg move without retracting it to exert force in the opposite direction. This is... using wind to break wind!"

He used Li Ling Shuang's strength as an advantage!

Li Ling Shuang was shocked and hurriedly returned to defend, but it was already too late.

Song Jing feinted with his left foot, then swept out with his right leg, unleashing three consecutive moves: "Treading Swallow," "Gliding Shadow," and "Severing Flow," as if the three moves had been combined into one.

Senior Brother Zhuo, who had a deep understanding of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, couldn't help but praise it, saying, "This move captures the essence of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique. Only those who have reached the minor mastery stage can comprehend the combination of the three styles."

To execute these three moves in quick succession, with such smooth transitions and without any awkwardness, as if it were all done in one breath.

Zhou Xingyun nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, it seems that Junior Sister Ling Shuang is in danger."

Song Jing's leg strike was as sharp as a knife, sweeping forward like a blade, aimed straight at her chest!

"Danger! Stop! Junior Brother Song!" Lin Wan'er exclaimed, holding her breath for Junior Sister Ling Shuang.