Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The entire old street suddenly turned gray and hazy.

Just as a few drops of drizzle landed on his palm, Song Jing felt an unusual chill.

He was unaware of the impending crisis and made no special preparations for it.

It's because he's always preparing.

Facing an unknown crisis that may arrive at any time.

"Now!" Lai Xiaosi growled like a wild beast as his iron fist struck straight at Lai's back!

Wang Xiaowu locked his hands around Ma Xiaosan's throat, while the dagger hidden in Ma Xiaosan's sleeve gleamed eerily.

Three deadly intents, like venomous snakes, coiled towards the boy's throat!

Amidst the swirling withered leaves, Song Jing paused slightly, as if sensing something, and turned his head to look towards the dry well.

The moonlight swept across his eyes, cold as quenched iron.

The wind picked up.

The copper bell on the eaves made a strange "ding" sound.

Lai Xiaosi's iron fist was only three inches from Song Jinghou's heart, Wang Xiaowu's withered claws were no more than a foot from his throat, and Ma Xiaosan's dagger's eerie light had already illuminated the boy's profile—

The murderous intent was like a taut string, stretched to its limit.

The smile on Song Jing's lips hadn't faded, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes, only a bottomless, icy pool.

The night wind whipped up fallen leaves, making them dance like butterflies.

The deadly trap has been set at its throat.

He could see the three men's fists, withered claws, and daggers getting closer and closer to his senior brother. In less than three seconds, they would surely pierce through his body.

The two martial arts school disciples were so shocked they were in their throats. They shouted a warning, "Senior Brother Song, be careful!"

The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the desolate training ground outside the city. Broken pillars lay scattered, sand and stones littered the ground, with only a tattered military flag fluttering in the wind in the center.

The wind whipped up the yellow sand, fluttering the corners of the young man's clothes. Song Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his back to the setting sun, his figure stretched long and slender like a sword, standing still like a pine tree, as if he had become one with this ruin.

Three murderous intents, like the spitting tongues of venomous snakes, silently approached from three directions.

"Now!" Lai Xiaosi roared, his iron fist like a hammer, smashing out with a thunderous roar, tearing through the air and coming at Song Jinghou's heart in just three inches!

Wang Xiaowu's withered claws were like a ghost's, his ten fingers were black, and his claw shadows were heavy. He went straight for the throat, no more than a foot away from the neck.

Ma Xiaosan slightly raised his dagger, its cold light gleaming. A drop of black blood dripped from the tip of the blade, illuminating the boy's profile—three moves were unleashed simultaneously, sealing off any escape route. Ruthless and precise, each move was a killing blow!

However, just as fists, claws, and daggers were about to touch, Song Jing made his move.

It wasn't dodging, it wasn't blocking, but rather—a faint golden light flashed around his body, like the gentle ringing of a bronze bell, and the true energy within his body circulated and instantly condensed on his surface.

"clang!"

Lai Xiaosi's iron fist struck his back like a bronze bell, producing a crisp sound. The recoil traveled up his arm, splitting his tiger's mouth and leaving his entire arm numb as if struck by lightning!

His pupils constricted sharply, and he retreated in shock: "Golden Bell Shield?! This is impossible! He's only just entered the Iron Skin Realm, how could he have mastered such a powerful external martial art!"

When Wang Xiaowu's withered claws gripped his shoulder, it felt as if he were pressing on iron, his knuckles aching as if he were gripping black iron, and tiny cracks appeared on the tips of his claws.

Ma Xiaosan thrust out his dagger, but a golden light flashed from Song Jing's shoulder, causing the dagger to deflect, only tearing the hem of Song Jing's clothes, and a piece of cloth fell to the ground.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Song Jing slowly turned around, his eyes flashing like lightning as he swept over the three of them. A slight smile played on his lips, and his tone was indifferent. "A sneak attack? Is that all?"

The three men's expressions changed simultaneously.

"This kid... was prepared!" Ma Xiaosan murmured, his dagger trembling slightly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"Something's not right. His aura is steady, and his footwork is light and agile—definitely not what one would expect from someone just entering the Iron Skin Realm!" Lai Xiaosi shook his numb arm, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise. "Could it be... that he's already broken through?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Xiaowu gritted his teeth, his withered claws flashing like black snakes coiling around him. "Let's finish this quickly and capture him together! Otherwise, things might get complicated, and if the higher-ups blame us, none of us can afford the consequences!"

The three pounced again, their fists, claws, and daggers weaving into a net, their attacks like a tidal wave.

Song Jing, however, strolled leisurely, his feet lightly touching the ground like swallows skimming the water's surface, dodging the three deadly attacks;

Suddenly, a swift movement occurred, and the toe precisely struck the Shenmen acupoint between Ma Xiaosan's wrists. The dagger flew out of his hand and embedded itself in a distant wooden stake, vibrating and humming, with fine cracks appearing on the blade.

"Such fast leg techniques!" The young disciples watching the battle gasped in astonishment.

"He...he actually used leg techniques to break Ma Xiaosan's hidden weapon?" the older disciple murmured. "That wasn't basic lightness skill, it was 'Shadow Strike'! The second move of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique, and he's mastered it so skillfully!"

Song Jing remained silent, only a slight smile playing on his lips.

Instead of retaliating, he used the strength of the three men to hone his skills. For the first fifty moves, he used defense as offense, focusing on practicing his reaction and footwork. Every iron fist became a touchstone, and every withered claw became a whetstone.

The Golden Bell Cover took the iron fist head-on, causing Lai Xiaosi's finger bones to almost crack and blood to seep from his fist.

The swallow dodged the withered claws, severed Wang Xiaowu's meridian pathways, causing his internal energy to become disordered and black blood to spill from the corner of his mouth;

With a swift and lightning-fast kick, Ma Xiaosan was forced to tumble and roll in a sorry state, not even having time to use his "Shadow Escape for Three Breaths".

Before fifty moves had even been completed, the three men's attacks were already showing signs of disarray, their coordination was broken, and their breathing was disordered.

Just then, two figures rushed in from outside the martial arts arena.

Senior Brother Zhou and Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er stood side by side, both dressed in martial arts school attire.

Senior Brother Zhou, with a long sword at his waist, swept his gaze across the battlefield, his pupils shrinking slightly: "It's Song Jing... being surrounded by three people?"

"Quick! We have to save him!" Lin Wan'er said urgently, her hand already on the hilt of her sword, her brows furrowed with anxiety.

But the next moment, Senior Brother Zhou suddenly stopped.

In the arena, Song Jing unleashed a stunning kick, the force of which exploded like thunder, the wind from his leg like a knife, sending Lai Xiaosi staggering back seven steps, his chest shimmering with golden light, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

However, he himself was breathing steadily and moving lightly, as if he had not exerted his full strength.

"...He handled it with ease." Senior Brother Zhou murmured, his tense shoulders and back slowly relaxing, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You're still laughing?!" Lin Wan'er glared at him. "Junior Brother Song is being attacked by three people, and you can still laugh? Don't you have any conscience? If anything happens to him, can you take responsibility?"

Senior Brother Zhou shook his head, his gaze deep: "Senior Sister Lin, look closely—he's not struggling, he's...practicing his moves."

Look at his footwork and rhythm; every dodge perfectly matches the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique," and every counterattack is precise and controlled. This isn't about survival; it's about—practice.

Lin Wan'er was taken aback and stared intently at the scene.

Sure enough, Song Jing's every kick was textbook perfect, with flawless angles for dodging, timing for counterattacks, and control of force.

He remained calm and composed, like a cat playing with a mouse, seemingly using his opponent to hone his own skills.

"This...how is this possible?" she exclaimed in shock. "When...did he become so terrifying?"

"He's broken through," Senior Brother Zhou whispered. "Even if he hasn't broken through in Golden Bell Cover and Wind Chasing Leg Technique, he's at least improved a lot. He's probably not far from breaking through."

...He's no longer the junior brother who needed our protection.

Lin Wan'er was still worried, so she stepped forward and called out loudly, "Song Jing! Do you need any help? I can help you keep one person occupied!"