Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The fifth day arrived in the blink of an eye.

With the blessing of the high-quality skin-tempering ointment and molting pills that Song Jing spent a lot of money to buy every day, and with the guidance of the master that time, his understanding of leg techniques was like a sudden enlightenment.

Now, Zong Yu is almost at the peak of his mastery of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique.

It was 3:45 AM, and the sky was still dark.

Behind the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, in the training ground on the mountain, a figure was already leaping and twirling in the morning mist.

Song Jing was shirtless, sweat dripping down his well-defined muscles. His eyes were closed, his mind completely absorbed in the movements of his legs.

Song Jing exhaled slowly, feeling the surging blood and qi within his body.

After days of arduous practice, the four forms of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique have been perfected, and the essence of each form is fully understood.

More importantly, his understanding of the meaning of "chasing the wind" became deeper and deeper—the wind has no fixed shape, and so do leg techniques.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Minor Completion of Skin Forging - Iron Skin Realm (46/100)

【Chasing Wind Leg Technique - Mastery】(0/100)

[Golden Bell Cover - Beginner] (87/100)

【Wind and Thunder Leg Technique - Beginner】(94/100)

"Great legwork!"

Applause came from the sidelines.

Zhou Xingyun had appeared at the entrance of the martial arts arena at some point, dressed in a blue robe with a smile on his face.

Song Jing leaped down from the wooden stake, cupped his hands, and said, "Good morning, Senior Brother."

"Good morning." Zhou Xingyun walked into the arena, his eyes filled with admiration. "It's been a few days, and Junior Brother's leg techniques have improved again. You've already grasped three-tenths of the essence of 'Wind Control'."

"You flatter me, senior brother," Song Jing said modestly. "I'm still far from it."

Zhou Xingyun shook his head: "No need to be so modest. In the world of martial arts, those who have mastered it come first. Since we have some free time today, why don't we have a spar and let your senior brother see your current abilities?"

Song Jing's eyes lit up: "I couldn't be happier!"

The two stood facing each other, three zhang apart.

A morning breeze blew by, stirring up dust from the ground.

There are no referees, no rules, only the purest contest between martial artists.

"Please enlighten me, senior brother." Song Jing clasped his hands in greeting.

"Junior brother, be careful." Zhou Xingyun smiled.

Before the words were even finished, the two of them moved at the same time!

Zhou Xingyun lived up to his reputation as a master of the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm. His first move was the most ferocious "Shadow Strike" from the Chasing Wind Leg Technique! His figure was as fast as lightning, instantly covering a distance of three zhang, and his right leg was aimed straight at Song Jing's face!

This kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any fancy moves, showcasing the basic skills honed through countless hours of practice.

But Song Jing was even faster!

He didn't take the kick head-on, but instead lightly touched the ground with his toes and retreated three feet like a drifting catkin, just avoiding the kick.

At the same time, his left leg shot out like a venomous snake from its hole, sweeping towards Zhou Xingyun's lower body from an odd angle—this was a variation of the "Severing Flow" technique!

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Xingyun's eyes, but he remained calm and composed, slightly shifting his body and stepping forward with his left leg.

"Bang!"

Their legs crossed, producing a dull thud.

Both men retreated three steps at the same time, their strength evenly matched.

"Excellent!" Zhou Xingyun exclaimed, "Junior Brother's grasp of timing is no less than mine."

Song Jing did not answer, but stepped forward again!

This time, he took the initiative to attack. He used the "Treading Swallow" footwork, his body moving erratically from left to right, circling around Zhou Xingyun.

Each step brought a gentle breeze, gradually forming a small vortex in the field.

Zhou Xingyun focused intently, not daring to be careless in the slightest. He found that he could hardly see Song Jing's movement trajectory—it was no longer a simple "speed," but rather incorporated a certain "intention," as if Song Jing had truly transformed into the wind, omnipresent and untraceable.

Suddenly, Song Jing froze, his movements shifting from extreme motion to extreme stillness!

This meal came out of nowhere and defied common sense, yet it set off alarm bells in Zhou Xingyun's mind!

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Jing moved.

It's not "Fleeting Shadow" or "Severing Flow," but a kick that combines the essence of both—launched with the speed of "Fleeting Shadow" and finished with the power of "Severing Flow"!

The leg flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Zhou Xingyun's chest!

Zhou Xingyun's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly crossed his arms to block.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Zhou Xingyun staggered back seven steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the bluestone ground.

A tingling and numb sensation spread through his arms, and his protective inner energy showed signs of dissipating!

He was utterly shocked—the power of that kick was already incredibly close to the early stage of the Copper Skin Realm!

Before he could catch his breath, Song Jing's second leg had already arrived!

This time it was a "stunning swan"! His figure soared into the sky, his right leg cleaving down like a battle axe, carrying an indomitable momentum!

Zhou Xingyun gritted his teeth and used all his strength to unleash the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, delivering a "Surprising Swan" strike to meet the attack!

He wanted to confront Song Jing head-on and see where his limits were!

"boom!"

The two legs collided in mid-air, creating a shockwave that sent dust flying everywhere!

Zhou Xingyun felt a tremendous force coming from him, and he slid backward uncontrollably for a full three zhang before he could barely regain his balance.

After landing, Song Jing only took half a step back. Although his breathing fluctuated, it quickly calmed down.

Sit down!

The room fell silent.

Zhou Xingyun stood three zhang away, looking at his hands—the tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding. He raised his head and looked at Song Jing, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Shock, relief, emotion, and a touch of... loss.

"I lost." He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying an indescribable emotion, "I am completely convinced."

Song Jing quickly stepped forward: "Senior brother, you're too kind. You didn't use your full strength..."

"No." Zhou Xingyun shook his head, interrupting him, "I used my full strength. Those two kicks just now were my strongest attack at my peak."

He paused, then smiled wryly, "Last time we sparred, I had an excuse, saying my injuries hadn't healed. But today... I'm in perfect condition, yet I still lost."

Song Jing remained silent.

Zhou Xingyun walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and showed no jealousy in his eyes, only sincere appreciation: "Junior brother, your talent far exceeds my imagination. In just a few days, you have not only broken through to the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, but your leg techniques have also reached such a level."

He carefully recalled the battle just now, pointing out each point: "Your 'Treading Swallow' is more agile than mine, and its trajectory is more unpredictable; the burst of 'Shadow Strike' is more sudden, and its turning point is more unpredictable; the power of 'Broken Flow' is more concentrated, and its destructive power is stronger; and in the rise and fall of 'Surprising Swan,' you have already grasped the true meaning of Master."

"More importantly," Zhou Xingyun sighed, "you have mastered the four styles, and the speed of your transitions and the skill in your application of power are beyond my reach."

My leg techniques are still in the 'form' stage, while yours... has already touched upon the 'intention'.

These words were spoken frankly and sincerely.

Moved, Song Jing bowed and said, "Without my senior brother's guidance and without the master's insights, I would never have achieved what I have today."

"That was your opportunity, and also your understanding." Zhou Xingyun helped him up and said seriously, "But junior brother, you must remember—the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind."

From today onwards, your situation within the martial arts school will become even more precarious.

You need to be extra careful with Li Wei, my senior brother.

Song Jing nodded: "This disciple understands."

"Alright." Zhou Xingyun put away his emotions and laughed, "It's not shameful to lose to your own junior brother."

"Come on, your senior brother will treat you to breakfast to celebrate your great progress in cultivation!"

The two smiled at each other and walked side by side out of the training ground.

The morning light shone on them, casting long shadows.

Zhou Xingyun looked at the young man beside him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Once upon a time, he was the most dazzling genius in the martial arts school, and the school owner had high hopes for him.

But now, this junior apprentice, who has only been a student for a few months, has caught up with him and even surpassed him.

Disappointed? A little.

But more than anything, I felt gratified.

With such a talent in the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, how could it not prosper?

Song Jing walked beside his senior brother, but his mind was on something else entirely—

I wonder when I can get my senior brother back a spot in the martial arts exam. I imagine he must be heartbroken because of this, even though he seems to have a clear conscience on the surface.

He shook his head, suppressing his distracting thoughts.

The path of martial arts is long and arduous.

This is just the beginning.

What Zhou Xingyun didn't know was that this sparring match, and all the previous ones, would become his greatest glory and source of pride in the future.