Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 88 The Martial Arts School Battle: Song Jing in a Desperate Situation

Outside Tianshui City, at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

The training ground was bustling with activity today.

With the headmaster Lin Xuanyue heading north, the position of headmaster is now vacant. This is not only a major event within the Zhuifeng Martial Arts Academy, but it has also attracted the attention of many forces in the outer city.

The crowd was bustling. Almost all the disciples of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School had arrived. Many prominent figures from the outer city, spies from other martial arts schools, and even a lot of ordinary people who wanted to watch the excitement were all crowded around the sidelines.

Among them, the group from Duan Yue Martial Arts School attracted particular attention.

Senior Brother Duan Tianying, the number one expert of Duan Yue Martial Arts School, has already reached the pinnacle of the Bronze Skin Realm.

Second Senior Brother Shi Kun, at the Great Perfection of the Copper Skin Realm, exuded an aura as heavy as a mountain, while Sixth Senior Brother Xiao Miechen crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips, his gaze sweeping over the people of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

"Senior Brother Duan, it seems today is Li Wei's coronation ceremony as the head of the academy," Shi Kun said in a deep voice.

Duan Tianying nodded slightly: "Li Wei is a man of deep cunning and sufficient strength. He has reached the peak of the Copper Skin Realm and mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. Among the younger generation in the outer city, he is considered top-tier. He is only slightly inferior to me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Miechen scoffed, "Senior Brother Duan, you're giving him too much credit. But dealing with his junior brothers and sisters is more than enough. Zhuo Bufan? Zhou Xingyun? Lin Wan'er? Ha, they're nothing but chickens and dogs. Only Zhuo Bufan can hold out for a few moves."

The people around heard the discussion about Duan Yue Martial Arts School and, although they were dissatisfied, they could not refute it.

Because in the minds of most people, the position of the head of the museum was already Li Wei's for the taking.

On the high platform, Deputy Director Chen Qianshan, with his white hair and beard but still vigorous, swept his gaze across the entire area like lightning and said in a deep voice, "Silence!"

"Our master has gone north to defend the country in this time of crisis, and the martial arts school cannot be without a leader for even a day. Today, we will gather here to compete in martial arts and decide who will temporarily take over as master, and who will also be chosen as the future master!"

"All inner disciples of my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School who have reached the Bronze Skin Realm and have been approved are eligible to register for the selection!"

As soon as the words were spoken, several figures leaped onto the martial arts arena.

Senior Brother Li Wei, dressed in a blue robe, was upright and composed, with a dignified and imposing presence.

The second senior brother, Zhuo Bufan, had a solemn expression and a firm gaze.

Sixth Senior Brother Zhou Xingyun wore a smile, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er, dressed in a light yellow outfit, looked heroic and dashing.

"Disciple Song Jing requests to participate in the selection." A calm voice rang out, and Song Jing slowly walked out from behind the crowd and stepped into the arena.

"Song Jing?" "He's participating too?" "How long has he been a disciple? Iron Skin Realm, right?" A murmur of surprise and uncertainty arose from the crowd. Even the elders on the platform exchanged astonished glances. Chen Qianshan gave Song Jing a deep look and slowly nodded: "Alright. Five people in total."

Li Wei slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at Song Jing, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes before returning to calm.

Zhuo Bufan and Zhou Xingyun cast encouraging glances at Song Jing, while Lin Wan'er looked worried.

The drawing of lots begins.

First round matchups: Lin Wan'er vs. Zhuo Bufan, Zhou Xingyun vs. Li Wei. Song Jing received a bye.

"They're quite lucky," someone in the audience muttered.

Lin Wan'er knew the gap between herself and Zhuo Bufan was too large, so she directly admitted defeat, which did not surprise anyone.

Zhou Xingyun to Li Wei.

Zhou Xingyun went all out, displaying his Wind Chasing Leg Technique to its fullest extent, but Li Wei's strength was far superior. His footwork was exquisite, and he responded with ease. In just over ten moves, he found an opening and used a Flow Cutting Technique to knock Zhou Xingyun back, easily winning the victory.

The gap was obvious; Li Wei hadn't even used his full strength.

In the second round of the draw, Zhuo Bufan was paired with Li Wei. Song Jing, surprisingly, drew a bye again!

"Another bye?!" "This luck—it's unbelievable!" Everyone was in an uproar. Even Xiao Miechen from the Duan Yue Martial Arts School raised an eyebrow and revealed a playful smile.

Chen Qianshan was also somewhat surprised, but that was the rule, so he announced the start of the second round.

Zhuo Bufan versus Li Wei – this is the fierce battle everyone has been waiting for.

Both were at the Bronze Skin Realm, and their Wind Chasing Leg Techniques were already at their peak. Their first exchange was a thunderous, devastating blow.

Legs flew, energy radiating in all directions; the agility of a swallow, the speed of a shadow, the fierceness of a broken stream, and the sharpness of a startled swan were all brought to their peak by the two. For a time, they fought to a standstill, unable to determine a winner.

However, after fifty moves, those with keen eyesight could see that Li Wei's breath was more sustained, his foundation was more solid, and his every move was as steady as a rock, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Although Zhuo Bufan launched a relentless offensive, it was also costly for him. After a prolonged and fruitless attack, he inevitably became impatient and frustrated.

Just as Zhuo Bufan was launching a full-force attack, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, Li Wei's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly changed his move!

Instead of responding with leg techniques, he lowered his body and threw out both fists at once!

The fist was fierce and violent, carrying a heavy momentum like a mountain collapsing, and slammed into Zhuo Bufan's center!

Black Mountain Boxing!

"What?!" Zhuo Bufan was caught off guard; he had never seen Li Wei use his fist technique before! In a hurry, he blocked with his arm.

"boom!"

Their fists clashed, producing a dull, loud thud.

Zhuo Bufan felt an irresistible force coming at him, his arms were in excruciating pain, his protective true energy was violently fluctuating, and he was shaken back seven or eight steps, his blood and qi churning, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already showing signs of defeat.

Li Wei did not pursue, but stood still with his fist withdrawn, his breathing remaining steady.

"Black Mountain Fist Technique?!" "Senior Brother actually mastered a fist technique? And he's even reached the minor completion stage?!" The crowd erupted in an uproar. The Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is known for its leg techniques, yet Li Wei managed to distract himself and also master a powerful fist technique to the minor completion stage. His talent and perseverance were astonishing.

At the Duan Yue Martial Arts Academy, Duan Tianying and Shi Kun also wore solemn expressions. Xiao Miechen put away his sneer and muttered, "I underestimated him; he's been hiding his true colors quite well."

Although Zhuo Bufan was extremely unwilling, he also recognized the fact that he was now in despair. It seemed that he could not make any further progress in this martial arts competition and had lost the match.

He steadied himself, his face pale, and said with a wry smile, "I lost. I never expected that Senior Brother would not only have mastered leg techniques but also be so skilled in fist techniques—Junior Brother is completely convinced."

Zhuo Bufan knew that this battle for the position of martial arts school leader was extremely important. It concerned the future demand share of his family's pharmacy, because the martial arts school was a very important market for their pharmacy to sell medicine.

If this failure leads to Li Wei becoming the head of the pharmacy, the Xu family pharmacy that invested in him will definitely be suppressed by the Zhang family pharmacy, and he will probably never have a chance to rise again. This will also be the beginning of the decline of the Xu family. As a result, he himself will be unable to make any further breakthroughs and will lose the Xu family's support.

Li Wei said calmly, "Junior Brother Zhuo, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

On the high platform, a complex look flashed in Chen Qianshan's eyes as he announced loudly, "In the second round, Li Wei wins! In the final round, Li Wei will face—" He paused, his gaze falling on the boy who had received two consecutive byes.

All eyes turned to that direction.

With a calm expression, Song Jing slowly walked into the center of the arena and stood opposite Li Wei, facing countless gazes that were filled with surprise, doubt, sympathy, or schadenfreude.

Chen Qianshan's voice resounded throughout the venue: "Song Jing!"

The final showdown: Li Wei versus Song Jing!

There was a moment of silence, followed by an even louder uproar.

"Song Jing versus the senior brother? Is there still any suspense?"

"Our senior brother has reached the pinnacle of the Copper Skin Realm! His leg techniques and fist techniques are both highly accomplished!"

"Although Song Jing was lucky and won two rounds in a row, this last round—sigh."

"I doubt they'll last three moves."

No one had high hopes for Song Jing. In everyone's eyes, this was no longer a competition, but a one-sided and utterly crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

Only a few people, such as Zhou Xingyun, Zhuo Bufan, and Chen Qianshan on the high platform, looked at the person standing upright in the arena.

The boy, whose eyes were calm and expressionless, felt a strange sensation rising within him.

Li Wei looked at Song Jing in front of him, and finally a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. Deep within that smile was a chilling coldness and absolute confidence.

"Junior Brother Song, you've had good luck to get this far," he said slowly, his voice calm. "However, this is where it ends."

Song Jing raised his eyes, his gaze clear, and met Li Wei's gaze without flinching. His voice was equally calm: "Perhaps. We'll know once we fight!"