Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Chapter 130 Expectations

"start!"

Ten figures shot out once again!

The moment the word "begin" was uttered, Song Jing transformed into a bolt of blue lightning that tore through the morning light!

"Whoosh—!!!"

It lacked Zhao Yuanqing's graceful leverage, Qian Rushan's savage charge, and Li Qingmei's unpredictable charm.

Only the purest, most extreme, and fastest absolute speed, which distorts the vision of many people, bursts forth suddenly!

His acceleration was unbelievably fast, as if there was no acceleration process at all, and he reached his peak speed in an instant.

His legs swung so fast that they left a blurry afterimage. With each push off the ground, the hard white granite floor made a dull thud, and his body shot out like a bullet!

What's even more astonishing is that, faced with the chaotic airflow and occasional air bursts simulated by the arrays on both sides, his body made subtle, precise, and efficient adjustments that were chillingly effective even at high speed.

Sometimes he would slightly turn his body to turn the gust of wind from the side into a gliding stream; sometimes he would lower his body and pass through the gap between the two turbulent currents like a fish; sometimes he would change his footing to avoid the impact core of the air explosion at the smallest angle—as if he could predict the changes in every gust of wind in advance and minimize the loss of speed!

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest delay, and the speed curve was frighteningly stable!

The perfected Wind Chasing Leg Technique endowed him with unparalleled straight-line acceleration and top speed among his peers.

The Nine Shadow Steps, at the minor completion stage, granted him unpredictable and subtle adjustments and evasive abilities.

The robust blood and strong physique of the newly advanced Body Refining Realm provided an inexhaustible source of support and explosive power for this terrifying speed.

The combination of these three elements creates a breathtaking dominance on this thousand-foot track.

The blue lightning flashed across the destination in an almost straight, yet mysteriously varied trajectory!

The steward was already waiting by the incense burner. The instant Song Jing crossed the line, he extinguished the incense stick with such speed that it left an afterimage.

He looked down at the stick of incense in his hand. The burning marks on the incense stick were clearly stopped at a point that even this well-informed steward couldn't help but slightly narrow his pupils.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and announced in a voice as steady as possible, but still a half-tone higher than when he announced the results of Zhao Yuanqing and others: "Number 77 in District Gui, Song Jing, time taken—one-quarter of an incense stick's time! First place!"

Overall ranking—15th!

A quarter of an incense stick! Although it was twice as slow as Zhao Yuanqing, Qian Rushan and others' "one-eighth of an incense stick", this result was still amazing among nearly a thousand contestants. It made it firmly into the top twenty and even left behind many core members of old families in the inner city and elites of the three major martial arts schools!

More importantly, the sheer speed he displayed—pure, domineering, efficient, and highly adaptable to complex environments—left an extremely deep impression on everyone.

After a brief silence, a huge uproar swept across the training ground!

"Fifteenth?! That's that high?!"

"A quarter of an incense stick's worth of time—this result would have been enough to rank in the top twenty in previous years!"

"His speed—it's incredible! And did you notice? He barely slowed down in the turbulence!"

"The movements were clean and crisp, without a single unnecessary movement; the control over his movements is terrifying!"

"It seems the results from the training ground were genuine! This kid really has something! He's not just all talk!"

"Hmph, only fifteenth place. There are still fourteen people ahead of him. What's there to be proud of? Especially Brother Nie Feng, who is fourteenth, just ahead of him!" These were the supporters of Nie Feng's eldest son and some of his admirers.

Among the crowd, Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er had just completed their assessments.

Both of them gave it their all, barely managing to cross the finish line before an incense stick burned out. Their grades were rated "C" (Grade C), with Zhou Xingyun getting a "C+" and Lin Wan'er getting a "C-low". Although they only barely passed, they were both drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and almost unable to stand while holding onto their knees.

But when they heard Song Jing's results and ranking, their fatigue was instantly dispelled by a huge surprise.

"Good! Junior Brother Jing! Well done!" Zhou Xingyun disregarded his image, jumped up suddenly, waved his fist, and roared, his face flushed with excitement.

Lin Wan'er also covered her chest, which was heaving violently from the intense exercise, with a flush of excitement rising on her pale face. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure in green robes in the distance, filled with boundless admiration and pride.

"Go, Senior Brother Song! You're amazing!" A clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley, rang out, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Li Ling Shuang somehow made her way through the crowd to the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School. She waved vigorously at Song Jing, who had just returned to the group. Her beautiful eyes shone like stars, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her heartfelt joy and admiration were undisguised.

This scene was witnessed by Bai Yunfei, who had just retreated to his own camp and was enjoying the compliments from his fellow disciples and the amazement of those around him.

He had just achieved a good result of eleventh place, which was slightly inferior to those in the top ten, but still enough to make him proud. He was quite pleased with himself.

But when he caught a glimpse of Li Ling Shuang cheering for Song Jing with such enthusiasm and even a hint of admiration, the jealousy that had been suppressed in his heart suddenly flared up, and his face instantly darkened.

He straightened his clothes, which were slightly disheveled from running at high speed, and put on that gentle and refined smile again, which also carried a hint of restrained arrogance, as he walked quickly over.

"Junior Sister Ling Shuang," Bai Yunfei stopped beside Li Ling Shuang, his voice gentle, but the implication in his words was not so polite, "It is only right to cheer for fellow disciples and friends. However, Junior Sister should also know that in this rapid assessment, there is a world of difference between those who achieve the highest rank and those who achieve the highest rank."

He paused deliberately, his gaze seemingly sweeping over Song Jing, before continuing, "Junior Brother Song's quarter of an incense stick's time is certainly not bad, barely making it into the top twenty. But compared to my time, and the eighth of an incense stick's time of Zhao Yuanqing, Qian Rushan, Li Qingmei, and other senior brothers and sisters, the difference is immeasurable. Speed ​​is ultimately just an appetizer; the strength test, especially the practical combat test, is where true skill and superiority are revealed. Junior Sister—don't get too excited about your temporary achievement and lose your composure."

His words, seemingly a senior brother's "kind reminder" to his junior sister, were actually a diminutive of Song Jing's "top-tier" status, while elevating himself and the top geniuses of the inner city. His intention was to tell Li Ling Shuang and everyone around her that Song Jing was nothing special and far inferior to true prodigies.

Meanwhile, in the Nie family's main branch camp, Nie Yun, Nie Lei, and others were surrounding Nie Feng, who had just returned, showering him with obsequious flattery.

"Young Master is amazing! Fourteenth place! He's a clear winner over that country bumpkin!"

"Exactly! Speed ​​is someone's forte, something they boast about most, but what happened? The young master easily surpassed them!"

"Judging from his results, he might have performed exceptionally well and gotten incredibly lucky! In the upcoming challenges, he'll probably show his true colors and reveal his true nature! Then, let's see how arrogant he'll still have!" Nie Lei deliberately raised his voice so that many people around could hear him clearly.

On the high platform, County Magistrate He Tianxiong was slightly surprised by Song Jing, this young man from the outer city who had suddenly appeared and achieved good results, but that was all.

In their eyes, he might be a talented student from a poor family, but not someone they would pay too much attention to.

The real focus remained on the sons of powerful families in the inner city, such as Zhao, Qian, and Li.

Only Chen Yanzhou, upon hearing "one-quarter of an incense stick's time, fifteenth place," gently tapped his fingers, which had been resting flat on the armrest, once more.

"Fifteenth place? A quarter of an incense stick's time?" he murmured to himself, unheard by anyone. "This result—in the recent outer sect recruitment of Pingtian Sect, is quite good, even—it has a slight advantage."

His gaze returned to the audience, pinpointing the person who had already retreated back to the group, and was being vigorously patted on the shoulder by Zhou Xingyun.

The young man in the blue robe remained calm.

"Pingtianmen Outer Gate only recruits twenty people each time. With this speed, the chances of securing an entry qualification are quite good." A barely perceptible thought flashed in Chen Yanzhou's eyes. "Li Guan in the training ground is also top-tier—if he could perform like this—"

The faint curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen the almost imperceptible smile.

"The quick pass was just an appetizer. Song Jing, let me see your strength pass and your actual combat pass, and see what you can bring to the forefront of the inner city's heroes."