Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

He Dabiao died late at night on the same day in a side room of the west courtyard.

Sun Li knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles.

"Senior Brother Zhang... Senior Brother Liu... everything I said is true!" His voice trembled. "Song Jing not only killed He Dabiao, but also searched the branch's secret chambers."

I reckon he got all of He Dabiao's hidden stash, worth at least three hundred taels of silver.

Zhang Wu sat in the armchair, his face ashen. A crack appeared in the teacup he was holding.

"Useless!" he roared. "He Dabiao led eight crossbowmen, and they were actually killed by someone who had just entered the 'Bullhide Realm'? He's completely disgraced the Black Tiger Gang!"

Liu Jiankun stood aside, his eyes gleaming: "However... this saves trouble, so it's not entirely a bad thing."

He Dabiao was originally a pawn abandoned by Tu Jiu. His death was fine, but it allowed Tu Jiu to take over. Qiu Daxuan had almost no chance at all.

But Song Jing... cannot be kept.

Zhang Wu narrowed his eyes, his anger gradually turning into a cold glint: "His rise has been too rapid, and he is already posing a threat to the current situation of the martial arts school."

What's even more infuriating is that he dared to embarrass me in public!

He coldly ordered, "Sun Li, you are more familiar with the Black Tiger Gang, go and tell them immediately."

They had Song Jing under their thumb, monitoring his every move. The moment he left the city, they would immediately have Deputy Chief Tu strike with all his might, killing him in one blow.

Liu Jiankun chuckled and chimed in, "Why not target his family as well, like his brother, his childhood friend, Lin the Monkey, and Fatty Chen?"

Sun Li immediately rebuked, "No, his sister-in-law's brother, Wang Hu, is doing very well at the Duan Yue Martial Arts School. This will only provoke a conflict between the martial arts schools."

The Lin family is protected by Senior Brother Zhou.

With the Xu family's protection, the Chen family wasn't particularly active.

The only way is to wait for the right opportunity and strike him decisively.

Zhang Wu's lips curled up: "Let him die in the Black Tiger Gang as soon as possible, so the martial arts school can be cleaned up."

I am still the same kind and benevolent senior brother.

At this moment, the eldest disciple, Li Wei, was in the inner hall, his eyes closed and his aura as deep as a bottomless abyss.

A trusted aide knelt outside the door and whispered, "Senior Brother, Song Jing has already gained momentum."

Zhou Xingyun and Lin Wan'er both spoke up for him.

After a long while, a soft sigh came from inside the cave:

"Genius? An undeveloped genius is nothing more than a withered branch that dies young."

"You can handle this small matter. We'll talk about everything after the martial arts school dispute ends or he breaks through to the second realm... If he's still alive, I'll take action myself."

On the same night, at the Black Tiger Gang headquarters.

Qiu Daxuan kicked over the incense table, his eyes bloodshot: "He Dabiao is a trusted confidant I personally promoted! Who dares to touch him?!"

The scout below the steps said tremblingly, "The scene... is full of rebel uniforms, and the weapons are engraved with Northern Border numbers."

"Bullshit!" Qiu Daxuan roared. "How could He Dabiao travel with the rebels? It's clearly a frame-up!"

He paced back and forth, then suddenly stopped: "Investigate! Find out for me—who is familiar with our internal affairs? Who manages the New City Mountain branch?!"

Meanwhile, the deputy leader, Tu Jiu, sat on a high seat, leisurely sipping his tea. After all, it wasn't his man who had died, and he could still take a jab at Qiu Daxuan.

"What's the rush?" he said calmly. "So what if He Dabiao is dead? Doesn't that prove he's useless and a good-for-nothing, instead of the shrewd and capable person that Deputy Chief Qiu said he was!"

It can only be said that a cowardly soldier is cowardly, and a cowardly general leads to a cowardly army.

Tu Jiu was furious, and was rendered speechless: "Qiu Daxuan, you!"

In this way, Tu Jiu quickly suppressed Qiu Daxuan and became the most powerful executive deputy gang leader.

He is in charge of the most important personnel and financial power in the gang and is the first candidate for gang leader.

On the night six days ago, the three forces each made their own plans.

Someone wanted to protect him.

Some people wanted to kill him.

Some people are waiting to see how things develop, hoping to sell at a higher price.

He remained immersed in the tempering process, submerged in 80-degree iron sand broth, enduring waves of pain.

His skin was flushed, his muscles were taut, and a golden glow was faintly visible.

He knew that the real storm never came from rumors.

And under his feet, step by step.

The battle between martial arts schools is imminent; when the time comes, everything will be clear.

As dawn breaks, the back mountain of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School

Time is of the essence now. The most urgent task is to master the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique and make up for the last weakness in power generation.

At that time, his strength might be comparable to that of a strong person in the Iron Skin Realm.

Let's first verify the power of the beginner's Golden Bell Shield.

At night, Senior Brother Zhou, the bluestone on the back mountain's martial arts training ground was slightly cool.

Zhou Xingyun stood with his hands behind his back, his body as strong as iron beneath his gray, tight-fitting clothes.

As a senior disciple of the martial arts school, he has led teams to suppress bandits for many years, living a life of danger and gaining rich combat experience. Even the old master of the school praised him as "one of the best among the younger generation in Xiushui".

"Junior brother wants to test what you've learned? Come on, let me see how much you've improved during this time." His tone was calm, but his eyes held a subtle scrutiny.

Song Jing clasped his hands in a fist salute, his expression calm: "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already dashed away like the wind!

Song Jing went all out from the start, after all, his senior brother had a profound foundation, and only in this way could he see the gap between himself and the strong.

A fleeting glimpse! A fleeting shadow! A broken stream!

The three moves in quick succession, the leg shadows tearing through the air, so fast that only afterimages remain!

Zhou Xingyun's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively dodged to the side to block—"Bang!" The leg grazed his shoulder, leaving a bloody mark!

"So fast!" He was shocked. In just a few days, his junior brother had to rely on skillful maneuvering to deal with him; now his speed was approaching the peak of the Bullhide Realm, and his defense was much stronger than before, allowing him to actually withstand a direct confrontation!

But he remained calm and composed; his years of experience fighting bandits allowed him to quickly regain his composure.

He anticipated Song Jingxia's leg landing point and used a grappling technique to lock his ankle joint—a move that had crippled seven ruthless bandits and was a sure thing.

Sure enough, Song Jing's movements faltered slightly.

Zhou Xingyun's lips curled into a slight smile. He pulled and pushed the opponent over with ease, intending to flip him over. This was his usual throwing technique, which, combined with the broken stones on the ground, was enough to incapacitate his opponent for a short time.

But just as he exerted his strength—

Song Jing's calf muscles suddenly tensed up, remaining as still as an iron pillar!

"clang!"

Zhou Xingyun's palm struck his leg, but it felt like hitting steel, making his tiger's mouth numb and his entire arm feel sore, numb and stinging!

"What?!" His expression changed drastically.

A sharp glint flashed in Song Jing's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Senior brother, try this move again."

In an instant, his skin glowed with a faint golden light, his muscles bulged like iron, and his bones hummed faintly—the first level of the Golden Bell Shield, activated at full power!

The next instant, his right leg swept across with the force of thunder!

Zhou Xingyun hastily blocked, but was forced back five steps by the immense force, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked with a "crack"! His blood surged, and his throat tasted slightly sweet.

"A body-strengthening martial arts technique?!" His voice trembled. "When...when did you start practicing it?!"

The more he fought, the more alarmed he became. He was clearly at the peak of the Bull-Skin Realm and had a wealth of experience, yet his opponent's attacks were like a whirlwind, and his defense was as solid as an impenetrable golden bell, completely suppressing him at the Bull-Skin Realm!

After thirty moves, he was forced to the edge of the cliff, his clothes torn, his hair disheveled, and he looked utterly wretched.

How could a senior brother be so thoroughly beaten by a junior brother?!

A wave of shame and indignation surged within him. He recalled reprimanding his new disciples just yesterday: "The path of martial arts cannot be mastered through secluded solitary training; real combat is the foundation!"

But today, his prized combat experience proved to be as worthless as paper in the face of Song Jing's impeccable offense and defense!

What's even more terrifying is that Song Jing's eyes are calm and unwavering.

Zhou Xingyun went up the mountain at the age of sixteen and came down to suppress bandits at the age of eighteen. He spent five years on the edge of a knife and broke three ribs.

His experience, gained through sheer hard work and risking his life, is something that no talent can compare to.

"Song Jing, come here!" he hissed, his voice booming like thunder. "Let me see just how much you've improved!"

His leg shot out like a tiger, tearing through the air, and aimed straight at his face!

Song Jing dodged like the wind and his kicks struck like thunder.

With a single move, "Treading Swallow," his arm went numb.

Another "Shadow Strike" came, forcing him to take a half step back!

"What?!"

Zhou Xingyun was startled.

"His legwork... it must be at least at the initial stage of mastery, and not just that, it's improved?! Not just a minor stage of mastery."

He refused to believe it and launched another deadly attack.

His punches rained down like a storm, each strike deadly, all ruthless methods used in a life-or-death struggle against the bandits.

But Song Jing remained calm and composed, dodging with his Wind Step and counterattacking with his Thunder Kick, the rhythm of which was like the clash of wind and thunder, forcing him into a defensive position!

"I... I'm being suppressed?!"

A surge of shame and indignation rushed to my head.

"My senior brother is the strongest fighter in actual combat, second only to my eldest and second senior brothers."

Despite suppressing his own strength at the same level, he was being completely overwhelmed by a junior brother who had only recently entered the Bullhide Realm?!

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye, thankfully no other disciples knew, otherwise he would have been utterly humiliated.

"We can't delay any longer... otherwise we'll definitely lose, and then where will we put our faces?" He gritted his teeth, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

Face is more important than rules; even senior brothers have face to save.

boom!