Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

When the three techniques are combined, they flow like a rushing river, without any stagnation.

The Wind-Stepping Step is the eye, the Thunder-Shaking Leg is the fist, and the Wind and Thunder Combined Strike is the killing move.

He is no longer a martial artist who only knows how to fight head-on, but a hunter who breaks through defenses with speed and kills enemies with explosive power.

He looked at the sandbag where he used to practice.

Three months ago, he kicked out, the sandbag shook, and he took three steps back.

Now, with one step, the sandbag explodes, shreds of cloth fly everywhere, and he remains motionless.

He once fought He Dabiao for three hundred moves before barely managing to kill him.

Now, within ten moves, one foot can crush his skull.

He was once knocked back by Zhou Xingyun with a single punch, leaving him in a sorry state.

Now, he can suppress the opponent's superhuman strength, forcing them to use a higher level of power to win.

Speed, chasing the wind.

Burst forth, Wind and Thunder Leg Technique.

Defense, Golden Bell Shield.

The three-in-one combination of offense, defense, and speed is impeccable among ordinary martial artists.

It's already quite good if other people can learn two techniques; most people can only learn one.

Song Jing not only mastered two martial arts techniques, but also mastered a very difficult external martial arts technique.

Furthermore, he has also mastered a speed-type martial art to a minor degree.

He is almost an outstanding figure among ordinary martial artists, and probably invincible in the Xiushui Village's "Bullish" realm!

He was no longer the boy who hid in a dilapidated hut, struggling to survive.

He is Song Jing, possessing the power to chase the wind, the legs of thunder and lightning, and the body of a golden bell. He will be the one who crushes all obstacles in his path in the future.

That night, in the courtyard of the new house.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone slabs.

He took stock of his remaining wealth:

The thirty taels given by Senior Brother Zhuo, plus the more than two hundred taels seized earlier, totaled about two hundred and twenty taels.

I spent 180 taels to buy the first volume of "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique".

Now, there are less than one hundred taels left.

He sighed softly and put away the silver notes.

"Practicing martial arts really costs a lot of money."

"But...it's worth it. This is the best way to use money and time."

Instead of indulging in brothels and indulging in wine and women.

As dawn broke, the bluestone of the martial arts training ground at the Chasing Wind Martial Arts Academy felt cool.

Song Jing, shirtless, was demonstrating the key points and postures of the "Shadow" style of power generation to his five new apprentices.

His movements were as fluid as the wind, his legs flashing silently through the air—this was his daily sparring routine.

A monthly salary of ten taels is not considered meager; if it were, it would be comparable to robbery.

However, it can be exchanged for free premium food and improve proficiency in the Wind Chasing Leg Technique.

During this period, he took an 80-degree iron sand bath every day and practiced internal alchemy with the Golden Bell Cover every night. His Wind Chasing Leg Technique improved rapidly, and his foundation in the Bull Skin Realm became as solid as a rock.

Their skills have improved rapidly, which is quite satisfactory.

Just as he was about to finish speaking, he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the direction of the mountain gate.

"Who goes there?!" the gatekeeper exclaimed.

The next moment, more than ten people filed in and entered directly through the door. They were all dressed in indigo outfits with a broken blade embroidered on their chests—the logo of the Duan Yue Martial Arts School!

The four leaders exuded an imposing aura:

The leader was a middle-aged man with an air of authority, thick eyebrows and a long beard. He was none other than Li Qianya, the vice master of the Duan Yue Martial Arts School.

Chen Yuanshan, the deputy head of the Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, had already led a group of people to greet them.

He was nearly fifty years old, thin, dressed in a gray robe, his expression calm, but unable to hide the solemnity between his brows.

He already knew that the people from Duan Yue Martial Arts School would come to challenge him in the afternoon, but he didn't expect that the leader would be Li Tianya.

The young man on the left has a fleshy face and a seemingly fierce look in his eyes; he is Wang Hu, the younger brother of Song Jing's sister-in-law.

It was also the reason why the eldest sister-in-law could act so domineeringly at home.

Unexpectedly, this kid is indeed quite skilled. He has already mastered the "Broken Mountain Fist Technique" and his movements exude the power of mountains.

The man in the middle was tall and straight, with bronze-colored skin and fists as strong as iron—Wang Shilong, a newly promoted elite of Duan Yue. At only twenty years old, he had already broken through to the Iron Skin Realm. His Duan Yue Fist Technique was almost complete, and he seemed to be even stronger than Zhang Wu.

The man on the right was the most terrifying: he wore a black robe with a stern waist, his face was cold and stern, and his sleeves moved without wind—his sixth senior brother, Xiao Miechen, was the fourth best young master of Duan Yue. He had already achieved minor mastery of the Duan Yue Fist Technique, and it was rumored that he could shatter an incomparably hard bluestone tablet with a single punch!

"Brother Li, how have you been?" Chen Yuanshan cupped his hands, trying to appear calm. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Li Qianya dismounted, flicked his cloak, and said coldly, "Vice Master Chen, it's been many years. Your Chasing Wind Martial Arts School... seems to have become increasingly deserted."

His gaze swept across the training ground, noticing that most of the new disciples were only at the Niu Pi Realm, with very few even at the Tie Pi Realm. A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I see your martial arts school is getting worse and worse. How about you become the Chasing Wind branch of our Duan Yue Martial Arts School?"

Chen Yuanshan remained expressionless and simply said, "The rise and fall of a martial arts school is a matter of fate, and it's no longer Brother Li's concern."

Brother Li, what brings you here today?

Li Qianya sneered, took out a sealed letter with sealing wax from his pocket, and threw it out.

The letter, like a knife, plunged straight into the ground and disappeared into the bluestone!

"This is a challenge personally written by the head of Duan Yue Martial Arts School." Li Qianya's voice was as firm as iron. "In this year's 'County Martial Arts Competition,' my Duan Yue Martial Arts School aims to win four recommended spots. Your Zhui Feng Martial Arts School... must give up one!"

Chen Qianshan was furious upon hearing this: "Don't even think about it! Your strength isn't enough to just spout nonsense like that!"

Li Qianya had anticipated this; his current strength was not enough to subdue them, so he simply came ahead of time to deliver a message.

"We will make a formal decision after the county magistrate agrees to change the rules for obtaining the recommendation quota."

"This is the renowned Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, which is on par with our Duan Yue Martial Arts School?" Wang Shilong surveyed the entire scene, extremely arrogant, and sneered.

Zhou Xingyun walked slowly out from under the corridor, his expression calm: "Duan Yue Martial Arts School, isn't it in its old nest dozens of miles away? Today you have the leisure to come to my Zhui Feng Martial Arts School, such a small place?"

I knew he wasn't going to say anything good.

Xiao Miechen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as a knife: "I've heard that the Zhuifeng Martial Arts Academy occupies three martial arts recommendation slots, yet it can't even produce a decent combat force."

Your strength, Zhou Xingyun, is inferior to mine; I should rightfully be given a spot in the competition.

"Once the county magistrate provides his written support and the abbot personally arrives, you'll have no choice but to submit. Then we'll settle things with our actions."

He then pointed to the new disciple Wang Hu: "Duan Yue Martial Arts School, one year of martial arts training, early stage of the Bullhide Realm."

Let's have a friendly exchange today, just a friendly exchange, nothing more, and stop short of intentionally harming anyone or destroying their foundation.

Let's see if the Wind Chasing Leg Technique is stronger or the Mountain Breaking Fist Technique.

"Any of you who have joined the martial arts school within the past three years are welcome to challenge him."

These words caused an uproar in the room!

The Wu Ke examination is held every three years, and Xiushui Village can only compete for six county-level examination slots.

The fact that Zhui Feng and Duan Yue each occupy three seats has been a long-standing rule and established pattern.

Now Duan Yue actually wants to forcibly seize one of them!

"Insolence!" one of the disciples of the Wind Chaser Sect shouted angrily, "You think you're qualified to bully me?"

Wang Shilong looked up and grinned maliciously: "Whether you're worthy or not, we'll find out after the fight! Who dares to challenge Wang Hu? Let me see if your 'Wind Chasing Leg Technique' is only good for running away!"

Before the words were even finished, three veteran disciples leaped into the arena one after another, eager to try their luck.

The first two of the three were at the early stage of the Bullhide Realm, and the second was at the middle stage, having been a disciple for almost three years.

The first person used "Shadow Strike," his leg strikes were fierce;

Wang Hu neither dodged nor avoided, but swept across with a "Broken Mountain Fist - Mountain Collapse Style"!

"Bang!"

With a single move, he nearly fractured the opponent's shinbone, causing the opponent to scream and fall to the ground!

The second man angrily lunged forward, attempting to choke him;

Wang Hu sidestepped and delivered a backhand elbow strike to the man's ribs—

"Snap!"

Within three moves, his ribs were almost broken, and he vomited blood on the spot!

The third person gritted his teeth and launched a fierce attack, unleashing seven kicks in succession;

Wang Hu actually met the challenge head-on, exchanging punches and kicks!

With his final strike, he roared, "Mountain-Splitting Fist - Earth-Shattering!"

"boom!"

The ground cracked, and with the fifth move, the Wind Chaser disciple was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, unable to get up from the ground!

All three were defeated!

He couldn't last more than five moves.

The training ground was deathly silent, like a graveyard.

Those disciples who once considered themselves "veterans" were now ashen-faced, heads bowed, not daring to utter a word.

Some clenched their fists, their nails digging into their palms; others had red eyes, filled with shame and indignation.

Wang Shilong laughed, hands on his hips: "That's it? 'Wind Chasing Leg Technique'? I'd call it 'Turtle's Leg Technique' more like it!"

He surveyed the entire hall, his voice shrill: "Let me give you a piece of advice—switch allegiance to Duan Yue as soon as possible! Practicing our 'Duan Yue Fist Technique' is the true path of martial arts! Don't waste your time holed up in this shabby hall!"

"What a bunch of useless cowards! After cultivating for so long, they can't even beat me, a newly recruited disciple."

"You—!" Several disciples were furious and about to rush out, but were held back by their companions.

The gap is too big... Even veterans couldn't withstand five moves; going up there would only be humiliation!

Zhou Xingyun stood under the corridor, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white, his eyes gleaming with an icy light.

As the sixth senior brother, he should have made a move, but it was a bit like bullying the younger one. After all, he was a senior disciple and a direct disciple, so their statuses were not equal.

Moreover, their skill levels are not equal, which will only make the other party feel that Zhuifeng Martial Arts School has no successors, further damaging the reputation and status of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School.

But Xiao Miechen was watching closely—if he were to join the fray, the opponent would surely send an even stronger opponent to fight, which would play right into their hands.

Zhuo Bufan frowned and whispered, "Wang Hu is just a newly recruited disciple, having practiced martial arts for only a year, yet he can crush a mid-stage Bullhide Realm cultivator."

"...The Broken Mountain Fist Technique is indeed domineering."

On the high platform, Senior Brother Li Wei crossed his arms and sneered, his eyes completely calm, even... a hint of pleasure in them.

Because this was aimed at the second senior brother's side, anyway, it was their faction that lost their spots.

Senior Brother Li Wei doesn't dare to openly fight and create divisions yet; he only dares to fight amongst himself in secret.