Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

After losing that spot, both sides only had one spot left. Besides, he had long disliked Zhou Xingyun, who always ruined his plans.

The weaker the wind is, the more precious its value becomes.

When the time comes and things get critical, he will step in and turn the tide, and the position of the sect leader will be within his grasp.

In a corner of the crowd, Song Jing stood quietly, his blue robe untouched by dust.

Looking at Wang Hu's victorious posture on the field, he recalled the anger and grievances his elder brother had suffered at home, at which time he could only stand by and do nothing.

now……

He slowly clenched his fist, a faint golden light shimmering beneath his skin.

They are just waiting for the right opportunity and the right command to wipe away their humiliation.

Wang Shilong was still bragging in support of Wang Hu: "What? Nobody dares to step in? Chasing Wind Martial Arts School is nothing special!"

Xiao Miechen said calmly, "Since no one is willing to fight, then this martial arts spot—why not give it to our Duan Yue Martial Arts School as soon as possible, and let us take a place first? Why waste a spot?"

The disciples of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School were discussing among themselves. Since Zhang Wu was not at the school today, there was indeed no one who could fight them, which allowed them to be so arrogant.

"If Senior Brother Zhang were here, we could definitely beat this bastard!"

"With Senior Brother Zhang here, he'll definitely be able to curb this bastard's arrogance and beat him to a pulp!"

"It's a real pity that Senior Brother Zhang isn't here, which allowed them to take advantage of the situation."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shilong became even more arrogant and mocked, "If you're not strong enough, what excuse are you making? If you haven't mastered the skills, you should just leave now."

Those without money can go back to farming; those with money are welcome to learn martial arts at our Duan Yue Martial Arts School. We welcome you anytime.

Upon hearing this, the other martial arts disciples were all furious, pounding their chests and stamping their feet, their faces pale with rage. They had already been bullied to this extent.

At this moment, however, he was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

The old curator stood in the shadows, his face not looking good, and he had lost face.

It's impossible to bully the weak by going up there; after all, in the martial arts world, rules must be followed on the surface.

We've summoned our eldest and second senior brothers. Which of your newly recruited disciples can defeat this person? You will be rewarded with a molting pill.

The old master believed that a generous reward would surely attract brave men, especially since this matter concerned the reputation and honor of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

Furthermore, it concerns the quality of future disciple recruitment, which cannot be compromised.

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Bufan and Li Wei also found their own disciples and relayed the master's words.

Just as Chasing Wind's reputation was about to crumble, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out:

"Wait a minute."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

One of the disciples stepped forward; it was Zheng Siyuan, a trusted confidant of the eldest disciple.

When the disciples saw that the person who came was Senior Brother Zheng, they were filled with hope and their fighting spirit was roused.

"Great! It's Senior Brother Zheng! We're saved this time!"

"Senior Brother Zheng has already mastered the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. He has been practicing diligently for more than a year. He will definitely be able to defeat him."

"Yes, yes, with Senior Brother Zheng's help, this time it's definitely going to be a sure thing."

Just as the morale of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was on the verge of collapse, a composed figure stepped forward from the crowd.

"I'll do it."

Everyone turned around—Zheng Siyuan, after three years of training, had already reached the mid-stage of the Bull Skin Realm. His bones and muscles were as intertwined as old vines, making him a rare ascetic in the academy with a solid foundation.

He has considerable talent, yet he practices extra hard every day. He has already mastered the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique," his footwork is steady, and his offense and defense are well-balanced.

His exceptional strength is what caught the eye of his senior brother, making him one of his most formidable subordinates.

"Senior Brother Zheng!" A glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of several disciples.

Wang Shilong scoffed, "Another one offering themselves up?"

Wang Hu was obsessed with martial arts. He remained silent on the stage, calm as still water. His only responsibility was to step out and defeat them.

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Siyuan had already made his move!

He didn't seek radicalness, but rather a steady and methodical approach—a feint with "Shadow Strike" followed by a sweeping "Flow Breaker," the leg strikes, though not fierce, flowed like a continuous river, sealing off any escape route.

Wang Hu took the kick head-on, and sparks flew with a clang! The two were evenly matched!

Wang Hu's expression changed slightly; he no longer underestimated his opponent. His arm muscles bulged as he unleashed the "Mountain-Shattering Fist: Mountain-Crushing Style," each punch heavier than the last, crashing down like a giant hammer!

Zheng Siyuan gritted his teeth and parried, using skill to break through force: he sidestepped the attack and spun around to kick the back of Wang Hu's knee; Wang Hu staggered and roared as he counterattacked.

The two exchanged blows, going back and forth for fifteen rounds in the blink of an eye!

The bluestone slabs cracked underfoot, and dust flew everywhere.

After an incense stick's time, up to the hundredth move, Wang Hu suddenly changed his move, shouting, "Earth Shatter!"

His right leg slammed into the ground like an iron stake, causing Zheng Siyuan to lose his footing. Taking advantage of this opening, Wang Hu swept his left leg across, striking straight at Zheng's ribs!

"Bang!"

Zheng Siyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards for three zhang, knelt on one knee, but still kept his back straight and refused to fall.

But at this moment, Wang Hu had also taken a blow from Zheng Siyuan, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; he was not feeling well.

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Hu stood in the arena, panting heavily, his shoulder bruised and his left arm trembling slightly—this victory had been extremely narrow. He forced a cold laugh: "Is that all? You dare call yourself a veteran martial artist?"

But none of the disciples who followed the wind cheered or echoed his words; the hall was completely silent.

The disciples of Duan Yue Martial Arts School cheered, "Well done, Senior Brother!"

Xiao Miechen and Wang Shilong also praised him with admiring eyes: "Look at Wang Hu, he fought well!"

I will definitely ask the museum owner for credit then, and he will reward me handsomely!

Wang Hu nodded, his face flushed, "Thank you for your kind words, Senior Brother."

Zheng Siyuan was kneeling on one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his spine was as straight as a pine tree.

Senior Brother Li Wei could see that Zheng Siyuan had done his best, so he silently stepped forward to help Zheng Siyuan up and said in a low voice, "You have played very well."

Zheng Siyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Wang Hu, and solemnly emphasized, word by word, "The Chasing Wind Leg Technique... it's not useless, it's just that I haven't mastered it."

Wang the butcher from Xiushui Village, who was outside the arena, also loved to join in the fun when he heard about the challenge. He especially enjoyed watching the battles between martial artists and was particularly curious.

He witnessed all of this from the sidelines, and just as he was getting excited, he wondered how to deal with the fact that Zhuifeng Martial Arts School had been swept away and forced into this situation.

Is it really true that Zhuifeng Martial Arts School is so much worse than Duanyue Martial Arts School?

At this moment, the master of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School was not confident and could not afford to lose. In order to save face, he called Zhuo Bufan over and whispered something to him.

"All unrelated personnel must leave immediately, or death or injury will be disregarded!" Zhuo Bufan shouted loudly, his voice clear and powerful.

And so, poor Butcher Wang's wish was not fulfilled, and he was dragged out.

On the high platform, Senior Brother Li Wei watched coldly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He didn't know Zheng Siyuan would lose, but he still sent him out to fight first.

The intention was to boost morale, but unexpectedly, it caused the morale of Chasing Wind to completely collapse.

Now it was Zhuo Bufan's turn to send out his generals.

His brows were furrowed and his palms were slightly sweaty.

Among his newly recruited disciples, the strongest was only at the mid-stage of the Bull Skin Realm, not even as good as Zheng Siyuan.

Sending more people would only add to the humiliation.

"Does... I really have to admit defeat?" He was anxious.

Just then, Zhou Xingyun strode over and lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Zhuo, I have a plan."

"Tell me quickly, junior brother, stop keeping me in suspense!"

"Why not send Junior Brother Song to fight?"

Zhuo Bufan was taken aback: "Song Jing? Although he is only at the Niu Pi Realm and is still a new disciple, he has a record of killing He Dabiao before."

But these people are strong enough to easily crush a martial artist like He Dabiao. Is it really possible to send him?

"Forget it, whatever, let's try anything, I'll just trust Junior Brother Zhou this time."

"But he has already mastered the 'Golden Bell Cover' and made minor progress in the 'Chasing Wind Leg Technique'." Zhou Xingyun's eyes were sharp. "Although Wang Hu won, he is already at his last gasp."

Song Jing is faster and has a stronger defense—his chances of winning this battle are extremely high.

A glint flashed in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, and he immediately made a decision: "Alright! Go tell him—if he wins this battle, not only will the old master bestow upon him a Molting Pill to help him break through to the Iron Skin Realm, but I will also personally reward him with fifty taels of silver!"

Zhou Xingyun nodded and turned to walk towards a corner of the crowd.

Song Jingzheng silently observed the scene. Seeing Zhou Xingyun approach, he instantly understood the old master and Senior Brother Zhuo's meaning, and asked softly, "Should I make a move?"

"Yes." Zhou Xingyun nodded lightly.