Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

"I thought that Li Ling Shuang, who was only at the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, was using some tricks, but I didn't expect her to have such strength. It's a big surprise. Zhang Wu has a worthy opponent now."

"This kid can actually fight on equal terms with someone at the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm, with no clear winner?" Zhuo Bufan watched the battle between the two, feeling both astonished by Song Jing's prowess and worried about his third junior sister being at a disadvantage.

"His footwork is somewhat strange, yet not strange; it's a marvelous quality." Zhou Xingyun's gaze was sharp as a knife. "Every step he takes seems to contain some kind of special pattern."

This way, one can save more effort and maintain the same speed. Only those with an extremely solid foundation in the Chasing Wind Leg Technique can step out naturally, as if using it as if walking normally, making it seem effortless.

If he were truly only at the minor level of mastery, or even if others perceived him as having the potential to reach the major level, a minor master would never be so composed.

"And..." he lowered his voice, "he never uses his killing move, never attacks vital points, and even deliberately avoids attacking when Lin Wan'er shows a weakness. He's not seeking victory, but rather—delaying."

The two had already exchanged over a hundred blows in the arena.

Lin Wan'er grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed.

She thought that as a mid-stage Iron Skin Realm cultivator, she could defeat a Forging Skin Warrior in at most thirty moves.

But the person in front of her was as deep and unfathomable as the battle, becoming more and more stable, which gave her a feeling that she could not hit him, could not move him, and could not defeat him!

Although her Wind Chasing Leg Technique was only at a minor level, her skill was still shallow, and while her moves were continuous, they lacked variation; while Song Jing's Wind Chasing Leg Technique, although also at a minor level, already showed signs of mastery, with concise yet flawless moves.

"boom!"

Another hard-fought clash ensued, and both men simultaneously staggered back three steps.

Lin Wan'er's chest heaved, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing became slightly erratic.

Song Jing, on the other hand, remained deep and breathy, as if the hundred or so moves he had just made were merely a warm-up.

"Junior brother... is indeed a man of hidden talent." She said softly, her tone no longer contemptuous, but solemn.

Song Jing smiled slightly: "Senior Sister's moves are exquisite, Junior Brother can only barely hold on."

But he knew in his heart:

If I use the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, I can break her defense within thirty moves.

But in chaotic times—it can't be exposed. Anyway, Zhan Ping will get full rewards, which will protect his senior sister's name and provide enough emotional value.

To avoid embarrassing my senior sister, given our relationship with the Russian sister.

After all, his senior sister wanted to stand out, and deep down she was a person who cared about her reputation. She believed that if she was paid to do something, she should do it well; this was a principle she deeply believed in.

The Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is his greatest trump card, and its grade is higher than that of the Wind Chaser. Once it is used, it will attract attention and may even attract prying eyes.

Moreover, he has already demonstrated some mastery of the Golden Bell Cover and Wind Chasing Leg Technique today. If he were to unleash Wind and Thunder again, it would be tantamount to revealing his true abilities.

Concealing one's strength is the way to long-term success.

So he continued to use his Wind Chasing Leg Technique to maneuver, protecting himself with his Golden Bell Shield, advancing step by step.

The two clashed again, their legs flashing and their palms whistling, leaving shallow pits in the bluestone ground and sending pebbles flying.

A single move, "A Glimpse of Beauty," counters "A Fleeting Shadow."

A single kick that "cuts off the flow" versus a "swallow's flight"

Fists and palms collided, creating a surge of air!

Three hundred moves have passed.

Lin Wan'er had reached her limit; her blood and qi surged, her arms trembled slightly, and the rhythm of her Chasing Wind Leg Technique began to become disordered.

Song Jing, however, was no longer as composed as before; his breathing was somewhat disordered, and his steps were slightly hesitant.

Finally, she unleashed a powerful kick, but the force had already weakened. Song Jing simply sidestepped, dodging the attack, and then lightly pressed his palm against her shoulder without using any force.

"Let's stop." He took the initiative to give his senior sister a way out, and said softly, "Senior sister, we've already gone through three hundred moves and there's no clear winner, how about it?"

My junior brother has also reached his physical limit. Perhaps we should call it a day.

Lin Wan'er took a moment to catch her breath, then finally nodded: "Okay... it's a draw."

The entire room fell silent.

A moment later, applause broke out.

It wasn't cheering, but rather—respect.

Zhou Xingyun shook his head with a smile, but in his heart he had already seen through everything: "This kid is really cunning...he really knows how to play the game."

Winning might offend someone, but losing would be unacceptable. So, a draw would be the best option, preserving his senior sister's face while showcasing his own strength.

Zhuo Bufan's gaze was deep: "If he really wants to win, Lin Wan'er won't last two hundred moves."

Li Ling Shuang looked at Song Jing, her heart filled with even greater shock.

He not only easily defeated me, but also managed to fight my senior sister to a draw...

Song Jing finished his stance, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister. I have benefited greatly from this battle."

If they continued fighting, Lin Wan'er, drenched in sweat, had no confidence at all. Panting, she took the opportunity to back down: "Junior brother, as long as you have gained some insights from this battle, it won't be in vain that your senior sister put in so much effort to guide you."

Looking into Song Jing's calm eyes, she suddenly understood—

This person never flaunts anything, yet has already taken everything under control.

I realized I had underestimated him.

A night breeze swept by, and Song Jing stood in the arena, his clothes fluttering lightly, as if the three hundred moves he had just made were nothing more than ordinary practice.

But what many people don't know is that a new star has quietly risen in the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School.

The group sat down and chatted for a while. Second Senior Brother Zhuo Bufan said with a solemn expression, "Everyone needs to be careful recently. There are more and more refugees outside the city, and the intensity of the war is constantly increasing. Some older martial artists have been forcibly conscripted into the army."

There have also been many martial artists missing in the city recently, so everyone must be careful.

The next morning.

Song Jing continued to serve as an instructor at the martial arts school, guiding his students as usual.

The former abbot used to live in seclusion and rarely showed his face.

However, recently they have been coming to inspect the area on time, which is indeed a bit unusual.

Two of his fellow students from the same period came to say goodbye.

One of them sighed, "I envy Senior Brother Song. He was able to make a name for himself in one fell swoop and become famous overnight."

Although we were in the same cohort, I have just finished spending all the money in my household.

He was too embarrassed to stay at the martial arts school any longer, so he had no choice but to go out and find a way to make a living, even if it meant joining the army and risking his life.

Another senior disciple sighed, "The path of martial arts is more difficult than ascending to heaven. I am now quite old, and rubber bands are my limit."

"I can only go out and find a family to sell my life for a pittance, and then raise my descendants. I have no hope for that, but there's still a sliver of hope."

The two then said in unison, "Senior Brother Song, we'll meet again in the martial world if fate allows."

Even if we don't see him, I believe we can still hear the legend of Senior Brother Song in some secluded corner.

In the distance, a familiar disciple, Xue Jiheng, walked slowly towards him with several people. This disciple was the first one he met when he was a sparring partner.

Xue Jiheng looked at Song Jing with admiration, then waved to introduce the two new disciples beside him, both dressed in fine clothes. Their families were quite wealthy and ran some businesses. He slowly explained their purpose: "These two wish to become disciples of Senior Brother Song and request his guidance."

The disciples standing next to me look somewhat familiar.

"Senior Brother Song, do you still remember me?"

I am Liu Xudong. I came to participate in the assessment with you in the same class. I admired Senior Brother Song's demeanor back then.

Now, times have changed. My senior brother is no longer what he used to be, while I'm still at rock bottom.

"And me, I am Yan Shengjie, also a disciple who entered in the same batch as Senior Brother Song, and now I am also feeling quite ashamed."

Although it was not easy, or with some resources from home, he did his best to break through to the martial arts level.

However, my skills have not improved. I hope my senior brother can give me some guidance.

Compared to the previous two, the importance of family background is self-evident. Sometimes, the starting point of some people's birth is the destination that others yearn for but cannot reach.

Just like some people, if you spend some time in the same martial arts school with them, you might mistakenly think that you and they are from the same world.

Some people are born in Rome, while others are born to be beasts of burden.