Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, the gates of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School suddenly burst open!

Guo Wenzhou, the master of Duan Yue Martial Arts School, entered the hall in a black brocade robe. Behind him was Cui Jianzhang, a trusted confidant of the county magistrate, who held a vermilion wooden box. On either side of him were yamen runners with iron rulers at their waists and grim faces.

Footsteps on the bluestone slabs sounded like drums, startling sparrows from the eaves.

"Master Lin!" Guo Wenzhou's voice boomed, his fingertips lightly tapping the wooden box. "The county government's official document is here—the allocation of martial arts examination slots in three days will be decided publicly today! With Lord Cui present as a witness, I, the master, will certainly uphold justice and the law, and dare not forcibly seize any slots!"

His gaze swept over the group at the Wind Chasing Martial Arts Academy, a smile playing on his lips: "Now you're all speechless, aren't you?"

Lin Xuanyue stood in the center of the martial arts arena, his blue robe fluttering in the wind. His fingertips dug into his palms, yet his spine remained ramrod straight.

The iron ruler from the county government office gleamed cold in the sunlight. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly—openly defying orders? That would be tantamount to destroying the foundation of his martial arts school.

In the end, it all turned into a cold snort, his sleeves billowing like clouds: "There's even the county magistrate's own signature, and witnesses."

"The rules, I, Zhui Feng Martial Arts School, accept."

Many disciples of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School were filled with anger. They were extremely unwilling and some even wanted to fight them, but fortunately, they were held back by the disciples next to them, thus preventing a major incident.

Everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy and filled with righteous indignation.

At this moment, the disciples of the martial arts school were completely silent.

One of Duan Yue's disciples, looking smug, burst into laughter.

There is a sharp contrast.

Xiao Miechen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with a confident glint; Wang Hu stood at the edge of the crowd with his head down, his peripheral vision catching Song Jingshi's face gradually reddening, his fingers unconsciously tightening the hem of his clothes.

"Senior Brother Zhou... good luck!" Song Jing whispered, his hands clenched into fists as he watched Senior Brother Zhou's every move, hoping that Senior Brother Zhou would definitely win.

Zhou Xingyun slowly stepped forward. He bowed deeply to Lin Xuanyue one last time, and as he turned around, his back was as straight as a pine tree: "Master, Xingyun will certainly live up to your expectations and do my utmost to uphold the prestige of my Chasing Wind Martial Arts School."

Cui Jianzhang will now read out the rules of this competition: no one may maliciously harm another's life, and no one may arbitrarily destroy another's foundation.

After the reading was completed.

"Begin!" Cui Jianzhang pointed his vermilion pen at the ground.

Xiao Miechen made the first move, striking swiftly and decisively!

The "Broken Mountain Fist" erupted with a thunderous roar—the "Mountain Collapse" stance was initiated, the fist wind tore through the air, and struck Zhou Xingyun's heart directly!

Zhou Xingyun lightly touched the ground with his toes, his movements swift and graceful, his robes fluttering as he narrowly avoided the attack. The bluestone slab cracked with a sound, and shards of stone splashed onto his eyebrows.

"If that punch lands, I'll definitely be seriously injured and won't be able to get up immediately!"

"Senior Brother Xiao's Broken Mountain Fist technique is becoming more and more refined!"

"Senior Brother Xiao is truly amazing! I wish I could be as skilled as him someday!"

Xiao Miechen's strength is indeed not to be underestimated. He lives up to his reputation as a veteran of the Bronze Skin Realm.

"That was close! But Senior Brother Zhou's reaction was incredibly fast!" The Wind Chaser disciple held his breath, feeling extremely uneasy, as if a weight had been lifted from his heart for Senior Brother Zhou.

Zhou Xingyun immediately switched from defense to offense!

"Shadow" swirled three times in quick succession, its figure like smoke, circling around to Xiao Miechen's side;

The "flow interruption" swept across the battlefield, its leg-like winds stirring up dust that blinded the eyes;

Xiao Miechen roared and blocked, his arms going numb from the impact, and he was forced back three steps!

"The Chasing Wind Leg Technique lives up to its name! It's a pity that its explosive power is somewhat lacking." A look of surprise flashed across Cui Jianzhang's eyes.

Guo Wenzhou explained, "It's alright, my disciple will surely win this battle."

Although the Wind Chasing Leg Technique is fast, a single punch from it will knock the user to the ground, rendering them incapable of fighting. My disciple, however, could withstand ten blows from it unless a vital spot was struck.

But at this moment, Xiao Miechen's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He suddenly abandoned his defensive stance, his fists striking the ground like meteorites—"Earth-Splitting!" "Mountain-Crushing!" "Star-Shattering!"

Each punch carried immense force, targeting an old injury in the lower body. Zhou Xingyun leaped into the air to dodge, but Xiao Miechen roared and swung his right fist from below, striking Zhou Xingyun's left knee with pinpoint accuracy!

"Click!"

The faint sound of bones cracking was mixed in with the force of the punch.

Zhou Xingyun froze, staggered half a step when he landed, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Senior brother!" Song Jing clenched his fists, his eyes seemingly about to overflow with bloodshot veins.

Zhou Xingyun wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and then laughed loudly, "That felt great!"

He mustered his inner energy and unleashed the ultimate killing move of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique—"Surprising Beauty"!

The figures transformed into streaks of light, their leg shadows pouring down like a torrential downpour!

Xiao Miechen blocked with both arms, his sleeves torn inch by inch, and bloodstains appeared on his shoulders.

But at the very last moment—

Xiao Miechen's pupils contracted sharply. He feinted with his left fist while his right fist shot out from under his ribs!

"Severed Mountains, Shattered Hearts!"

The fist grazed Zhou Xingyun's chest by three inches, sending him flying three or four meters away from the training ground.

Upon seeing this, Senior Sister Lin was initially furious, lamenting that the people from Duan Yue Martial Arts School had been too ruthless, and wondering if Junior Brother Zhou was alright.

The second senior brother, Zhuo Bufan, standing next to him also had a solemn and unpleasant expression, even appearing somewhat pale.

Because his sixth junior brother, Zhuo Bufan, was his closest person. They had gone through life and death together many times, and were not only fellow disciples but also like family.

Song Jing's attention was entirely focused on Senior Brother Zhou, fearing that something might happen to him, and he felt uneasy.

Fortunately, Song Jing reacted quickly and caught him, preventing his injuries from worsening.

The strong wind made his blood surge, and he was panting heavily, unable to stand steadily. He could only support his junior brother Song Jing and kneel heavily on one knee!

The dust has settled.

Xiao Miechen withdrew his fist and retreated. He was not in good shape after taking the most explosive move of Zhou Xingyun's Chasing Wind Leg Technique, the Soaring Swan. His fingertips trembled slightly as he clasped his hands together: "Thank you for the concession."

The disciples of Duan Yue Martial Arts School exclaimed in surprise.

"Senior Brother Xiao is amazing! He has truly brought honor to our Broken Moon Martial Arts School."

"Senior Brother Xiao, the spots are practically secured this time."

"Our Duan Yue Martial Arts School has truly reaped a great harvest by securing four spots in this martial arts competition."

"In the future, Xiushui will no longer be divided between Duan Yue Zhui Feng Martial Arts School and Duan Yue Martial Arts School. From now on, Duan Yue Martial Arts School will be the only dominant force."

Such a day is not far off.

Zhou Xingyun was panting heavily, but he threw his head back and laughed loudly: "What a magnificent Mountain-Splitting Fist! It is I, Zhou, who am inferior in skill."

He tried to get up, but his left knee was throbbing with pain. When Song Jing helped him up, he touched his senior brother's back, which was covered in cold sweat.

"The victor is Xiao Miechen of Duan Yue Martial Arts School!" Cui Jianzhang announced loudly.

The disciples of Duan Yue cheered thunderously.

Guo Wenzhou stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Master Lin, I'll gladly accept this spot in the martial arts examination."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuanyue turned away without saying a word, his back in his green robe as solitary and imposing as a cliff.

Zhou Xingyun felt somewhat guilty and said to the sect leader Lin Xuanyue, "Xingyun has failed my master."

He paused slightly as he passed Zhou Xingyun, his withered hand pressing heavily on his disciple's shoulder: "You have done your best. It is not your fault. Zhuifeng Martial Arts School is proud of you."

Although you can't register for the five subjects this time, you'll have a better chance next year.

You're still young, so don't be discouraged or dejected.

Zhou Xingyun's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He nodded heavily, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he was speechless for a moment.

Song Jing looked at Xiao Miechen's smug back, then at Lin Xuanyue's lonely spine, his fingertips slowly closing.

The wind swept across his newly formed iron-skinned skin, causing it to gleam with a cold, metallic sheen.

He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, his voice as cold as a blade piercing ice:

"Xiao Miechen, I'll remember you."

The wind chimes on the eaves suddenly rang, as if bearing witness to the vow.

The defeat was inevitable, but the backbone of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School never broke.