Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The monkey spoke weakly, struggling to his feet: "Jing... Brother Jing... protect Xiao Chan... the Black Tiger Gang... He Da Biao's men... are going to capture her... saying that after they've finished their first round, they'll... sell her to a brothel in town..."

He even threatened me... I said that if I didn't hand over my sister within two weeks, he would... beat me to death in the street."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side and he fainted.

Song Jing's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer!

The image of Lin Xiaochun's obedient figure flashed through his mind. It was when he went out to gather herbs and was bitten by a poisonous snake in West Lake, and collapsed on the road near the village entrance...

Lin Xiaochun happened to be going out when she encountered this situation. At that time, she was too thin to move the tall Song Jing.

They had no choice but to call his older brother Monkey and his eldest brother Song Yi to take him home. Fortunately, the poison was sucked out in time.

Otherwise, their bodies would probably have been left to rot in the wilderness, carried away by wild dogs, and by now, there would likely be no trace of them.

From that time on, in his heart, Lin Xiaochun was no different from his own sister, and Monkey had been like a brother to him since childhood.

The Black Tiger Gang! So utterly inhuman! How dare they lay a hand on his brother's sister!

As soon as Senior Brother Zhou left, He Dabiao's wolfish nature erupted. Given his past experience of being taken advantage of, he would never dare to act like this again.

Moreover, Senior Brother Zhou did not leave in a big way; this matter is a private matter to outsiders, so there must be something wrong.

He scooped up Lin Hou'er and rushed into the house, quickly finding some ointment to apply to his wound.

The cooling medicinal properties seeped in, and after a while, the monkey rolled over and struggled to its feet.

He groaned, barely opening his eyes, tears streaming down his face: "Luckily, Xiao Chan wasn't home that day, otherwise they would have succeeded. They forced me to hand over Xiao Chan, but I refused, so they beat me so badly that I'm so badly injured."

Song Jing looked at the monkey's injuries, which included bloodstains, a swollen and bruised face, and even several broken ribs.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light.

The numbers on the panel are still changing, but the knife in reality is already at the throat of a loved one.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the raging anger in his heart.

We must not act rashly.

We must become stronger!

Half a month is enough for me to break through!

At that time, I will become a formal disciple of the martial arts school, and my strength will be on par with He Dabiao. If we really fight, I may not be able to beat him, but I can at least put him to the test.

He is superior to him in status and position, so there is no need to fear him.

After settling Lin Hou'er in, he comforted him, saying, "If you trust your brother, then focus on recovering and leave everything to me."

In the morning light, the boy stood shirtless, the bloodstains on his palms still wet, but his eyes were harder than iron filings.

In this life, he will not only have to overcome countless mountains, but also personally slay all the wolves blocking his way; perhaps this will be his first major obstacle.

For the past two weeks, Song Jing has focused on his cultivation and has remained secluded at home.

On the third day, the cultivation progress increased as expected. Lin Hou was seriously injured and lying down, but he remained relatively calm.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Skin Forging Realm - No Realm (76/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (35/100)

By the fifth day, the monkeys were already getting anxious.

Lin Hou'er's injuries had eased slightly, but he was now blinded by rage and had lost all reason. He kept urging, "Brother Jing! If we don't find someone to protect Xiao Chan soon, she might be sold to the Northern Frontier one day! If the Black Tiger Gang breaks their promise, Xiao Chan will be in danger! You must go and beg Senior Brother Zhou!"

"Senior Brother Zhou is away on training and is not in Xiushui." Song Jing didn't even look up, his palms deeply embedded in the iron sand, wisps of smoke rising from them. "Besides... I don't want to bother him with personal matters."

"Then go find the Xu family! My sister married into the family!" Fatty Chen rushed over carrying a bag of medicine, covered in sweat. "I begged her, but she's just a concubine. She can't even enter the inner courtyard, let alone call upon the pharmacy guards... The matriarch of the Xu family scolded my sister back to her room with just one sentence."

Song Jing remained silent for a moment, then simply said, "Wait for me."

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (80/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (37/100)

—Wait until I break through to the next level.

He knew that it was better to rely on oneself than on others.

The path of a martial artist is one of solitary journeys paved with blood.

On the seventh day, Brother Lin Hou'er was able to get out of bed and start talking about revenge and fighting the Black Tiger Gang every day. Fortunately, Fatty held him back.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (84/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (39/100)

Looking at the proficiency panel, Song Jing thought, "Almost there. Now it's a race against time."

Day after day, the figure in front of the iron pot remained as if cast in iron.

The blisters on my palms scab over and crack, then scab over again, eventually turning into a layer of dark, hard skin that feels like leather to the touch and sounds like a drum when tapped.

Finally, on the tenth day.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (90/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (42/100)

Finally, the twelfth day arrived.

[Person] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Leather Forging - No Realm (96/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (47/100)

Almost there, just a little bit more. I'll be fully charged soon. I wonder what it will feel like to break through to the Martial Artist level, and how much my strength will increase.

At that time, the Black Tiger Gang will no longer be afraid of He Dabiao. None of the other subordinates have broken through to the martial arts level, so as long as He Dabiao doesn't take action personally, they will pose no threat.

Lin Xiaochun's problem will then be easily solved.

Late on the fifteenth night, the moonlight was like a ribbon.

Song Jing abruptly withdrew his palm, his arms trembling—

"Buzz!"

A powerful, deep energy rose from the spine and flowed through the limbs and bones.

The skin surface gleamed with a faint coppery sheen, the pores shrank to the size of needle tips, and beneath the muscles it seemed as if an iron torrent was surging.

The panel looked the same a second ago.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Skin Forging Realm → No Realm (100/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (47/100)

Become!

next second.

[Character] Song Jing

[Realm Progress] Forging Skin - No Realm → Forging Skin - Bullhide Realm (0/100)

[Technique Progress] Introduction to the Wind Chasing Leg Technique (47/100)

He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp "crackling" sound, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

With a gentle stomp of his foot, the blue brick beneath his feet cracked with fine, spiderweb-like patterns!

The leather is like that of an old ox, hard to cut with a knife and hard to burn with fire. Its strength is concentrated in the muscles and bones, and its speed is astonishing.

This is the power of the Bullhide Realm; the feeling is wonderful.

Now is the time to kill Iron Head and King Kong and eliminate future troubles. We have the strength, the motive, and the objective conditions.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one knows that Song Jing, an ordinary martial arts school disciple, has broken through to the next level, we should launch a night raid on their usual route back to the dock after collecting their monthly wages, so that we can be absolutely certain of success.

After the body is disposed of, no one will know.

Even if He Dabiao knew the truth, there was nothing he could do.

However, these two are also quite skilled among ordinary people, so to avoid making too much noise, they must finish the fight quickly.

The night wind swirled up withered leaves, and only the heavy breathing of Iron Head and Vajra could be heard on the mountain path.

"That little wench can't have gone far. Tonight, she'll be begging for mercy!" King Kong grinned savagely, cracking his thick knuckles.

Before the words were finished—

A dark shadow swooped down from the top of the cliff, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, without a sound!

King Kong took a punch head-on and was sent flying several meters away, barely clinging to life.

Iron Head, standing nearby, began to pounce, gripping the ground with his right foot and suddenly kicking out, aiming straight for Song Jing's vitals.

Song Jing easily dodged the fatal kick thanks to his speed.

Taking advantage of the moment to catch his breath, King Kong immediately regrouped and launched a surprise attack, channeling 200 pounds of arm strength into his right fist, aiming straight for the attacker's face!

"Bang!"

The fist slammed solidly into Song Jing's chest—

It was like striking a tough old cowhide drum!

The dull echo made King Kong's wrist go numb and his finger bones feel like they were about to crack!

"What?!" His pupils shrank sharply.

Song Jing didn't retreat even half a step; his clothes were slightly wrinkled, and the muscles under his skin rippled slightly, completely swallowing the impact.

The leather is as tough as leather armor—mortal fists and feet are nothing more than a tickle!

Iron Head roared, "Playing tricks!" His fists rained down like a storm, targeting his ribs, chest, and throat!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every punch landed squarely, each sound like a drumbeat!

Song Jing merely swayed his shoulder slightly, letting them attack relentlessly.

With each punch, his skin glowed faintly, his muscles writhed like living things to release the force, and the bluestone beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, yet he remained as steady as a mountain!

"Impossible... You've only been a beginner for a month and a half!" Tie Tou's voice trembled, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

Song Jing did not answer.

He suddenly took a step forward, his right fist twisting out from his waist—

No fancy moves, just the most basic straight punch!

"boom!"

The air was compressed and exploded!

Jin Gang hastily parried, crossing his arms to protect his chest.

But the moment that fist slammed down—

"Snap! Snap!"

The bones in his arms were broken like withered branches!

The force of the punch continued, the remaining power flowing into his chest!

"puff--!"

The two-hundred-pound body of King Kong was struck as if by a battering ram. His feet left the ground and he flew backward, crashing into a pine tree by the roadside. His chest cavity collapsed, blood spurted from his seven orifices, and he died on the spot!

Iron Head was terrified and turned to run away.

Song Jing strode forward in pursuit, each step causing the ground to tremble, his speed even faster than a galloping horse!

Catch up in three breaths!

Ironhead spun around and delivered a spinning kick, the wind whistling through the air, powerful enough to shatter a millstone!

Song Jing neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his arm to take the hit head-on!

"clang!"

The leg bone struck the forearm, producing a metallic clang!

Tie Tou screamed in agony as his calf felt like it was broken—his opponent's arm was as hard as refined iron!

Before he could retract his leg, Song Jing's left hand gripped his ankle like an iron clamp, and he twisted his waist and hips violently!

"Rip!"

The sound of muscles tearing apart is sickening!

Tie Tou's entire right leg was forcibly dislocated, causing him to lose his balance and fall.

He struggled to get up, but Song Jing stepped on his chest, causing his ribs to groan under the weight.

"Spare...spare me!" Tie Tou cried, tears streaming down his face. "I have an elderly mother to care for, and children to raise..."

Song Jing's eyes were icy, and his right fist was raised high.

Iron Head closed his eyes in despair—

"Bang!"

The first punch shattered his nose!

"Bang!"

The second punch blasted out his left eye!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The third, fourth, and fifth punches pounded into his heart like a pile driver!

Ribs were broken one by one, and the chest cavity collapsed like a tattered sack!

Iron Head coughed up blood and foam, his eyes bulged out, and he frantically clawed at the ground with both hands. Finally, he twitched twice and became completely still.

Song Jing slowly withdrew his fist, his knuckles stained with blood, yet he did not tremble in the slightest.

He looked down at the two corpses. Beneath the coarse cloth, the muscles slowly smoothed out, and the bronze sheen of the skin faded, leaving only the stench of blood carried by the night wind.

The two ruthless henchmen of the Black Tiger Gang, who were just moments before, now lay dead in the wilderness like rotten flesh.

Song Jing's breathing remained steady as before.

The power of the Bull-skin Realm lies not in its techniques, but in its astonishing physical defense and strength against ordinary people.

Its skin can even block blades, giving it superhuman defense, speed, and strength.

That's why they can crush ordinary people; even the most powerful mortals can't beat a master of the Bull-Skin Realm in a one-on-one fight.

These two are skilled fighters even among ordinary people; otherwise, they wouldn't have been valued by He Dabiao.

If resources are available, it is possible to enter the Bullskin Realm.

It took a lot of effort to finish the fight quickly; otherwise, I wouldn't have needed to take that punch head-on.

Fortunately, he broke through to the Bull-skin Realm; otherwise, one punch from him would have rendered an ordinary person unable to get up and incapacitated.

Fortunately, the punch only caused minor injuries and nothing serious.

Song Jing took a deep breath, straightened his slightly dirty clothes, and felt extremely happy. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Tonight is truly wonderful!"