Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

To ensure the operation was foolproof and left no trace, Song Jing disguised himself by wearing a mask and a bamboo hat.

I went to the town market in advance to buy lime, kerosene and other supplies, and placed them near the mountain road.

Right after the deed was done, they planned to move the two bodies, let them decompose, and burn them completely.

To avoid being carried out by stray dogs like last time, causing trouble, and making myself constantly worried about being exposed.

The night was as dark as spilled ink, and the mountain wind howled.

The withered trees on both sides of the mountain road at the entrance of the village stretched towards the sky like ghostly claws, and the moonlight was swallowed by the clouds, leaving only a deathly silence.

Song Jing lay prone on the edge of a cliff three zhang high, his whole body pressed against it like a gecko, even his breath blending into the wind.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, locking onto the path below.

Tonight, he will hunt down two ruthless men of the Black Tiger Gang, the Dragon and Tiger Duo.

Lei Long and Lei Hu are both quasi-martial artists.

Lei Hu was skilled with a sword, possessed immense strength, and moved with the grace of the wind.

Lei Long was skilled with a knife, his blade was as fast as lightning, and he once cleaved a galloping horse in two with a single stroke.

The two of them, working together, once surrounded and killed a martial artist who had just entered the Bullhide Realm.

Although the martial artist was old and his energy was waning, the two of them became famous in Xiushui and were recognized as having the strength of martial artists.

More importantly, they would escort "tribute money" back to the headquarters on the fifteenth of every month.

Today is the fifteenth.

At the third quarter of midnight, torches flickered at the end of the mountain path.

Lei Long carried a ghost-headed saber, and Lei Hu carried a wine jug. The two chatted and laughed, their steps relaxed and unguarded, as if they were just returning home on an ordinary night.

"Brother, do you think that kid still dares to make a move?" Lei Hu took a swig of strong liquor and sneered, "Iron Head King Kong died under mysterious circumstances, it's probably him who did it."

Lei Long sneered, his voice extremely low: "So he will definitely come in these next few nights."

We'll pretend to be nonchalant, wait for him to appear, and then launch a surprise attack.

Master He had anticipated this; we were the bait! As soon as he showed up, the three brothers lying in ambush on the back mountain immediately surrounded him, making it impossible for him to escape!

If things go wrong, have the three brothers from the back mountain split up and seek reinforcements.

Song Jing lay prone on a high place, his hearing was amazing, and he didn't miss a single word.

It was definitely a trap!

But a cold glint appeared on his lips.

Since you want to fish, then I'll be the knife that cuts the fishing line!

Song Jing quietly went to the back mountain and killed three people without anyone noticing, without causing a big commotion.

After all, these three were just ordinary martial artists and couldn't react to Song Jing's leg techniques at all. His feet were like sharp blades, and with one kick, all three were beheaded.

Thunder Dragon and Thunder Tiger, who were walking along the cliff edge, were unaware that the real danger had already arrived.

Song Jing touched the corpse and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Pah, with such weak strength, they really are all poor bastards, with hardly any money in their pockets."

Now for the main event: dealing with the Longhua Duo. Hopefully, they can give me some surprises.

When the two reached the narrowest point at the bottom of the cliff—with steep cliffs on both sides and nowhere to retreat—Song Jing made his move!

Like a hawk leaving its nest, he touched the cliff face with his right leg and swooped down like a black shadow!

The first move of the Wind Chaser Kick is to cut off the flow!

Before the legs even arrived, the wind had already torn them apart!

A sharp whistling sound tore through the air, heading straight for Lei Hu's vital point in the back!

Lei Hu seemed to have anticipated this, and instead of dodging, he countered with a palm strike!

"boom--!"

The shockwave exploded, and dust surged like waves!

Lei Hu staggered back five steps, the bluestone beneath his feet shattering, his arm trembling violently, and his tiger's mouth splitting open and bleeding. Fear was not in his eyes; instead, he laughed wildly: "Good lad! Quite strong, and your qi and blood are plentiful! Your leg techniques are also quite vicious."

They specifically target the heart, kidneys, and throat; every strike is deadly!

In just one exchange, Lei Hu was seriously injured. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted fiercely, "Brother! This kid is much stronger than I thought! Retreat! He's no ordinary martial artist; we can't defeat him!"

Lei Long had already drawn his sword, and the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning as it slashed towards Song Jing's waist and abdomen. The blade tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek!

However, Song Jing's attack failed, and his figure drifted back three zhang like a willow catkin, landing silently.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he noticed that although Lei Hu had taken the hit head-on, his left knee trembled slightly and his breathing was disordered.

That kick just now has already damaged his internal organs and meridians!

"Disable the weak first!"

Instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in and unleashing a series of kicks with both legs.

A fleeting glimpse! A fleeting shadow! A broken stream!

The three moves combined create a leg shadow as heavy as a torrential downpour!

Lei Hu hastily parried, but was kicked in the ribs!

"Snap!"

The sound of breaking ribs was clearly audible, like a withered branch snapping!

He screamed and flew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) like a broken sack, crashing into a small tree about the size of a bowl and collapsing onto the muddy ground, coughing up blood incessantly.

"Tiger!" Lei Long's eyes widened in fury, and his sword strike faltered.

He originally intended to stall Song Jing until reinforcements could surround him.

But his younger brother was critically injured and on the verge of death, leaving him with no other choice!

"I'll risk it all!" Lei Long bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his blade. "Tiger, that's the only move we can use! Even if it destroys our foundation, we must kill him!"

Lei Hu struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth and urging his entire body's qi and blood to surge. His skin turned from white to red, and his muscles swelled up like a dragon!

The two were enveloped in heat, and faint sounds of tiger roars and dragon cries could be heard emanating from within them!

Combined attack technique – Mountain-Crushing Dragon-Tiger Fist!

The Thunder Dragon Blade's light surged like a reversed Milky Way, while the Thunder Tiger Palm's wind was like a tiger pouncing on its prey. The blade and palm intertwined to form a net of death, sealing off all of Song Jing's escape routes in all directions!

The air is compressed to the extreme, and the ground debris is suspended in mid-air. Once this move is made, ordinary martial artists will not even have time to react before they are shredded into mincemeat!

"You can't dodge it!" Thunder Dragon roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Unless you're a monster who specializes in speed techniques!"

Song Jing's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that critical moment, Zhou Xingyun's words flashed through his mind:

"The true essence of the 'Chasing Wind Leg Technique' lies not in speed, but in 'leaving no trace'."

The thought is there, and the body is already there!

Instead of retreating, he charged towards the center of the net of blades!

Just as the blade was about to strike and the palm strike was about to hit his face.

His body vanished like smoke!

The afterimage remained in place, then was shredded into nothingness by the blade and palm.

His true form had already flashed behind Lei Hu, so fast that even the moonlight couldn't catch up with him!

"How is this possible?!" Lei Long was horrified. His sword strike missed its mark, and he staggered forward.

Having missed their attack, the two knew their chances were slim and they were destined to die with regret. Before they died, they asked, "You...you are a speed-specialized martial artist?!"

You're incredibly fast!

Are you a disciple of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts School?

Is this the Wind Chasing Leg Technique?

Is this still considered a minor achievement level?

"Could you be the newly recruited disciple, Song Jing?"

Lei Hu's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, roaring, "With this kind of strength... you still dare to launch a sneak attack? Utterly shameless!"

The two had no will to fight anymore and only wanted to make the last effort to survive, so they turned around and fled!

"Trying to run?" Song Jing sneered, his voice as cold as ice.

He exerted force with both legs and chased after it like an arrow released from a bow.

Ten steps! Five steps! Three steps!

His right leg swept up from below, as fast as lightning.

"Bang!"

The toe precisely struck Lei Hu's back and spine!

With his spine broken, Lei Hu fell to the ground and died instantly, his screams choked in his throat!

When Lei Long turned around and saw this, he was terrified and ran for his life, crying out for help: "Someone! Quickly go and report to Boss He for help!"

But how fast was Song Jing's speed?

Within three breaths, they had caught up with him from behind.

The left leg swept across, striking the neck like a steel whip!

"Click!"

The sound of the neck bone breaking was crisp, like the snapping of a withered branch.

Lei Long's corpse lunged forward a few steps before crashing to the ground, its eyes wide open, unable to believe it even in death.

He himself died among a newly recruited disciple!

The mountain wind howled, and the torches went out.

Song Jing leaned on his knees, panting. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat. His left arm had been cut by the wind from the blade, leaving a small gash, but he felt no pain at all.

He suppressed his excitement and quickly searched for the body.

In Lei Hu's arms: a twenty-tael Xiushui Bank silver note, stained with blood;

Lei Long's hidden pocket contained a twenty-tael silver note, soaked with sweat.

Forty taels in total!

He took out an oiled paper ledger from his pocket and, by the faint moonlight, wrote:

This is more than double the twenty taels I got from killing Iron-Headed Vajra last time!

Even more coincidentally, these forty taels were exactly the total amount that those unfortunate dozens of households had "gifted" this month!

The Black Tiger Gang exploited the people's hard-earned money, and now it's all in their hands!

It can be considered divine retribution, but it's a pity for those who died.

I have done this to rid the people of a scourge, and this is my way of repaying those wronged souls.

Song Jing couldn't help but grin, his eyes blazing with intense passion.

Robin Hood-like behavior?

No, it's acting on behalf of Heaven!

He quickly destroyed the body, dragging it into a deep ravine and erasing all traces.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction of the martial arts school, his gaze sharp as a knife:

Zhang Wu, you can rely on the cultivation level of the medicine pile, but your senior brother Li Wei has a profound foundation.

Presumably, you are afraid of openly violating the rules of the sect, so you keep quiet about it.

The purpose is to wait until the martial arts school conflict arrives, and then launch an attack. At that time, I'm afraid it will be the day I die!

Forty taels is not enough; it will take about one hundred and sixty taels more to buy the "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique"!

At that time, my legs will be like thunder!

The moonlight finally broke through the clouds and shone on him.

The boy's figure disappeared into the darkness, with only the jade pendant at his waist gleaming with a cold, faint light.

Just like his heart at this moment: calm, sharp, and unstoppable.

"Tonight was truly exhilarating! Exhilarating!" A cheerful voice swept by and gradually faded away.