Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

On the western slope of Xincheng Mountain, the cliffs are as if cleaved by a knife and axe, and withered leaves swirl in the wind.

Song Jing slowly stepped into the encirclement, his gaze sweeping across the woods like lightning.

First, they circled around the entire mountain range to scout the situation and found that although the enemy was prepared, they did not deploy their top combat forces.

After all, gang leaders are always extremely busy; otherwise, why would they need to maintain capable underlings? Isn't it all for handling these kinds of matters?

He Dabiao may have been arrogant and thought he had some trump cards, but we don't know where his confidence came from.

Eight crossbowmen hid behind trees, while He Dabiao lay prone atop a boulder, their escape route blocked by boulders.

"They're here!" He Dabiao grinned maliciously, his voice shaking the treetops. "Kid, today is your death day!"

This place is outside the city, and the Wind Chaser Martial Arts School doesn't have such a long reach to protect you.

Moreover, we were all disguised as rebels, using the signature weapons of the rebels, so they would only assume it was the work of the rebels.

"Your death will have been in vain!"

"Hahaha!" He Dabiao laughed wildly, "Scared? Too late! Fire the arrows!"

"That suits me perfectly. Today is the day to slaughter the rebels, so there's no need to go through the trouble of cleaning up the battlefield and disposing of the corpses like the last two times," Song Jing replied calmly.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Eight crossbow bolts tore through the air, aiming straight for Song Jing's head, heart, abdomen, and knees!

Song Jing neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly pushed off the ground with his right leg—

Wind Chaser Kick - Fleeting Shadow!

His form vanished like smoke!

All eight crossbow bolts were driven into the ground, their fletching humming incessantly.

"What?!" Before a crossbowman could finish his exclamation, Song Jing was already behind him!

The right leg swept up from below, as fast as lightning—

"Bang!"

The toe struck his chin, and the sound of his neck bone breaking was as crisp as a snapping twig!

Before the body could fall to the ground, he swept his left leg across, striking the second man's ribs like a steel whip!

"Snap!"

With his ribs shattered and internal organs ruptured, the man was sent flying, spitting blood, and crashing into a small tree!

The third and fourth men hastily drew their swords, but before they could even leave their sheaths, Song Jing gripped their wrists with both hands like eagle claws and twisted them in the opposite direction—

"Click! Click!"

His wrist was shattered, and before he could even scream, two knee strikes pierced his chest!

Their sternums collapsed, and the two of them slumped to the ground like broken sacks!

The fifth and sixth men turned to flee, but Song Jing unleashed a series of kicks with his right leg—

Treading on the swallows! The stream stops flowing!

Leg shadows fell like a torrential downpour!

The temples, chest, and throat—three vital points hit in succession!

The body fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices!

The two men were terrified and dropped their crossbows, kneeling on the ground: "Spare us! We were just following orders..."

Before these people could finish speaking, Song Jing had already made his move without anyone noticing, so fast that no one could react.

Song Jing's eyes were icy: "Killing someone under orders is also a capital offense."

Before the two could react, Song Jing unleashed a powerful strike, his legs crossing and snapping shut like iron clamps around their necks—

"Click! Click!"

Both necks were severed, and the body collapsed limply!

In just ten breaths, all eight crossbowmen were wiped out!

Only blood and death remained in the forest.

He Dabiao stood on the high place, his face turning from green to white.

Speed... ruthlessness... this is no ordinary new disciple!

Who are you?!

You are definitely not Song Jing. You must be Zhou Xingyun. It's not right that Zhou Xingyun is disguised. Zhou Xingyun's cultivation level cannot be so low, and his strength cannot be so weak!

"Otherwise, your Wind Chasing Leg Technique wouldn't be so skillful!" He remembered that he only felt this familiar sense of oppression when facing him!

He began to roar, his voice already trembling.

Song Jing slowly raised his head, his eyes devoid of anger or joy, only filled with icy killing intent: "The one who will send you on your way."

"Arrogant!" He Dabiao roared, his blood and qi surging to their peak, and the Golden Bell Shield technique operating at its limit. His skin looked bluish-gray like iron, and he stubbornly said, "I have an iron body that can increase my defense by 50%."

Even if you're incredibly fast, without explosive power, you can't break through my defense!

He suddenly stood up, his skin turning a strange bluish-gray, his muscles bulging like iron, and even his neck had thickened!

"The Golden Bell Cover?!" Song Jing's pupils contracted slightly.

He had heard a lot about it on the black market.

Knowing that this was a technique circulating in the black market, which used secret medicine to temper the body and forcibly stimulate blood and qi, it could make the skin as hard as cowhide in a short time, making it difficult to be injured by swords and knives.

While it can boost one's abilities, it can lead to exhaustion in the long run, although it can indeed dramatically increase defensive capabilities in the short term!

He pounced like a tiger, his palms striking Song Jing's chest and abdomen with the force of wind and thunder!

Song Jing didn't take the blow head-on, but dodged to the side, his right leg whipping out like a whip—

"Bang!"

It hit He Dabiao squarely in the waist and ribs!

But then there was a muffled clang, like hitting an iron plate!

He Dabiao didn't budge an inch, but instead bluffed and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Useless! My skin is thicker than a cow's!"

You can't break my defense, just admit defeat!

"I might take pity on you and spare your life later."

Song Jing frowned slightly—as expected, although this technique was inferior, its defensive power should not be underestimated.

But if he could really kill me, would he spare my life? I doubt this technique can last for very long.

Such a technique that can rapidly boost one's strength must have significant side effects.

He quickly changed tactics: instead of aiming for a fatal blow, he sought to annihilate the enemy in motion, find weaknesses, or wear him down over time!

Next, he moved like a ghost, targeting joints, eyes, throat, genitals, and other areas that the "Golden Bell Cover" could not cover!

His left leg swept towards the back of his knee—He Dabiao staggered, but did not fall;

His right palm struck towards the side of his neck—but was blocked by the iron arm, causing Song Jing's tiger's mouth to go numb from the shock.

A whip kick was aimed at his temple—He Dabiao turned his head to avoid it, but his earlobe was grazed and bled!

"Ah! You're asking for death!" He Dabiao roared in fury, slapping his palms repeatedly, the wind from his palms like waves!

Song Jing used speed to defeat slowness, his movements as swift as the wind, constantly dodging, counterattacking, and dodging again.

Thirty rounds! Fifty rounds! Yuri!

He Dabiao grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

Every palm strike he made missed, yet his opponent always managed to find an opening!

Even more terrifying is that the Golden Bell Shield technique consumes a great deal of qi and blood. At this moment, he was panting heavily, and the bluish-gray color of his skin had faded, revealing a pale complexion!

"Impossible... How do you still have the strength?!" His voice was hoarse.

Song Jing's eyes were cold as knives: "I suppose you can't keep this up for much longer!"

And I've also found your weakness.

You rely on medicine to reach your level, I rely on my life to fight for my future. Your strength is borrowed; my speed is honed through practice!

He suddenly accelerated, unleashing a series of kicks with both legs—

A fleeting glimpse! A swift shadow! A broken stream! A breathtaking sight!

The four techniques combined are so fast that they are difficult to see with the naked eye!

He Dabiao barely managed to block three kicks, but was hit in the knee by the fourth kick!

"Click!"

My left leg buckled, and I fell to my knees!

The fifth leg struck down like thunder, aiming straight for the top of the head!

"No—!" He Dabiao roared in despair, crossing his arms to block!

"Bang!"

Both arms were broken, and his head was slammed into the ground with tremendous force!

Blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his consciousness was blurred, but he still struggled to lift his head, his eyes full of regret: "I...I was wrong...I shouldn't have underestimated you."

"I only acted against Lin Xiaochun because I was misled by Sun Li. He was the real instigator and the most hypocritical villain."

Song Jing bent down, his face turning cold.

He then kicked He Dabiao away, sending him crashing heavily into a large tree.

With a loud crash, he fell to the ground, coughing up blood, barely clinging to life.

He Dabiao coughed up blood, his voice weak, and his last words were unintelligible.

Song Jing's blood froze instantly, then boiled!

"Sun—Li—!"

"It really was that despicable man!" He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with murderous intent!

He stepped on He Dabiao's heart and lungs, and his entire body seemed to collapse, with blood gushing out.

Before he could finish speaking, He Dabiao's head lolled to the side, and he died.

At this moment, he thought of Uncle Zhao and his son, whom they had killed, as well as the forced monkey, Fatty Xiao Chan, the ignorant girls who had been sold, and the millions of villagers who had been oppressed by them.

Today, I can finally say that I have rid the people of a scourge.