Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Although most of the disciples of Zhuifeng Martial Arts School did not think highly of Song Jing, they still held their breath.

Third Senior Sister Lin Wan'er asked with some curiosity and worry, "Can Junior Brother Song withstand this attack?"

Zhou Xingyun, however, was full of confidence: "Wang Hu is nothing but a flick of the finger; I can destroy him. Junior Brother Song can play with him for a bit, and this practice will allow him to see the difference in skill between the two of us!"

This matter is crucial to Zhuo Bufan's situation at the martial arts school; failure would only worsen the situation.

So he quickly asked Zhou Xingyun, "Junior Brother Zhou, you seem so confident. Could it be that Junior Brother Song has some hidden trump card?"

Zhou Xingyun simply smiled faintly: "Senior brother, you'll find out as you read on."

Junior Brother Song will certainly not disappoint the Master and Senior Brother.

But this was the moment Song Jing had been waiting for.

His eyes were fixed on Wang Hu's right knee—when his legs were locked in a tight grip at their highest point, his right knee could not fully extend and was half an inch lower than his left knee!

The trajectory of the force application has slightly deviated!

The flaws have been completely exposed!

Song Jing took a deep breath and pushed the Golden Bell Cover technique to its limit, its golden light like armor.

At the same time, he stepped back half a step with his left foot and gathered power in his right leg—the final move of the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique": "Startling Swan"!

It's not about being fast, it's about being accurate to the millimeter.

It's not ruthless, but rather incredibly skillful.

He lashed out with his right leg like a whip, and just as Wang Hu's knees were about to come together, he precisely struck the inside of Wang Hu's right knee—the Yinlingquan acupoint!

This acupoint is an important point on the Foot Taiyin Spleen Meridian, and it governs the flexion and extension of the knee joint.

A severe blow can cause a meniscus tear, resulting in lifelong lameness.

But Song Jing only used 30% of his strength with his toes.

"puff!"

A muffled thud, like striking soft leather.

Wang Hu felt a numbness in his right knee, as if it had been pierced by an ice needle, and his entire leg instantly lost its strength.

At this moment, the force backfired, causing blood and qi to surge upwards, and blood to spill from the nostrils.

"Ugh—!"

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. His right leg trembled uncontrollably, but there was no sound of bones cracking or the feeling of tendons breaking.

Song Jing merely used acupressure to deflect the force, sealing off the opponent's power without destroying its root!

Otherwise, with that kick, Wang Hu would have been crippled and his foundation destroyed.

The outcome is decided.

The entire room fell silent.

The disciple who was chasing the wind stared wide-eyed—Senior Brother Zheng had only managed to hold out for fifteen rounds with all his might, yet Song Jing had defeated him within ten moves with precise acupoint strikes!

Wang Hu was panting heavily. He looked up at him, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief: "You... how did you know that I tend to use my right knee..."

Song Jing crouched down, his voice extremely low, so that only the two of them could hear him:

"Every time you land, your right heel should touch the ground first."

With each exertion of force, the right knee tucks in half an inch;

You can't hide habits formed over many years.

Wang Hu was struck dumb – this person had seen through his power generation characteristics in just a few moves!

Song Jing stood up and said loudly, "You lost."

Then, he looked at Wang Hu, who was lying on the ground, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"You just said... to let me off the hook for the sake of my elder brother and sister-in-law?"

Don't worry, I won't kill you or cripple you later.

Just consider it giving my elder brother and sister-in-law some face.

They will only retaliate in kind.

After all, his older brother had helped him so many times, his sister-in-law couldn't possibly be unaware of it. She was just mean-spirited, but not a bad person.

Wang Hu is now serving his own master, and his crime doesn't warrant this. He was ruthless enough not to destroy anyone's foundation.

Violating the rules and breaching martial ethics by forcibly making an enemy of Duan Yue Martial Arts School is neither a wise move nor Song Jing's original intention.

These words caused an uproar in the room!

But it's obvious to everyone with discerning eyes—

He could have crippled your right knee, leaving you lame for life;

However, he only sealed the acupoints to deflect the force, then kicked the person away, severely injuring them as a warning.

How is this a threat?

This is the greatest mercy!

Xiao Miechen narrowed his eyes, alarm bells ringing in his mind: "This kid is indeed powerful in the Bullhide Realm, and his eyesight is even sharper..."

However, the gap in skill level is like an insurmountable chasm. Now I am focused on advancing to the martial arts exam, and this person does not even meet the application requirements, so he is not worth worrying about.

If given a few more years to grow, he might actually become a threat to my position.

Unfortunately, I had already joined a sect by then.

Wang Shilong's eyes gleamed: "This kid's strength is probably unmatched in the Bullhide Realm."

If he were to reach the Iron Skin Realm, even I wouldn't dare say I could definitely defeat him. But right now he's only at the Bull Skin Realm, so he's still a bit too inexperienced.

This is getting interesting; it seems we'll have a new and intriguing opponent coming up!

Cheng Xiangdong felt a chill run down his spine. He found his senior brother Xiao Miechen and whispered his thoughts: "Someone in the black market is buying the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique. Junior brother suspects it might be him."

At the time, people laughed at him for being a fool. If he really was that person, what if he had mastered the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique?

Those who laughed were the real fools, the biggest fools of all!

Xiao Miechen replied with a disdainful look: "Junior brother is overthinking it. Even the brilliant senior brother back then couldn't master this technique, let alone him. Junior brother is being a bit paranoid!"

And you also said that if he really mastered the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, then his strength would indeed be unparalleled in the Bull-Skin Realm.

But in recent years, we've almost never heard of anyone with such talent in Xiushui!

Cheng Xiangdong recalled the man's elegant demeanor and composure in the black market, and felt a vague unease: what if that were really the case?

This person is incredibly strong, and his talent is even more terrifying!

That's absolutely appalling!

Xiao Miechen continued to explain: "The Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is not so easy to master. The incomplete manual has been lost for ten years and no one has been able to master it. Even if he had mastered a body-strengthening technique like the Golden Bell Cover, it would have been impossible."

However, since ancient times, and even in recent years, countless people have developed the Golden Bell Shield.

However, the difficulty of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is incomparable, and it is also an incomplete version. Many people have wasted their time and effort, and some have even caused accidents and destroyed their foundation.

He'll only be wasting his energy and time if he buys something better, and might even go astray.

Cheng Xiangdong nodded in agreement, "Senior brother is right. Junior brother has been overthinking it. Besides, it might not be the same person."

On the high platform, Li Wei's sneer deepened, with a hint of amusement as he watched the show: "You've hidden it well... Is this your trump card? The Golden Bell Shield, somewhat unexpected."

However, if one only studies superficially and doesn't master the subject, one will ultimately remain mediocre.

"Without perfecting the techniques, how can one quickly develop Ming Jin (manifested strength) and break through barriers to higher realms?"

Senior Brother Li Wei would never know that Song Jing possesses the divine reward for diligence, and there is no cultivation technique he cannot perfect.

Children make choices; adults want to have it all. A balanced approach is the best choice.

Song Jingzhi did not kill anyone, and even did not cripple Wang Hu of the Yue Martial Arts School; he stopped when he had just touched him.

Because this competition was primarily for friendly sparring, and the opponent adhered to martial ethics, everything was within the rules.

Song Jing couldn't ignore the rules and cause trouble for Zhuifeng Martial Arts School, or offend Duanyue Martial Arts School to the death.

It could even bring disaster upon oneself, pleasing neither side, offending the old master and being targeted by the Duan Yue Martial Arts School.

At this moment, however, he turned around, faced the crowd of Chasing Wind Martial Arts School, and said loudly:

"Today's battle is not for personal grudges."

"Just to prove that the Wind Chaser Kick Technique is no less powerful than the Mountain Breaker Fist Technique!"

The Wind Chaser Martial Arts School will not tolerate any disrespect!

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu felt even more ashamed. He had heard about him from his sister before, but he was just an ordinary martial arts school disciple.

He had never taken it seriously before, always hearing about it from a superior's perspective.

Even today, I am still impressed by his demeanor, magnanimity, and the martial spirit he possesses.

The wind whips the battle flags, making them flutter loudly.

A victory, won cleanly and decisively;

A sense of restraint is the foundation of martial virtue.

But the real undercurrents have already begun to surge.

A bell rang slowly, and the inner door of the Chasing Wind Martial Arts Hall suddenly opened.

A figure in white robes slowly entered, his beard and hair slightly white, his eyes as deep as an abyss.