Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

But Song Jing suddenly stopped halfway through his leg, his leg stopping half an inch in front of Li Ling Shuang's heart without making any contact. Yet the force of the wind made her clothes flutter and her hair fly!

The entire room fell silent.

Seeing this, Lin Wan'er felt relieved. She was so glad that her junior sister Ling Shuang was alright; she had been terrified.

However, Song Jing's mastery of the technique also reflects the high level of proficiency his junior brother had in the Chasing Wind Leg Technique!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to control the leg extension distance so precisely and to retract the leg at any time with such ease.

Li Ling Shuang stood frozen in place, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, her chest heaving violently.

I didn't lose my voice and scream "Ah! Ah! Ah!" out of fear.

Although she was a woman, she was strong-willed throughout her life.

She lost.

It wasn't that we were defeated by strength, nor by our level of skill, but rather by our understanding and application of the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique."

She has practiced the Chasing Wind Leg Technique for many years, but she has always remained at the level of "form," and every move she makes is an imitation.

Song Jing, however, had touched upon something more fundamental—the wind is not speed, not power, but rhythm, breath, a pulsation in harmony with the heavens and earth.

When he is still, he is like a calm well; when he moves, he is like a swift wind sweeping across the fields. He is not chasing the wind, but rather seems to become the wind.

"I... lost." She spoke softly, her tone complex, containing resentment, shock, and even... a trace of respect.

Song Jing withdrew his fist, and Ping Jing said, "Senior Sister's leg techniques are quite skillful. If she could grasp even a trace of the true essence, she would surely achieve minor success."

Li Ling Shuang bowed and thanked him, saying, "Junior brother, your words are somewhat insincere. However, after this training, I have indeed gained a deeper understanding of the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, especially its charm, instead of being as intoxicated by its lifeless rigidity as before."

My junior brother opened another door to martial arts for me, and my senior sister seems to have gained some insight into the Wind Chasing Leg Technique. Her previous bottleneck has loosened, and she's not far from achieving minor mastery of the Wind Chasing Leg Technique.

"Then I, junior brother, wish senior sister even greater success in her cultivation."

The three bystanders were all shocked.

Lin Wan'er stared at Song Jing, her eyes filled with amazement: "He was hiding his true abilities so well... He's at the Forging Skin Realm, yet he can still overpower someone at the Iron Skin Realm..."

The second senior brother murmured, "This isn't just talent, it's monstrous. If he had entered the martial arts school earlier, he would have become the number one rising star within three years, and in a few more years, he might even be able to compete for a spot in the school's championship!"

Zhou Xingyun smiled, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Good lad... no wonder he dared to accept three bottles of Crispy Skin Ointment. He wasn't after the money, he was testing just how strong he really was."

A night breeze swept by, and Song Jing stood in the field, his clothes fluttering lightly, as if the battle just now was nothing more than ordinary training.

But everyone knows—

The Wind Chaser Martial Arts Academy is shrouded in mystery and unpredictability.

Li Ling Shuang looked down at her hands and felt for the first time—

The light she chased was perhaps never far away.

In a corner she had been ignoring, a gust of wind had already silently swept in.

Li Ling Shuang gazed at that ordinary figure, her heart surging with turbulent emotions—

Perhaps, the true genius is never the most dazzling one.

Instead, they are people who hone their skills quietly, and once unsheathed, their brilliance is fully revealed.

And she actually thought she was superior to him.

Now he has been severely humiliated and needs his junior brother's guidance to break through his cultivation technique.

Perhaps... she has long since fallen behind.

Song Jing stood in the center of the drill ground, the night breeze caressing his face and causing his clothes to flutter lightly.

Although the battle was short, it was like a fierce fire tempering a blade, burning away all the fog in his mind.

He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his internal energy and blood slowly circulated, and the Golden Bell Shield True Power seeped into his skin, flesh, tendons and bones like a fine stream. His physique, which was at the mid-stage of the Bull Skin Realm, was already beginning to take shape.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, he had a better understanding of himself, and his future path was clearer.

I am not the same person I was yesterday.

Recalling his sparring with his sixth senior brother Zhou Xingyun a few months ago, he was blasted away by a move called "Severing Flow," and his chest felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

Although I wasn't seriously injured, I realized the difference between the two and it took me a whole night to recover my mental state.

At that time, he was still in the early stage of the Forging Skin Realm, while Senior Brother Zhou, although suppressing his realm to the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, was actually far more powerful than ordinary Iron Skin Realm cultivators. He was experienced, had shrewd moves, and was not comparable to ordinary Iron Skin Realm cultivators who had just entered the Iron Skin Realm.

If I had used my trump card, the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique, in that battle, I might not have been sent flying in one move.

But today, he defeated Li Ling Shuang, who was in the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm, with his Forged Skin Body. Although she had been practicing the Chasing Wind Leg Technique for longer than me, her skill level was not as high as mine.

Moreover, it never achieved even a small success, and since the technique was not fully developed, its power was greatly reduced, making it easy to suppress.

A slight thought stirred within him.

The Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is of a higher grade than the Wind Chaser. Once unleashed, the muscles and bones resonate, a powerful wind carries thunder, and both speed and power surge. In particular, the power burst receives a significant boost, making the power comparable to the early stage of the Iron Skin Realm.

If he goes all out and reveals his true trump card, he can hold his own for several moves even against a mid-stage Iron Skin Realm cultivator who has only achieved minor mastery of their skills, and might even have a slight chance of counter-suppression!

"I am now in the mid-stage of the Bull-Skin Realm, protected by the Golden Bell Shield, and my Wind Chasing Leg Technique is nearing completion. Although my Wind and Thunder Leg Technique is only at the beginner level, its potential is astonishing."

He estimated in his mind, "If I go all out, my combat power should be comparable to the mid-stage of the Iron Skin Realm when my cultivation technique is at its minor completion... It's almost the same as Senior Brother Zhou back then."

He opened his eyes, his gaze calm yet sharp.

The road ahead requires both looking up at the stars and keeping our feet on the ground.

At this moment, Li Ling Shuang stood on the sidelines, her face slightly flushed, a mixture of shame at defeat and the shock of a sobering realization that followed.

Looking at Song Jing, she realized that he was destined for greatness and was completely convinced of his abilities.

He whispered to Lin Wan'er, "Senior Sister... Ling Shuang is ashamed that she did not heed your advice and has indeed suffered a great loss."

I initially thought he was just an unknown figure diligently practicing his skills, but who knew... he was unfathomable.

Lin Wan'er smiled and gently patted her shoulder: "It's good that you're alright."

This kid, don't let his introverted and honest appearance fool you, he's actually quite cunning.

She lowered her voice, a hint of teasing in her tone: "Look at how he was acting all coy and hesitant just now, saying things like 'I still need to cultivate' and 'I'm not in the mood'—I could tell at a glance that he was just trying to raise the price, waiting for you to go up the bar!"

Li Ling Shuang was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "But when I said 'three bottles of crispy skin cream,' he immediately agreed..."

"You bet!" Lin Wan'er shook her head. "That kick just now really scared me to death! I thought he was really going to kick you in the chest; that would have made him a lecher!"

Li Ling Shuang said seriously, "Senior Sister, when martial artists spar, they inevitably attack vital points and probe for weaknesses."

Besides, it was I who took the initiative to challenge him; it wasn't Junior Brother Song's fault.

His ability to hold back at the end demonstrates the skill and demeanor of a master.

As she gazed at Song Jing's retreating figure, her tone held a hint of respect: "He is not a brute, but a true martial artist."

I admire Junior Brother Song's skill, but I admire his martial ethics even more.