Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind swirled withered leaves through the narrow alley, as if foreshadowing an impending bloodshed.

Song Jing walked slowly, when suddenly he felt the air freeze—the killing intent was like a needle, piercing to the bone!

He instinctively turned to the side—

"boom!"

A dark figure pounced out like a tiger, sweeping his right leg horizontally. The force of the wind was like a knife, splitting the blue brick wall behind him with spiderweb-like cracks! Shards flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and a wooden barrel in the corner shattered, splashing water in all directions.

"Late stage of Iron Skin Realm!" Song Jing's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly retreated three zhang, using the faint moonlight to make out the person who had approached—

Qiu Daxuan! Vice Leader of the Black Tiger Gang, late-stage Iron Skin Realm!

"Song Jing!" Qiu Daxuan's eyes were bloodshot, his voice like the grinding of sand, "You killed my cousin He Dabiao, today, I will make you pay for this in blood!"

As soon as he stepped on the ground, his figure rushed forward, his right fist like a tiger's mouth, the wind of the fist whistling. It was the Black Tiger Gang's ultimate technique - Black Tiger Fist. Judging from its appearance and power, it had probably reached the minor mastery level!

Before the punch even landed, the force of the wind made Song Jing's breath catch in his throat!

"I can't take this head-on!" Song Jing's mind raced, and he instantly activated the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique"!

"Treading on the Swallow!"

With a light touch of his toes, he moved like a swallow skimming the water, nimbly dodging the punch and narrowly passing the wall, but the corner of his clothes was torn by the force of the punch!

"You've got some skill!" Qiu Daxuan sneered, turned around and pounced again, unleashing a barrage of punches like a tiger descending a mountain, each blow aimed at vital points!

Song Jing dodged left and right, relying on the agility of the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique" to maneuver around, but the gap in their levels was too great. Several times he was in danger, his arms and ribs were grazed by the wind of the fists, and his skin was torn and his flesh was torn!

"We can't delay any longer!" Song Jing gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and unleashed the full power of the Wind and Thunder Leg Technique!

"Wind Step!"

He suddenly accelerated, sweeping across the ground like the wind, instantly widening the distance!

"Thunder Kick!"

His right leg rose high, and with a powerful gust of wind, he kicked out with a thunderous roar!

"boom!"

Qiu Daxuan hastily blocked the attack, his arms trembled violently, he staggered back three steps, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!

"You...you actually possess the power of the Iron Skin Realm?!" He was shocked.

Song Jing did not answer, but pressed his advantage and used the "Chasing Wind Leg Technique" and "Wind and Thunder Leg Technique" alternately!

However, there was nothing awkward about it; the transitions between the techniques were very smooth, and the moves were executed as fluidly as flowing water, catching Qiu Daxuan off guard and leaving him struggling to defend himself.

"The flow has stopped!"

With a sweeping left leg, the force was like a knife, forcing Qiu Daxuan to dodge to the side!

"A fleeting glimpse!"

Taking advantage of the momentum, Song Jing rushed forward, his figure like a blur, closing in instantly!

"Wind and Thunder Combined Attack!"

His right leg struck like a thunderclap, while his left leg swept out like a whirlwind. With both legs striking simultaneously, the combined force increased the power by 30%!

"boom--!"

Qiu Daxuan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest. He groaned and flew backward, crashing into a wooden stake and spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Impossible!" he roared, struggling to his feet. "You're just a Great Perfection of the Bullhide Realm, how could you possibly hurt me!"

He clenched his fists, his blood surging, and pounced again, his punches even more ferocious, like a black tiger roaring, the wind from his punches like waves!

Song Jing's eyes turned cold, and the Golden Bell Shield activated instantly!

"Buzz—"

His bronze skin glowed with a faint golden light; his skin was as hard as iron, and his bones as strong as steel!

"Bang!"

A Black Tiger Fist struck Song Jing in the chest, causing him to stagger and stagger back a few steps!

"Golden Bell Shield, withstand it!"

"What?!" Qiu Daxuan's pupils shrank sharply.

Song Jing's lips curled into a smile as he wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and uttered a low growl: "Jinghong!"

His right leg swept down with a thunderous crash, like a startled swan skimming the water!

"boom!"

A strong wind, like thunder, pierced straight through his shoulder blades!

"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking was clearly audible!

Qiu Daxuan staggered and fell to the ground, his right arm was useless, his blood and qi surged, and he could no longer stand up.

Song Jing was panting heavily, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes were sharp as knives as he slowly stepped forward.

He knew that he had to strike decisively, or else trouble would ensue!

"Wind Step! Shadow Step! Flow Breaker! Startling Glance! Wind and Thunder Combined Strike!"

He unleashed all his techniques in quick succession, his leg movements like a storm, his gusts of wind like thunder, his speed, power, defense, and rhythm all maxed out!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The five consecutive attacks, like a storm, left Qiu Daxuan with no chance to fight back!

The final blow—

"A Stunning Swan - Thunder and Lightning Break!"

His right leg struck down like a thunderbolt, hitting him squarely on the top of his head!

"Snap!"

His head exploded, his brains splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot!

The whole thing took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Who would have thought that someone at the Bull Skin Realm would turn the tables and kill someone at the late Iron Skin Realm!

Song Jing collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his body completely exhausted, yet his eyes burned with intense passion.

He forced himself to sit up, searched the body, and pulled out a large stack of silver notes.

"There are five... a total of five hundred taels of silver notes?" He stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "And there are seven or eight ten-tael silver notes as well."

What made his heart skip a beat was a bronze token engraved with the four characters "Unimpeded Passage".

"I've struck gold!" Song Jing's lips curled up. "Five hundred taels! I used to only have two molting pills, but now I can buy five!"

The Ironclad Realm is right before our eyes!

He had just finished tidying up when, unfortunately, he couldn't find the Black Tiger Fist technique he used; that technique was quite good.

He searched the bag many times, but it wasn't on him. It seemed he hadn't brought it with him when he came.

It seems that He Dabiao, relatively speaking, lacks the talent to comprehend the Black Tiger Fist, and his practice of the Golden Bell Cover technique is just a haphazard exercise.

Suddenly, a startled cry came from behind:

"Junior Brother Song!"

Zhou Xingyun had appeared at the alley entrance unnoticed, his aura of the Copper Skin Realm pressing down like a mountain. His gaze swept across the battlefield—

The ground was littered with rubble and bloodstains. Qiu Daxuan's body lay on the ground, his head shattered, a gruesome sight.

He looked at Song Jing—his body was covered in wounds and his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes were like a tiger unleashed from its cage, and his aura was subtly overwhelming!

"You...you killed Qiu Daxuan?!" Zhou Xingyun's voice trembled. "Qiu Daxuan, a late-stage Iron Skin Realm cultivator?!"

He strode forward, crouched down to examine the corpse, and after confirming it was him, suddenly looked up, speechless with shock: "You...you're only at the 'Bullhide Realm'! He's a veteran expert who could exchange more than ten blows with me! How...how did you do that?!"

After catching his breath, Song Jing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Senior brother... have you forgotten? Didn't I buy a copy of 'Wind and Thunder Leg Technique' on the black market before?"

"I... have managed to get accepted into the sect by sheer luck."

"This leg technique is indeed powerful. It can temporarily stimulate my blood and qi, giving me the strength of the mid-stage Iron Skin Realm."

He looked up, his gaze calm: "Although Qiu Daxuan is strong, he is old and his qi and blood are declining. He is just a late-stage Iron Skin cultivator who is barely clinging to life. He is probably only 30 or 40% stronger than Senior Sister Lin."

"If you run into me, getting killed is pretty normal, isn't it?"

Zhou Xingyun was struck dumb, standing there frozen in place.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and laughed: "This is the same old, ruined technique from the black market last time. How come you've already mastered it when the technique is so difficult to cultivate!"

I knew something was off about our last sparring match!

I understand! I understand everything!

"I knew it! Last time you sparred with Senior Sister Lin, you were definitely holding back! You could have defeated her in fifty moves! But you went on for three hundred! You were acting! Just trying to make her happy!"

He stared at Song Jing, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "You're going easy on her, you're letting her win, you don't want to embarrass him, right?"

Song Jing remained silent, only smiling.

Zhou Xingyun shook his head, his tone shifting from shock to admiration: "You...you're not only strong, but you're also incredibly skilled! A mere Bull-Skin Realm cultivator killing an Iron-Skin Realm cultivator, and doing it so decisively!"

He sighed deeply: "I originally thought you were exceptionally talented, but your strength might still be a bit lacking compared to Zhang Wu."

Now it seems—you are nothing but a lurking tiger, and even Zhang Wu is probably no match for you!

He suddenly became serious: "Junior Brother Song, if you enter the Copper Skin Realm, you will definitely achieve a good ranking in the martial arts examination in the future."

"The Wind Chaser Martial Arts School can truly be proud of you."

Song Jing shook his head: "Senior brother, you flatter me. Without your guidance and help, I would never forget your gratitude."

Without him, my junior brother would not have achieved what he has today. The person my junior brother is most grateful to is my senior brother.

"Without a senior brother, the junior brother would not be where he is today."

He carefully put away the silver notes and tokens, then looked up at the sky: "This battle wasn't because I was strong, but because my life wasn't meant to end."

Zhou Xingyun watched his retreating figure, his heart filled with unsettling emotions.

He knew that this junior brother was no longer the unknown person he was when he first entered the martial arts school.

He is tearing open the iron curtain of this world with blood and fire.