Chapter 689

Comments on the bullet screen swiped the screen one after another, and friends' reactions were also varied.

Fang Yang felt the pressure, but he was not affected by negative emotions.

He knew this was a challenge and an opportunity to show his abilities.

Fang Yang stood still again, looking forward with focused eyes.

The whole scene fell silent, and everyone focused on him. To prepare to become a qualified martial artist, Fang Yang decided to find a well-known martial artist to learn from.

He contacted a certain famous martial artist through connections and made an appointment to go and apprentice.

Fang Yang came to the martial artist's dojo and stood quietly at the door of the martial artist's dojo.

Gazing at the middle-aged man in white robes, he was immersed in the realm of practicing fist techniques.

Every move and style carried a unique charm, smooth and powerful.

Fang Yang praised secretly in his heart; this martial artist looked truly extraordinary.

Fang Yang walked into the dojo; although his heart was full of expectations, he also felt an indescribable pressure.

He knew it was not easy to learn to become a qualified martial artist.

Therefore, before going to apprentice, he transferred and contacted this famous martial artist.

"Sir, please take me as your apprentice."

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Fang Yang saluted respectfully.

The martial artist stopped his movements and stared at Fang Yang for a moment.

He didn't speak, just observed the aura flowing from Fang Yang silently.

Afterward, he nodded and signaled for Fang Yang to stand up.

"I see you have a unique persistence and desire for martial arts, and I am willing to take you as an apprentice. But learning in my sect is not an easy task."

The martial artist said earnestly.

Fang Yang felt the serious and majestic aura on the martial artist.

He deeply realized that the path he was about to step on was full of hardships and challenges.

However, this was exactly what he wanted. Fang Yang nodded solemnly, expressing his determination.

From then on, Fang Yang began a hard and arduous learning life.

Every morning, he would arrive at the dojo on time to train in basic skills.

Fang Yang understood that there were no shortcuts in martial arts; only persistence could lead to continuous progress. After several months of hard training, Fang Yang gradually mastered some basic martial arts skills and made some small progress.

He felt his body becoming more flexible, and his strength had also increased.

Under the guidance of the martial artist, he learned some wonderful moves, making himself more agile and powerful.

Not long after, as a competition approached, Fang Yang prepared confidently.

The competition was jointly organized by several sects, with talents from all sides gathering, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The audience shouted excitedly, looking forward to the wonderful duel.

Before the competition started, Fang Yang stood on the stage adjusting his breathing, his whole body revealing confidence.

He leaped up, showing an amazing high-altitude rotation action in the air, suspended for a moment with his flexible body, and then landed easily.

The audience couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.

Li Zhou looked at him and nodded in admiration: "Brother Fang Yang is truly amazing."

After the competition officially started, Fang Yang quickly entered the state.

His movements were agile, every move was full of power, showing his talent and strength in martial arts.

The audience was attracted by his performance, making a wave of exclamations.

However, Fang Yang soon faced a dilemma.

His opponent's strength far exceeded his own, and his moves were exquisite and ruthless.

Although Fang Yang tried his best, he still couldn't resist the opponent's attack.

The opponent attacked his flaws like a shadow, and Fang Yang fell into a passive position.

The competition entered the final stage; Fang Yang was beaten back by the opponent and finally fell to the ground. Fang Yang fell to the ground, exhausted in body and mind; he felt as if his strength had been drained.

He couldn't accept failure, and even more couldn't accept that the opponent's strength far exceeded his own.

Doubts and confusion surged into his heart; he began to doubt whether he was really suitable to become a martial artist.

In the days after the competition ended, Fang Yang sat alone in the center of the dojo, thinking in a quiet environment.

He recalled the scene where he tried his best in the competition but still lost to his opponent, his heart full of struggle and confusion.

He tried hard to find the answer, trying to overcome the doubts deep in his heart.

Suddenly, the martial artist walked near Fang Yang and stared at him silently.

The martial artist was an elderly person with a face full of wind and frost, but his eyes revealed a trace of warmth and understanding.

Fang Yang looked up and saw the martial artist looking at him with a smile.

The martial artist spoke slowly.

"Your failure does not mean you are not suitable to become a martial artist. Everyone will encounter setbacks and difficulties."

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"The key is how to learn from it and persist. You can go to the Shaolin Temple to see; that is the origin of martial arts."

His voice was full of deep meaning.

Fang Yang's heart shook; he understood the martial artist's words.

Drawing experience and lessons from failure, and persistently pursuing goals, this is the quality a true martial artist should have.

Suddenly, a determination surged into Fang Yang's heart.

He decided to continue working hard, find his own path, and move toward higher goals.

"Thank you for your guidance," Fang Yang thanked the martial artist solemnly.

Then, he decided to go to the Shaolin Temple—the legendary origin of martial arts. Li Zhou asked Fang Yang what he was going to do now.

"Li Zhou, do you know? I made a wish when I was a child, and that is to become a truly powerful martial artist."

"Martial arts to me is not just a skill, but a spiritual pursuit."

"I want to master the power of my body and will, to challenge limits, and transcend myself."

"Failing in the competition made me realize my shortcomings, but it also made me more determined in this wish."

Fang Yang stared at Li Zhou tightly, his eyes revealing the passion and determination deep in his heart.

Li Zhou listened quietly, feeling Fang Yang's burning passion.

"Going to the Shaolin Temple to me is not only an opportunity to obtain higher-level martial arts, but also a journey to explore the true meaning of the heart."

"There, I can learn traditional martial arts philosophy and the way of practice."

"The Shaolin Temple represents the origin of martial arts; I believe only by experiencing it personally can I truly draw wisdom and strength from it."

Fang Yang's voice seemed to carry an infinite power, full of longing for the future.

Li Zhou stared at him, then nodded slowly.

Fang Yang took a deep breath, feeling the boiling and burning enthusiasm in his heart.

"Thank you, Li Zhou."

The two clenched their fists, determined and full of resolution, leaving the dojo under the sunset glow.

Fang Yang, with excitement and expectation, set off for the Shaolin Temple early the next morning. Early the next morning, Fang Yang and Li Zhou left the

They bumped along the way, crossing dense mountain forests, accompanied by the rustling sound of the wind and the cheerful singing of birds.

When they finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple, a solemn and sacred atmosphere rushed toward them.

The towering temple was like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time, exuding an aura that made people feel awe.

Fang Yang clenched his fists tightly, watching the magnificent building standing in the mountains.

They entered the Shaolin Temple, and after some inquiries, they finally found where the Abbot was.

Fang Yang's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he stopped in front of the door.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked in.

The Abbot sat upright on a high dharma seat, his gaze steady and looking into the distance.

When Fang Yang walked into the hall, the Abbot slowly turned his head to look at him and smiled.

"Is the young hero here to practice martial arts?"

After standing still, Fang Yang respectfully bowed to the Abbot, his gaze firm and solemn.

"Exactly. My name is Fang Yang, from Nanjing, carrying a sincere heart for martial arts."