Chapter 695

Every fist and every style was as natural and precise as flowing water.

The audience was intoxicated by his skillful and extraordinary performance.

"Too amazing! Such superb martial arts are simply admirable!"

"It seems that the Shaolin Temple has truly cultivated a genius disciple!"

Accompanied by constant applause and praise, Fang Yang could feel that his efforts had been affirmed and recognized by the audience.

His heart was full of gratitude.

The Abbot looked at Fang Yang's confident smile and also felt satisfied with the opportunity and support he had provided.

He smiled and said: "Good! You should practice here for a while longer."

Then he turned and left to teach other disciples.

Fang Yang nodded to indicate, preparing to devote himself to cultivation again.

Although he had already achieved success, he still did not relax in the slightest in his heart.

He understood that only by constantly working hard could he maintain progress. Fang Yang focused on practicing the Arhat Fist; his figure flashed on the open space, and every strike was as natural and precise as flowing water.

He was completely immersed in the integration with the Arhat Fist, feeling the power and momentum brought by every strike.

A large number of encouraging barrages emerged on the screen, and fans cheered for Fang Yang one after another.

"Come on! Fang Yang! You are the best!"

"You are the hero in our hearts!"

"No matter what difficulties he encounters, Fang Yang can always find a solution! We believe in you!"

These barrages gave Fang Yang great motivation and encouragement, making him more determined in his resolve to cultivate martial arts.

He felt the attention and support from his fans and felt very warm and flattered.

Li Zhou stood on the side observing silently; watching Fang Yang enter the state with focus, he couldn't help but feel sincere admiration for him.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength, and devoted himself to cultivation again.

Every strike was more powerful, and every footwork was more accurate.

Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, leaving only Fang Yang's figure sweating on the field and the scrolling barrage on the screen.

He could feel that he was constantly making progress, and with every strike, he gradually realized deeper mysteries.

"Cheer for him! Let us witness Fang Yang's breakthrough!"

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"Fang Yang is invincible!"

Encouraging and expectant words emerged in the barrage.

Under the gaze of the audience, Fang Yang continued to perform his Arhat Fist.

Every strike brought endless power, and every footwork was more flexible and agile.

He poured all his energy and efforts into pursuing a more perfect performance at every moment.

Applause and praise emerged on the barrage.

"Too amazing! Fang Yang, you are getting stronger and stronger!"

"Keep fighting! We believe you will have a greater breakthrough!"

"Fang Yang is the most dazzling star disciple of the Shaolin Temple! Just as Fang Yang was practicing the Arhat Fist with full focus, the Abbot suddenly appeared beside him.

He looked at Fang Yang with a smile, his eyes revealing appreciation and expectation.

"Fang Yang, let me see your current level."

The Abbot requested.

Fang Yang stood up straight without hesitation, facing the Abbot's gaze with confidence and calmness.

He gathered his internal energy, and a set of Arhat Fist unfolded like flowing water; every movement appeared flawless.

He displayed all his strength and potential, doing his best in this small demonstration.

The audience held their breath, watching the exquisite and gorgeous moves on the field.

The barrage was full of expectations and praise.

"Fang Yang is too amazing!"

"What an amazing Arhat Fist!"

"The Abbot will be impressed by him, right!"

Heavy moves were performed one after another; every strike brought endless power, and every footwork was more flexible and agile.

Fang Yang jumped on the field with full focus; he poured all his energy and efforts into pursuing a more perfect performance at every moment.

The Abbot stared at every movement and move of Fang Yang without blinking.

A look of gratification flashed in his eyes; this young man had already exceeded his original expectations.

Inadvertently, a sense of pride arose in his heart. Fang Yang performed the Arhat Fist with a vigorous posture, and every one of his movements accurately displayed his superb skills.

His body was flexible and free, and every punch and kick brought endless power. The entire audience was dumbfounded by his performance.

In the center of the field, the Abbot stared at Fang Yang without blinking.

He looked at the strength and potential displayed by the young man, and his heart was full of appreciation and love for talent.

The Abbot nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that infinite potential and talent were hidden in this young man.

The Abbot decided to continue cultivating Fang Yang's skills so that he could make a name for himself in the martial arts world. After Fang Yang retracted his fists, he smiled slightly. He moved his gaze away from the Abbot and noticed that the barrage in front of the screen had already flooded the screen.

Some netizens sent exclamation marks.

"Too perverted! Fang Yang is simply a monster!"

Others expressed their admiration for him.

"This man is too powerful! Definitely a master!"

Various exclamations surged like a tide on the barrage, highlighting the audience's high recognition of Fang Yang's kung fu strength.

Fang Yang looked at the comments on the screen with some surprise, and a sense of pride couldn't help but surge in his heart.

He didn't expect his performance to cause such a sensation.

The barrage on the screen flickered constantly, and netizens scrambled to leave messages with excitement and praise.

"This is the best Arhat Fist I have ever seen!"

"Amazing! Simply invincible!"

"Senior Brother Fang Yang, please accept my knees!"

For a time, the barrage on the screen flashed like meteors, and there was a chorus of praise.

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"This is just the beginning." Fang Yang decided secretly.

Now he understood that he didn't just participate in the competition to show his strength.

He wanted to use his performance to change people's views on martial arts and let more people understand this ancient and great art. The Abbot's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he couldn't wait to take Fang Yang to other disciples. Fang Yang stood in front of the disciples, preparing to display more martial arts techniques.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and completely relaxed his body.

With a deep breath, Fang Yang opened his eyes, and a faint aura radiated from him.

He took a step forward, clenched his right fist, and pushed it forward.

This push seemed to transmit a force of a thousand catties.

"Arhat Fist!"

Other disciples exclaimed one after another.

Fang Yang's body movements perfectly matched this fist technique, and every movement appeared precise and smooth.

His body seemed to be integrated into the Arhat Fist, and every movement was full of power and strength.

The onlookers discussed one after another.

"Look at the force and speed of that punch from Fang Yang; it's not inferior to a master-level martial artist at all!"

Li Zhou said excitedly.

Other disciples also praised it endlessly.

"That's right! The Arhat Fist he displayed is simply miraculous!"

"He might be born with such martial arts talent."

Someone speculated.

"Otherwise, how could he reach such a high level."

Everyone discussed Fang Yang's martial arts talent and the exquisiteness of the Arhat Fist he used.