Chapter 703

He stopped, breathing rapidly, sweat dripping from his forehead, but his face was full of satisfaction and excitement.

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The audience looked at him with amazed eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

And the Abbot stood silently on the side, watching Fang Yang.

He sighed softly.

"I am truly old."

The Abbot's voice was low and tired; the sharpness of his youth had gradually disappeared.

Fang Yang walked to the Abbot's side and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Master, you have already passed on all your knowledge to me. I am just using what I have learned to perform this palm technique."

"You did very well."

The Abbot turned to look at Fang Yang.

"Although I have never seen a disciple who practices palm techniques with such devotion like you."

Fang Yang answered with a smile.

"This is because I am full of love for this palm technique. Master, you have never treated me unfairly. Every teaching has benefited me a lot."

The two communicated with each other, and the deep master-apprentice relationship revealed in their eyes made people feel it.

Fang Yang realized that his strength had surpassed the Abbot.

But he never had a trace of pride, only gratitude and reverence for his master.

The Abbot patted Fang Yang on the shoulder.

"You have already surpassed me. In the future, you will become the Abbot and lead our Shaolin Temple to brilliance."

Fang Yang bowed his head, responding with full respect.

"Master, I will work hard."

Fang Yang took the remaining palm techniques handed to him by the Abbot and smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with persistence and desire.

He looked at those palm techniques; every move contained the Abbot's hard work and wisdom over the years.

It was like a secret manual that opened the door to a brand new world.

The atmosphere in the scene became heavy and solemn.

The Abbot looked at Fang Yang quietly and said earnestly.

"You will become stronger and stronger; practice well."

His tone revealed expectations and trust in Fang Yang.

After saying this, he turned and left.

Fang Yang stood in place quietly, his heart full of emotion and a sense of responsibility.

He felt the heavy pressure and sense of mission on his body.

He understood that he had obtained an extremely precious opportunity, and at the same time understood the responsibility and difficulties brought by this opportunity.

Turning to look at Li Zhou standing on the side, he asked.

"Was I too high-profile?"

Li Zhou answered with a smile.

"Not wrong, but this is exactly the process of your growth."

He deeply understood the pride and challenges that a genius could not avoid on the road of growth.

Li Zhou never felt that Fang Yang's high-profile was an arrogance; instead, he saw Fang Yang's firm determination and strength from it.

Fang Yang couldn't help but smile wryly; although he had surpassed the Abbot, he also felt more pressure.

He understood that only by practicing palm techniques harder could he fulfill his responsibility as a disciple.

He swore to himself not to live up to his master's expectations.

Fang Yang stood on the martial arts field, his aura fierce and steady.

He used the palm techniques the Abbot had just taught him with superb skill.

Displaying his strength with incomparably proficient movements.

At the same time, in the online live streaming room, the barrage scrolled fast like raindrops.

Netizens also launched a series of mockery and criticism upon seeing this.

"Fang Yang is finished, he hit the Abbot's confidence."

"And he has the nerve to call himself a genius?"

These barrages were meaningful; they seemed insignificant, but they hit Fang Yang's heart heavily.

However, he was not shaken by the outside questioning at all.

On the contrary, he devoted himself to his practice even more focused.

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He closed his eyes, his mind moved, and his whole body seemed to turn into lightning.

Whether it was fist techniques or palm techniques, after years of hard practice.

They had become his body's instinctive reactions.

Every punch and every palm strike contained infinite power and passion.

Fang Yang performed those amazing moves with calm and exquisite techniques, completely overriding the mockery of the outside world.

Although he and the netizens did not have actual interaction, and even never met.

But Fang Yang knew that every one of his performances was responding to these barrages.

He proved his strength with his own actions.

Looking up at the sky, the sun had gradually set.

Under the sunset, it set off the confidence and firmness radiating from Fang Yang.

Whether success or failure, he would face it with the most real attitude.

Time passed minute by minute, and the people on the field were shocked by his unparalleled strength.

Words of amazement and admiration gradually appeared in the barrage.

"Genius!"

"Amazing!"

"Worthy of being Fang Yang!"

Fang Yang still did not stop; he was not carried away by these praises.

He knew that only hard practice was the only way to make progress.

After a long period of hard training, Fang Yang's palm and fist techniques had reached the realm of perfection.

Every one of his moves and styles was smooth and accurate.

Whether waving his fists or performing palm techniques, his body seemed to integrate the energy between heaven and earth.

Every movement carried infinite power.

Fang Yang stood on the martial arts field, his aura fierce and steady.

He used the palm techniques the Abbot had just taught him with superb skill.

Displaying his strength with incomparably proficient movements.

After the practice, Fang Yang and Li Zhou went back to rest together.

They walked home in silence, each immersed in their own world.

Fang Yang felt his growth and progress, and Li Zhou could also see his changes.

Fang Yang and Li Zhou walked home together; night had fallen, and the stars were dotted.

In the silence, Fang Yang couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

He felt that his performance just now might have been too high-profile.

After all, he was the Abbot's direct disciple, and showing his strength on the martial arts field didn't seem to need to be so bold.

He wanted to know what Li Zhou thought about this.

Fang Yang stopped and looked at Li Zhou.

"Li Zhou, was I too high-profile just now? Maybe I should be more low-key?"

Li Zhou looked up at Fang Yang and smiled.

"Fang Yang, your performance just now was indeed eye-catching. But I don't think it's wrong."

"The strength you displayed on the martial arts field can completely let others see your efforts and results."