Chapter 709

"Master Abbot, I admire you!"

Fang Yang felt the praise of the crowd and the excitement deep within his own heart.

He resolved to practice diligently and push this martial technique to its absolute limit.

He secretly swore that he would never let down the Abbot's expectations and teachings.

The Abbot's footsteps became increasingly swift and fierce; he pushed the Shadow-Following Leg technique to its peak.

Every move and stance carried an incomparable charm, highlighting his status as a master.

Slowly, through the Abbot's demonstration, the audience began to understand and grasp the essence of it.

These leg techniques were not just a martial skill; they could also play a huge role in actual combat.

Fang Yang watched the Abbot's every movement and every transition without blinking.

Although it was still difficult to fully grasp every move, he realized the infinite possibilities hidden behind this martial technique.

Li Zhou walked up to Fang Yang and asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure you can complete this leg technique?"

Fang Yang smiled indifferently.

"A piece of cake."

Hearing this, Li Zhou looked speechlessly at the posturing Fang Yang, secretly sighing in his heart that Fang Yang's self-confidence was excessive.

"This is not a piece of cake, Fang Yang."

Li Zhou said softly.

"This leg technique requires very high skill and physical fitness to complete. Are you sure you can handle it and successfully complete the task?"

Fang Yang glanced at Li Zhou and replied nonchalantly.

"Don't worry, I never do things I'm not sure about."

Li Zhou frowned slightly; he knew Fang Yang was very confident in his own strength, but this leg technique was no joke.

He quietly observed the fluidity and power displayed by the Abbot as he practiced every move and stance, his heart surging.

The Abbot's legs were slightly bent, his entire body's muscles tensed, flexible and powerful.

With a low shout, his body seemed to flash like lightning and sparks.

The Abbot's leg technique became even more fierce and sharp, his speed becoming lightning-fast.

Every one of his moves and stances was as continuous as flowing clouds and water, and incredibly precise.

His legs seemed capable of freely shuttling through space, giving people a feeling that it was impossible to avoid.

Li Zhou carried the camera, following closely behind the Abbot, not daring to slack off.

He had already felt the pressure, secretly thinking to himself that the Abbot was truly too formidable.

The lens captured every movement and detail, accurately recording the Abbot's ghostly, flickering figure.

The barrage of comments on the screen flew by rapidly.

"This is simply an immortal!"

"The Abbot truly lives up to his reputation!"

"My god! This speed is just too fast!"

The netizens were captivated by the Abbot's leg technique; the words of praise they blurted out were full of shock and admiration.

The Abbot perfectly completed the entire set of leg techniques, stopped in the middle of the field, and looked down proudly at the audience and Li Zhou.

Li Zhou walked forward, the camera trembling slightly. He admired the Abbot's ability more and more, and felt his own insignificance even more intensely.

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But at the same time, an upward impulse ignited in his heart.

"Abbot, you are too amazing!"

Li Zhou couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Your movement technique is simply incomparable."

Fang Yang smiled lightly and replied dismissively.

"This is only a small part of my strength."

"Too amazing!" Li Zhou stood beside the Abbot, carrying the camera, and looking at Fang Yang's panting appearance, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"This demonstration was truly too terrifying."

The Abbot smiled lightly and nonchalantly.

"A piece of cake."

His tone was flat, yet it revealed a sense of confidence and pride.

The scene returned to calm, and Fang Yang and Li Zhou returned to the empty theater.

Li Zhou looked at the footage still recording the demonstration on the camera, feeling deeply moved.

Fang Yang walked over after asking how the Abbot's comprehension of the Shadow-Following Leg was; he shook his head slightly, looking thoughtfully into the distance.

Fang Yang indicated.

"Almost there."

Although his voice was a bit tired, it still carried firmness.

The Abbot walked to Fang Yang's side, looked at him with a serious gaze, and asked with concern about his comprehension of the Shadow-Following Leg.

Fang Yang smiled slightly and said.

"I have already understood the essence of it and have fully mastered this technique."

The Abbot nodded, expressing satisfaction. He had long heard of Fang Yang's ability, but witnessing it with his own eyes now, he still felt gratified and satisfied.

From the beginning, he hadn't held high expectations for the Abbot; after all, such strange and advanced techniques were not something everyone could comprehend.

The barrage on the field flowed incessantly; when the netizens saw Fang Yang complete the Shadow-Following Leg, they sent out mocking words one after another.

"This guy is just putting on a show!"

"Hahaha! He can only mock others!"

Li Zhou frowned and said to the camera.

"Sigh... some people are just like this; they only become so mean because they are jealous of others."

He patted Fang Yang on the shoulder.

"Don't pay attention to them; you have already done things that many people cannot do."

Fang Yang smiled slightly and said nothing.

He was long accustomed to the mockery of the crowd; this little bit of wind and waves could not shake the confidence deep in his heart.

The Abbot signaled Li Zhou to prepare for the next training session.

Li Zhou felt a chill in his heart, nervously tapped the lens on the camera, and adjusted the focus to the center of the stage.

The netizens present also began to look forward to the next demonstration.

Then Li Zhou stepped back, Fang Yang stood, adjusted his breathing, and then began to perform the Shadow-Following Leg.

The scene began to change; a circle of blurred figures suddenly appeared around Fang Yang, as if they were countless reflections of him.

His feet flowed with mysterious power like a clear spring, and every touch of the ground brought up a faint sound of wind.

The audience was amazed and scrambled to grab their phones to film this magnificent scene.

On the screen projected on the big screen, Fang Yang's flexible and free movements were dazzling.

The Abbot watched Fang Yang's performance quietly, with anticipation and a smile.

He had a deep understanding and mastery of the Shadow-Following Leg technique and had personally experienced the changes and power it brought.

Seeing Fang Yang able to demonstrate this technique with such skillful posture now, he felt incomparably gratified.

Li Zhou frowned slightly, a trace of confusion appearing in his eyes.

Although he had seen the exquisiteness and power of Fang Yang's other techniques before, he still had some doubts about the Shadow-Following Leg technique.

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Fang Yang's figure danced gracefully on the stage, his movements like flowing clouds and water showing his unique charm.

The audience was captivated by his nimble footwork; although some still held doubts, more people had already been conquered by him.

The barrage on the field also became quiet, no longer filled with mockery and ridicule.

The audience began to seriously appreciate the skills and talent Fang Yang displayed.

They marveled at Fang Yang's extraordinary ability and talent.

On the stage, Fang Yang felt the energy flowing in the surrounding environment, and a strong impulse surged in his heart.

He increased the speed and force of his footwork, making every movement full of power and beauty.