"Most of us here, myself included, come from ordinary families. Our parents have done their best to give us every possible advantage, but compared to those from true Martial Arts Families, our resources are pitiful."
"So what do we have?"
Xu Wuyi paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience.
"We only have ourselves."
"We have the grit to wake up at five every morning for our training while others are still asleep."
"We have the patience to be polishing a single basic move at eleven o'clock at night, while others are playing games or scrolling through videos."
"And we have the courage to wipe away the sweat and tears after every failure and get back on our feet."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear and powerful.
"I've seen too many people more talented than me end up as nobodies because they didn't work hard enough. I've also seen people with less than me carve out a path for themselves through sheer, desperate effort."
