Guns, Swords, Fists and Kicks

In The Unity of the Martial Arts, the entire story revolved around the main villain, the martial arts fanatic Feng Yuxiu.

He aimed to become the number one man in the martial arts world, repeatedly challenging the greatest contemporary masters of fists, kicks, and weapons.

He sought to prove himself. Coupled with the hardships in his life and his final restraint—his beloved wife, whose terminal illness had tormented her until he ended her life with his own hands—

Under the stimulation of all these factors, Feng Yuxiu's faith in life was utterly destroyed.

He became a true martial arts fanatic, vicious to the bone.

To him, kung fu was a killing art.

Thus, every martial arts master he challenged met the same fate: those who lost died tragic deaths.

This naturally included Hong Ye the King of Weapons.

In the end, Feng Yuxiu was defeated by the male lead Xia Houwu, whose martial prowess was equally off the charts.

After briefly recalling the plot of the film, Song Ren felt even more troubled.

At this stage, he had replaced Hong Ye the King of Weapons, but he knew his own capabilities well.

Just thinking of Feng Yuxiu, who had mastered fists, kicks, and weapons, gave Song Ren a headache.

The ultimate dream of kung fu made his blood boil, but reality was incomparably cold.

But things had come to this, so he could only take things one step at a time.

Song Ren sorted through his current situation.

For now, his physical condition was good. Besides bringing him into the movie world, the system had also given him a newcomer gift pack, stored in the attached inventory space.

The inventory space was roughly three cubic meters. It could hold any suitably sized nonliving object.

The newcomer gift pack was a small box that looked like a delivery parcel.

With a thought from Song Ren, the newcomer gift pack stored in the inventory space immediately vanished and appeared in his palm instead.

Looking at the packing tape wrapped around it and even the shipping label stuck to it, Song Ren seriously suspected that the system had casually intercepted this thing from some logistics center in reality.

He used the fruit knife on the table to cut open the newcomer gift pack. Inside were shockproof foam and a layer of bubble wrap.

This was absolutely a delivery box...

He took out the two items inside: a Glock pistol with fifteen rounds of ammunition.

And a pair of black-and-gold blunt-edged knuckle dusters with palm rests.

The knuckle dusters were pitch-black throughout, with clear golden Lightning Strike Patterns on them. The words "Black Gold" were engraved in small regular script on the palm rests.

Song Ren had experience with both knuckle dusters and firearms.

When it came to firearms, he was far from a sharpshooter, but he did have them as a hobby and often visited shooting clubs to keep in practice.

His level was roughly that he could shoot, and his accuracy was not too bad.

As for knuckle dusters, he knew how to use them but was not proficient.

It could not be helped. They were difficult to master to begin with, requiring careful attention to both punching technique and grip. A slight mistake could injure one's own knuckles.

Song Ren's hobbies were rather broad, and he had not used knuckle dusters much. Still, they were usable for self-defense.

He repeatedly tested the feel of the knuckle dusters and Glock pistol, then checked the fully loaded magazine.

Finally, he wrapped the palm rests of the knuckle dusters with coarse cloth. Only then did he gain a little confidence about facing Feng Yuxiu.

After all, as the King of Weapons, having a gun was understandable, right?

The sky had only just begun to brighten when someone knocked on the door.

"Teacher Hong, the director asked me to inform everyone that we'll be gathering at the set shortly."

Song Ren raised his eyelids and gave a simple acknowledgment.

He checked the mission countdown provided by the system: one hour and thirty minutes—

He took a light breath. Feng Yuxiu was about to appear. It really was not giving him even a moment to prepare!

System, you really think highly of your boss!

On the set

The director stood on the stage with a loudspeaker, calling out, "All right, we'll continue with yesterday's shot. The camera will follow the motorcycle on the wires first. Once it drops, the Samurai on the left will charge at Hong Ye."

"We'll shoot it like that. Do you understand? Is that clear?"

Quite a few actors preparing below had gathered together. In his identity as action star Hong Ye, Song Ren was currently observing his surroundings.

Because according to the plot, Feng Yuxiu should be appearing next.

Unfortunately, there was really too little time. Otherwise, Song Ren would have prepared much more no matter what.

Just as the actors on the set were about to begin filming, the motorcycle that had been hanging from the ceiling suddenly crashed down ahead of schedule.

Boom!

The motorcycle hit the ground, kicking up a light cloud of dust. Everyone jumped in fright, utterly bewildered.

The director was slightly annoyed. "Who released the motorcycle? Who let down the wires?"

The rest of the crew looked confused.

Outside the crowd, Feng Yuxiu, dressed in ragged clothes with disheveled hair, limped over.

His legs had been uneven in length since birth, and his left leg was congenitally atrophied. Yet through formidable willpower and relentless training, he had forcibly compensated for that physical defect.

Under the crowd's gaze, Feng Yuxiu walked step by step into the center of the group.

His eyes had long since locked onto Song Ren.

Those eyes, filled with indifference and ruthlessness, no longer held any other emotion.

Ignoring the astonished looks around him, Feng Yuxiu sized Song Ren up and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Strange. This King of Weapons felt far inferior to the two great masters of fists and kicks from before.

But according to the intelligence he had gathered, this man was indeed undoubtedly the most skilled weapons user at present.

The director noticed Feng Yuxiu as well and shouted from the stage, "Who is this person? Who let an outsider barge in here? Get him out!"

On the set, a martial arts instructor dressed as a Samurai approached and shoved Feng Yuxiu's shoulder. "Hey! You can't just come in here. Get out!"

Feng Yuxiu did not even acknowledge him. The moment the other man reached out, he struck with astonishing speed.

He seized the instructor's forearm with one hand, twisted it with the motion, and forced the man's entire body down by pressing on his arm.

Seeing that a fight had broken out, another martial arts instructor nearby shouted, "What are you doing? Let him go!"

With that, he charged over.

But Feng Yuxiu was clearly faster. With one hand, he grabbed the prop sword hanging on the back of the instructor he had pinned down.

His attack was ruthless. The moment he drew the sword, he thrust it out.

The blade scraped against its sheath, throwing off a spark. Yet the not particularly sharp tip pierced the incoming man's right shoulder in an instant.

Drops of blood slid down the blade!

The speed of that strike was jaw-dropping!

Once blood was spilled, the scene fell into a strange silence. Fear had even appeared on the faces of the surrounding actors.

Feng Yuxiu swept his cold gaze around and warned in a low voice, "This has nothing to do with you. Leave—"

Bang!

Before he could finish, a sharp gunshot suddenly ripped through the air beneath the roof of the studio set.

Feng Yuxiu looked down in stunned disbelief at the blood seeping from his chest.

Then he looked at the King of Weapons, who had been expressionless a second earlier but was now calmly aiming a pistol at him through the gaps in the crowd.

Hiss...

That little bastard!

A dignified King of Weapons using a gun was one thing, but he had actually launched a sneak attack?!

Feng Yuxiu flew into a rage. The instant Song Ren fired a second shot with a cold expression, he yanked out his sword and ducked aside.

Bang!

The second gunshot came almost without pause, once again sending a spray of bright red blood into the air.

A small hazy mist of blood burst from Feng Yuxiu's left shoulder.

Song Ren completely ignored the terrified, horrified looks of everyone else. His eyes remained locked on Feng Yuxiu, who was still moving with startling agility, and his brow furrowed tightly.

Tch!

This guy really was a monster. The timing of that first shot had been absolutely perfect.

To Feng Yuxiu at the time, Song Ren had appeared unarmed and was about ten meters away, so he should not have posed much of a threat.

Moreover, Song Ren had caught Feng Yuxiu at the perfect moment while he was attacking someone else.

Yet even so, at the instant Song Ren fired, Feng Yuxiu had still shifted his body beforehand, avoiding the most fatal angle.

As for the second bullet hitting Feng Yuxiu's left shoulder, luck had played a greater role.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu lower himself to charge, a ruthless gleam flashed through Song Ren's eyes. He fired three shots in rapid succession straight ahead, completely disregarding even the extras!

The bullets burst from the muzzle, bringing faint flashes of fire into the air.

Some of the three bullets struck the ground, while others hit the metal frames around them and ricocheted off somewhere unknown.

Not a single shot hit!

By then, Feng Yuxiu had already closed to within roughly three meters.

Song Ren's face darkened as he could not help cursing under his breath. Taking two bullets and still moving that fast—this guy was ridiculously fierce!