"Trade moves?"
When Hong Ye said that, everyone there—including San Bao, several martial arts performers, and even the various crew members watching from the sidelines—looked at him differently.
In action and kung fu films, the exciting fight scenes were designed and rehearsed again and again before filming to achieve the best results.
That was what people called trading moves.
You threw a punch, I kicked; you came at me, and I reacted. That was how you made it look good on camera.
But Hong Ye's suggestion that he trade moves with Yang Chu sounded like a polite way of putting it. Everyone there understood what he really meant: he wanted to fight Yang Chu.
Over the past few days, Hong Ye had shown off his swordsmanship and weapon skills more than once. When he'd doubled for the male lead, "Wu Zai," he'd even injured a martial arts performer because he wasn't very good at pulling his punches.
It was obvious to everyone that Hong Ye was a genuine martial artist.
But in the world of martial arts performers, skill was certainly welcome. Still, when people tested one another, it wasn't about who could really fight best. It was about their moves and their nerve.
Now that he'd lost at both, he was still demanding to trade moves and fight again. It made him seem difficult and unable to accept defeat.
"Hong Ye, let's leave it at that."
Director San Bao looked at Hong Ye and waved a hand. Then he called out to the crew members gathered nearby, "Everyone, get back to work. Hurry up with the set."
"Are you scared?"
Hong Ye ignored Director San Bao and fixed his eyes on Yang Chu.
Director San Bao's expression darkened at once. He was about to speak when Jia Le, the