"Ah Chu, nice one!"
"Those moves were incredible!"
Among the onlookers, only a handful of sharp-eyed stuntmen had caught a glimpse of what was going on. Most hadn't realized how vicious and dangerous Yang Chu's sword thrust had been. They assumed he had simply been bold enough to pull his strike at the last moment.
But Yang Chu knew the truth. The instant he thrust his sword, he hadn't given a thought to whether Hong Ye would live or die.
When fighting with real weapons, life and death could be decided in a split second.
If that sword had truly killed him, then he'd be dead.
It was only when the blade touched the skin of Hong Ye's throat that Hong Ye finally stopped moving. Yang Chu had such control over his body that he was able to rein in the force of the thrust at just the right moment.
In terms of swordsmanship, Yang Chu knew he was nowhere near as good as Hong Ye. His weapon-handling skills were far inferior.
A skilled fighter who specialized in weapons could become exponentially more dangerous once he had a blade in hand.
But—
From the fact that Hong Ye hadn't jumped down from the fourth floor earlier, and from the way he'd attacked so fiercely while never daring to aim for Yang Chu's vital spots, Yang Chu had already seen that Hong Ye was all bark and no bite.
No matter how good someone like that was at kung fu, it was only useful for making movies.
"Well? Satisfied now?"
After the sparring match—if it could even be called that—Director San Bao sauntered over and glanced sidelong at Hong Ye, who was still standing there. He snorted through his nose.
"Big Brother San Bao, I..."
Hong Ye's face turned from pale