I Have Never Been Fond of Fighting

"Lin Yuan, don't act rashly!"

Seeing what Lin Yuan was doing, Jackie Chan hurriedly shouted.

He had originally invited Lin Yuan to make a guest appearance because he wanted to build a good relationship with him, but through a series of coincidences, Lin Yuan had gotten dragged into this.

Now Jackie Chan found himself in a difficult position. Even if he wanted to protect Lin Yuan, he could not.

After all, Lin Yuan had already made a move and broken one of their underlings' wrists. Third Master Tang would not let him off easily.

"Brother Jackie Chan, don't worry. I'm not acting rashly. I'll watch how hard I hit them," Lin Yuan replied with a smile.

Is that what I meant? How is that supposed to reassure me? Jackie Chan roared inwardly.

Third Master Tang was also angered into laughter by Lin Yuan's answer.

"When young people get hotheaded, they love playing the hero. What a pity about that handsome face. Cripple him!"

At his words, three gang members charged at Lin Yuan with steel pipes in hand.

"Someone's going to die! Call the police!"

"They were called ages ago. Distant water can't put out an immediate fire!"

"Help him! We can't just watch him get beaten into a cripple!"

"Help him? How? If you've got the guts, then go!"

Seeing Lin Yuan about to meet with disaster, the terrified crew members descended into chaos.

Thud!

Crack!

Thud!

After three crisp blows, the three gang members who had looked so vicious a moment ago were now lying on the ground, wailing and rolling about.

In an instant, Lin Yuan stepped forward, swung his weapon, shifted position and turned, then struck again in one fluid sequence.

He held a staff, yet what he used was swordsmanship.

Unlike the choreographed swordplay Lin Yuan had displayed in the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon promotional video, the swordsmanship he demonstrated today was exceptionally plain and simple.

It was merely a step forward and a thrust, seemingly ordinary at first glance.

Yet in the eyes of someone knowledgeable like Jackie Chan, Lin Yuan's swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle in speed, angle, and timing.

Lin Yuan's attacks had stripped away every needless flourish. The simplest moves were the hardest, and also the most effective.

"I never expected his combat swordsmanship to have reached Master Level. These punks who only know brute force and vicious fighting won't be able to threaten him today."

After seeing Lin Yuan's swordsmanship, Jackie Chan finally let out the breath he had been holding.

But while Jackie Chan possessed such insight, Third Master Tang did not.

Seeing three of his men knocked down only made him angrier. "Send more people! Don't hold back! Dead or alive, it doesn't matter!"

This time, no fewer than six men closed in from different angles.

Lin Yuan flicked a steel pipe off the ground with his toe, caught it in his other hand, and charged forward with a weapon in each hand.

"That's shameless! Three of you couldn't beat him, so now you're sending six? Why not all rush him at once and crush him to death?"

"Exactly! What kind of skill is ganging up on someone? You should be ashamed of yourselves!"

"Lin Yuan, keep it up! We're behind you!"

The crew members grew even more indignant, cursing at the gangsters and cheering Lin Yuan on.

Less than a minute later, the winner was decided once again.

All six men had collapsed at Lin Yuan's feet, their cries of pain rising and falling one after another.

Lin Yuan smiled. "I think I can take ten at once. Want to give it a try?"

He felt that his smile was sincere and harmless, but it deeply grated on the nerves of the men in black suits.

If six were not enough, then ten—or even more—would be useless.

More people were not always better. Without enough room to move, they would only become a burden.

Just as they were at a loss, one of the gang members at the front reached toward his waist.

But the next second, Third Master Tang gently pressed down on his hand.

Third Master Tang shook his head. "No guns. Once a gun is involved, the nature of this changes. It'll be hard to clean up afterward."

This was no longer the old days. Every conflict had to have boundaries, or they would be cleared out in minutes.

"Young man, you're remarkable. I thought someone as skilled as you could only exist on a screen." Third Master Tang finally began to take Lin Yuan seriously.

"My apologies. I had no choice but to act." Whenever people were willing to speak properly, Lin Yuan was always polite.

"But no matter how well you can fight, can you protect the entire crew? You don't want this movie to be shut down, do you?"

"It is better to settle a feud than deepen one."

"We make our living this way. If we back down now, how are we supposed to survive afterward?" Third Master Tang shook his head and refused.

"I have never been fond of fighting, so I can only resolve it. I have an idea that will guarantee you don't lose face." Lin Yuan smiled.

Hearing this, the men in black suits all shook their heads inwardly. Not even dogs would believe that!

If you were not fond of fighting, who beat us into this state?

If you were not fond of fighting, did that battle-hardened combat swordsmanship of yours fall from the sky?

"How do you propose we do this? Set the terms," Third Master Tang said.

Lin Yuan walked over to a nearby dining table, picked up a fruit knife, and pointed at the red lantern by the entrance.

"That lantern at the entrance is at least fifty meters away from me. If I can hit it with this knife in one throw, then it means it is fate. Heaven wants you to let this conflict go, and if you leave, you will not lose any face."

"And if you miss?" Third Master Tang asked.

"If he misses, we'll accept the protection fee!" Jackie Chan cut in.

After witnessing Lin Yuan's extraordinary abilities, Jackie Chan believed that Lin Yuan must be confident in doing this.

"Fine, it's a deal!" Third Master Tang agreed at once.

"How does Brother Jackie Chan dare gamble on those terms?" a Jackie Chan Stunt Team member muttered.

"Fifty meters? Forget accuracy—I can't even throw it that far. Is this a joke?"

"If he can hit it, I'll swallow that lantern whole."

Although Jackie Chan now had an inexplicable confidence in Lin Yuan, from a rational standpoint, it was simply impossible for Lin Yuan to do this.

Normally, a throwing knife could only be thrown in a straight line for five to seven meters.

At any greater distance, one had to account for its downward trajectory under gravity.

At a distance like fifty meters, the knife would have to be thrown upward at an angle of forty or fifty degrees, like throwing a grenade.

Only then could it arc downward and strike the target.

But this was a bathhouse. There was a ceiling indoors.

If Lin Yuan dared throw it that way, the only possible result would be the knife hitting the ceiling directly.

Lin Yuan stood calmly in the middle of the crowd, taking in the worry and contempt in everyone's eyes.

If they knew that he had once thrown three flying daggers at once on a rainy night and hit targets fifty meters away, they would not have had any doubts.

Then Lin Yuan turned around, putting his back to the lantern.

What was this? Was he giving up and preparing to run?

Before anyone could think further, Lin Yuan spun around swiftly, using the force of his waist and the momentum of the turn to launch the fruit knife in his hand.

Pff!

A cold gleam flashed, and the distant lantern instantly shattered.

What a fast and accurate knife! What overwhelming force!

The Master Flying Dagger Technique given by the system was simply this absurdly powerful, defying all common sense.

Lin Yuan smiled at Third Master Tang. "It truly is fate. Then I ask that you show mercy and let this matter end here, Third Master."

At this sight, Third Master Tang said nothing. He turned around and led the men in black suits away.

Only after leaving the bathhouse did one gang leader ask, "What bullshit destiny? Are we really just letting this go?"

Third Master Tang said with a grim expression, "The flying dagger in his hand is stronger than the gun at your waist! If that isn't destiny, then what is?"