Deadly Duel

Boom—!

Bloodfang Gam's 2.25-meter-tall steel body slammed viciously into the edge of the iron cage, making the entire gantry crane shudder.

The deafening clang of metal colliding plunged the set into instant silence. Even the desert wind seemed to stop for a moment.

"Holy shit!" Old Bill nearly dropped the Steadicam in his hands. Staring wide-eyed at the monitor, he said, "That kick hit like a cannonball!"

In the playback, the instant Lin Yuan's combat boot precisely struck Bloodfang's breastplate, sparks even burst from the seams of the armor.

Assistant director Jackson yanked off his headset. "Is Ryan really okay? That kick was so brutal. Wasn't that a little too heavy?"

He turned to look at Director Miller, only to find that the old director, famous for his madness, was equally dumbfounded.

It was Director Miller's first time working with Lin Yuan, and he had no idea what to expect. Once he recovered, he could only look to Meng Tao for help.

Meng Tao leisurely took a lit cigar from Scarlett Johansson, put it in his mouth, and gave Director Miller an OK gesture with his right hand.

"Lin Yuan's flying kick." Meng Tao's voice echoed across the set through the loudspeakers. "It looks like it could kick through a tank, but it wouldn't even crack a watermelon."

"Impossible, right? How could such a fierce kick do no damage?" the assistant director asked skeptically.

"I don't know how Lin Yuan does it either. That guy's kung fu completely defies common sense. Look, Ryan's getting up." Meng Tao pointed into the arena with the hand holding his cigar.

Under the astonished gazes of the crew, compressed gas suddenly burst from Bloodfang Gam's exoskeleton. The steel beast slowly rose to his feet, and the electronic voice changer beneath his mask emitted a