Inside the studio.
Ye Chen held a longsword, his robe flowing elegantly.
He moved his feet swiftly, charging forward to attack at times and retreating sharply to defend at others.
His figure was agile, his swordsmanship fierce and swift.
Every swing of Ye Chen's sword carried a sharp, commanding force, as though it could tear through the air.
Whether leaping or flipping, he landed steadily every time, unhurried and composed.
His every move was heroic and dashing, executed with remarkable precision!
He truly looked like a swordsman—light, graceful, and utterly captivating.
After completing the sequence, he sheathed his sword with a flourish.
Ye Chen's entire sequence was exactly the same as Wu Jian's earlier one, yet it looked cleaner, crisper, more effortless, natural, and aesthetically pleasing.
Everyone on set was utterly stunned!!!
It was their first time seeing someone wield a sword so beautifully.
And Ye Chen had managed to replicate the entire sequence after watching it just once?
He had even done it more perfectly!
Had Ye Chen learned swordsmanship before?
Those long legs, that level of body control.
And that waist—Su Ningwei was truly one lucky woman!
Everyone on set was dying of envy. Just what window had heaven closed on Ye Chen?
Su Ningwei was also stunned by Ye Chen's performance.
She had never expected Ye Chen to know how to wield a sword.
So handsome, so breathtakingly beautiful—it made her feel like she would willingly die beneath Ye Chen's blade.
Stab me! Hurry and stab me! Stab deeper!
Su Ningwei had already screamed in her heart over Ye Chen hundreds of times.
Huang Lin's admiration and respect for Ye Chen rose to another level.
The action director excitedly stood up, his eyes shining as he looked at Ye Chen as though he had discovered an exceedingly