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Chapter 364 Kick with a Knife...like a movie special effect (8th update)
Seeing Qi Hui's slightly surprised gaze, Lu Yang couldn't help but chuckle dryly, then laughed heartily, looking up at the sky:

"Hahaha... Senior brother, I was just kidding, don't mind it..."

"It's alright, I understand what you mean," Qi Hui said with a smile, unconcerned.

Directors often have a quirk: they like to modify other people's scripts, but they don't like others modifying their own.

That's just how Lu Yang is.

Back when he was a new director on the set of "Painted Skin 2", he wanted to revise the script.

However, producer Chen Guofu vetoed it.

This kid is the same way now. He's probably worried that Qi will change his script, so he wants to give Qi a "show of force".

However, the kid quickly realized that what he was doing was inappropriate, so he laughed it off.

Qi Hui could understand this mentality and naturally didn't care.

After all, he brought his own investment to the production and played the male lead, and Lao Lu kept calling him "senior brother."

If the idea of ​​rewriting the script came up, Lao Lu really wouldn't have a good excuse to refuse.

However, Qi Hui is not Zhang Ziyi, and he would naturally not do something like changing "The Climbers" into "The Love Story of Mount Everest".

Therefore, it's understandable to reassure this kid.

"Teacher Zhao, I learned a set of sword techniques before I came here. Could you please take a look at them?" Qi Hui waved his hand and said to Zhao Wenzhuo, who was not far away.

"Oh? Sure!" Zhao Wenzhuo readily agreed.

In fact, if Qi Hui hadn't invited him to act in "Brotherhood of Blades," he would have gone off to act in anti-Japanese war dramas.

Upon hearing their conversation, the actors and martial arts instructors on the training ground tactfully made room for Qi Hui and Zhao Wenzhuo.

They were all insiders, and they had all heard some rumors about Qi Hui, such as that he didn't know martial arts and was just born with superhuman strength.

For example, breaking Zhen Zidan's leg or something like that.

At first, not many people believed it.

But later, when Qi Hui went to the United States, he hunted wild boar, black bears, saltwater crocodiles, and the like, which made it hard for people not to believe.

This guy's hands are bleeding, it's hard not to believe those rumors.

"Old Zhou, can I borrow your Miao sword?" Qi Hui said, reaching out to Zhou Yiwei.

The goose-wing knife is a short-waisted knife that emphasizes practicality but lacks aesthetic appeal.

The main reason is that martial arts dramas have become so prevalent in recent years, and this type of knife has already appeared countless times in various martial arts films and television series.

Moreover, these are all weapons used by low-ranking soldiers and lackeys, so they are certainly not as visually appealing as the Miao sword.

Spectacular events can sometimes be a spectacle, too.

Zhou Yiwei paused for a moment, but quickly handed over the Miao knife in his hand.

Qi Hui waved it around, getting a feel for it.

On the other side, Lu Yang quickly called the photographer over.

Qi Hui was performing his swordsmanship while wearing a flying fish robe. How could we not capture such a wonderful scene?

In the crowd, Chen Duling and Chen Yao also raised their phones.

"Let's begin," Zhao Wenzhuo said with a smile.
Qi Hui nodded slightly, bent down slightly, and suddenly exerted his strength, stepping forward to slash the blade diagonally.

Immediately following this were a series of attacks: a head-wrapping slash, a turning bayonet thrust, a shifting stance and a slashing parry, a somersault and a thrusting parry...

The whistling sound of something cutting through the air echoed, and the gleaming longsword reflected its light.

In the training ground, Qi Hui sometimes stepped forward and sometimes retreated, his Miao sword twirling and dancing.

Lu Yang stared wide-eyed. No… this is a Miao sword, not a Tang sword. How did you manage to wield it like this?

"Wow..." Chen Duling stared wide-eyed, her gaze passing over the phone screen, greedily taking in Qi Hui.

Amidst the scorching gaze, tiny specks of light couldn't help but appear.

Who can stop a handsome guy dressed in a flying fish robe and wielding a Miao sword?

Not only can women not stop it, but men can't stop it either!

Not only Chen Duling, but also Chen Yao, Zhu Dan and the other women were somewhat stunned.

This scene is just like something out of a movie.

Zhou Yiwei glanced at Qi Hui in the arena, took out a mirror and looked at himself. Was he really that cool wielding the Miao sword?
Why didn't I look this good when I practiced?
Why didn't the others react this way?
In the arena, Zhao Wenzhuo looked surprised and solemn. The layman sees the spectacle, but the expert sees the details.

Unlike others who can only see his good looks, Zhao Wenzhuo can see something different.

Qi Hui's swordsmanship was extraordinary; his lower body was remarkably stable, on par with mine, and even subtly carried the essence of spear fighting. There was even a delicate quality to it, a touch of sharpness and power… how to put it…

Should it be called murderous intent? Or killing aura?
Looking at him like this, one can't help but feel fear. He always felt that if he fought Qi Hui, he would be cleaved in two... It's very strange!
Practicing this sword technique myself would be just as entertaining as Qi Hui's.

However, he could never replicate the inexplicable sharpness in Qi Hui's swordsmanship.

In the arena, Qi Hui switched from using both hands to one, and his slender Miao sword twirled in several beautiful patterns.

The next moment, he twisted his wrist and threw the knife into the air.

In mid-air, the blade spun like a windmill.

Before the long sword could fall, Qi Hui flipped over and kicked in a spinning motion, his heel arcing as he struck the hilt of the sword.

Whoosh whoosh~
The Miao sword rotated upwards again, increasing its speed.

Surrounded by onlookers, Qi Hui reached out and grasped the hilt of the flashing, spinning blade with unparalleled precision.

The long sword was held horizontally, then sheathed in front of his chest.

"..."

There were no gasps, only complete silence.

That scene just now was like movie special effects!
It’s incredible!
how can that be!

The movie hasn't even started filming yet, and the special effects are already there?

"Holy crap, photographer, did you even take the picture...? If not, you might as well quit!" Lu Yang yelled.

He took two steps at a time and quickly ran behind the camera.

If this footage were released for promotion, it would become a hit even before it airs!
"Holy crap!?" Zhou Yiwei belatedly realized what was happening, slapped his face, and exclaimed in utter shock, "Really?!"

He could hardly help but suspect that he had just hallucinated.

As soon as his voice rang out, the crowd erupted into a cacophony of chatter.

Old Ling and Little Zhang exchanged a glance, then stared blankly at their goose-winged swords and twin flying swallows.

They're all knives, so why don't our knives do that?

In the crowd, Chen Duling snapped out of her daze and quickly dragged the progress bar on her phone to check; she had been lost in thought.

She knew Qi Hui was very capable when she watched "Glorious Times".

But I never expected Qi Hui to be so powerful!
"Jing Tian is so lucky..." Chen Duling bit her lip, her words full of sourness.

She admitted that she was captivated.

On the other side, Zhao Wenzhuo frowned, recalling the scene just now, feeling somewhat puzzled and thoughtful.

"Qi Hui, lend me your knife."

Upon seeing this, Qi Hui first called out to Lu Yang, signaling him to turn on the camera, before handing the knife to Zhao Wenzhuo.

Seeing this, Lu Yang did not hesitate and told the photographer to turn on the camera.

It's not film anyway, so there's no need to worry about wasting it!

Soon, Zhao Wenzhuo, holding a Miao sword, began the Xinyou sword technique that Qi Hui had just demonstrated.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and the hissing sound of it cutting through the air rang out again.

After a few moves, Zhao Wenzhuo performed a flourish with one hand, tossed his knife into the air, and then turned and spun around to kick.

The intention was to replicate the scene that Qi Hui had just witnessed.

But... unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

The Miao sword fell; failure!
The crew members watching were somewhat disappointed, but Zhao Wenzhuo ignored them and picked up the Miao sword to continue.

The second and third attempts both failed.

Qi Hui crossed his arms and watched quietly.

Zhao Wenzhuo made a slight adjustment and quickly began the fourth take.

Just when everyone thought that this time, like the previous three times, it would all fail, Zhao Wenzhuo succeeded.

The Miao sword spun in the air like a windmill. Zhao Wenzhuo turned and kicked back, then reached out to catch the sword.

Like Qi Hui, he precisely grasped the hilt of the Miao sword.

The long sword was held horizontally, then sheathed in front of his chest.

(End of this chapter)