Huayu Entertainment: It was the young actress who took the initiative.

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, a soft sneer rang out in the conference room.

The voice came from the martial arts instructor on the right, who hadn't spoken until now.

Coach Wu, in his fifties, was lean and had sharp eyes; he was clearly a trained martial artist.

"young people,"

Coach Wu's lips twitched, his tone laced with disdain.

"You need to understand the difference between a skill and a hobby. Don't think that just because you've done some boxing at the gym or studied taekwondo for a couple of days, you're good at martial arts."

He paused, glanced at Chen Mo, and said, "This is a martial arts drama, not child's play."

Yang Kang has a lot of action scenes; when they actually film it, your fancy moves won't be enough to impress anyone.

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became awkward.

Jiang Jiajun frowned, wanting to speak up and smooth things over.

He quite liked Chen Mo's performance and didn't want to cause any unpleasantness over such a small matter.

But Chen Mo spoke first.

"Coach Wu is right."

His tone was calm and neither humble nor arrogant, "Then... how about we ask Coach Wu for some guidance?"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

Coach Wu was also taken aback for a moment, then laughed—a laugh tinged with sarcasm.

"Give me pointers? Sure, then I'll give you some pointers."

He was about to stand up as he spoke.

"Old Wu."

Jiang Jiajun spoke up, his tone somewhat helpless, "Be mindful of your words."

His words were a reminder to Coach Wu not to go too far.

After all, Chen Mo came to audition. If he got injured during the audition, it wouldn't sound good if word got out.

Director Wu waved his hand: "Don't worry, Director, I know what I'm doing."

"Just to see what this young man is really capable of."

He walked to the center of the conference room and stood face to face with Chen Mo.

The two are about the same height, but Coach Wu is leaner and wears a tight-fitting outfit, showing obvious muscle definition, which is obvious from years of martial arts training.

Chen Mo, wearing a white shirt, looked like an ordinary, handsome young man.

"Come on, little brother."

Coach Wu casually struck a starting stance, "Let me see your 'specialty'."

Chen Mo nodded and also assumed the starting stance.

The movements were standard and the posture was upright.

Coach Wu's eyes flickered slightly; that starting stance was quite professional.

Before Chen Mo could react, he suddenly made his move!

A straight punch, fast and fierce, aimed straight at Chen Mo's face!

This punch was delivered with restraint, but it was incredibly fast; someone who hadn't trained would never be able to react in time.

Jiang Jiajun's heart tightened, and he almost shouted out loud.

But Chen Mo made a move.

He turned to the side, raised his hand, and instead of blocking directly, he gently deflected the block with the edge of his palm.

A soft "snap" sound.

Coach Wu's fist was deflected, grazing past Chen Mo's ear.

Coach Wu's eyes narrowed.

This wave of attacks was perfectly timed, angled, and executed with just the right amount of force.

It wasn't luck; it was real skill.

He abandoned his dismissive attitude and became serious.

In the next thirty seconds, a thrilling battle of offense and defense unfolded in the conference room.

Coach Wu launched a series of attacks, using punches, palm strikes, and kicks in a relentless barrage.

He is a veteran martial arts instructor from Hong Kong with a solid foundation in kung fu. His movements are clean and crisp, and every move is swift and powerful.

But Chen Mo handled it with ease.

He seemed to be able to predict every attack from Coach Wu, and always managed to dodge or block at the most opportune moment.

The movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest sign of panic.

What surprised Coach Wu even more was that Chen Mo's moves were very varied.

It has elements of traditional martial arts, techniques of modern combat sports, and some moves that he doesn't understand but are very practical.

"Who did this kid learn from?" Coach Wu wondered to himself.

After another dozen or so moves, Coach Wu suddenly changed his tactics, launching a sweeping leg attack on Chen Mo's lower body.

This move is very sudden, and most people can't dodge it.

But Chen Mo did not dodge.

He raised his foot and met the attack with a sweeping leg kick of his own!

"Bang!"

The two legs collided, making a dull thud.

Coach Wu's expression changed, and he felt a tingling sensation in his shinbone.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and delivered an elbow strike to Chen Mo's chest.

He didn't hold back this time.

Jiang Jiajun suddenly stood up:

"Old Wu!"

But it was too late.

The elbow strike, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, went straight for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his hand and met the elbow strike with his palm.

"Snapped!"

Another muffled sound.

Coach Wu felt as if his elbow strike had hit a thick piece of rubber, and most of the force had been dissipated.

Chen Mo's hand remained completely still.

The next second, Chen Mo twisted his wrist, turning his palm into a claw, and grabbed Coach Wu's elbow.

Coach Wu was startled and tried to break free, but Chen Mo's fingers were like iron clamps, and he couldn't pry them open at all.

Chen Mo grabbed Coach Wu's elbow and shoved him hard:

"Coach Wu, you flatter me."

Coach Wu staggered backward, barely managing to stand, his expression complex, his face burning with embarrassment.

He looked at his elbow, then at Chen Mo, and remained speechless for a long time.

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Jiang Jiajun, the producer, and the casting director were all dumbfounded.

What did they just see?

A 50-year-old veteran martial arts instructor was outmaneuvered by a young actor in his early twenties?

It's not that Coach Wu's skills are lacking, but Chen Mo's performance was too unexpected.

Those fluid movements, that precise anticipation, that composed aura...

He really is skilled in martial arts; he wasn't exaggerating at all!

"you……"

Coach Wu finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Who did you learn from?"

"I practiced by watching videos online."

Chen Mo spoke very modestly.

"Practicing blindly?"

Coach Wu smiled wryly, "If you keep practicing like this, all of us professionals can retire."

He walked up to Chen Mo, his eyes clearing, the disdain from before gone:

"You're very skilled. I misjudged you; you're truly a martial arts expert."

Coach Wu spoke very sincerely.

Why didn't you just say it like this earlier? Instead, you had to ramble on and on about how special skills are special skills and hobbies are hobbies. It's really making a mess of things.

Despite his thoughts, Chen Mo still modestly stated them aloud.

"Coach Wu, you're too kind. You're the one who's being accommodating to me."

"I didn't allow it."

Coach Wu smiled wryly, "If I were capable enough to let you have your way, would you have grabbed my elbow?"

As he spoke, he turned to Jiang Jiajun and said, "Director, this kid is good. He'll definitely handle Yang Kang's action scenes."

Jiang Jiajun then came to his senses.

He looked at Chen Mo, then at Coach Wu, and suddenly smiled.

"Chen Mo, oh Chen Mo..."

He shook his head. "You're a hidden talent."

The casting director also chimed in: "The job description listed martial arts, and I thought it just meant he knew some fancy moves... but I didn't expect it to be real kung fu."

The producer praised him directly: "Chen Mo, with your skills, if it were a few years ago, you might have been able to go to Hong Kong to shoot action movies."

Chen Mo just smiled and didn't say anything.

Jiang Jiajun sat down again, picked up Chen Mo's resume, and read it over once more.

"Chen Mo, we are very satisfied with your audition. Your martial arts skills have exceeded our expectations."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, go back and wait for our notification. We'll contact you the day after tomorrow at the latest and let you know the result."

"Okay, thank you, director, thank you, teachers."

Chen Mo nodded and turned to leave the conference room.

As soon as the door closed, the conference room erupted in chaos.

"Old Wu, you really can't beat him?" the casting director couldn't help but ask.

Coach Wu lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "I can't beat him. Youth has its advantages, and this kid... he's hiding his true strength."

Look at those moves he just made; the timing, the force, the angle—they were all incredibly skillful.

An ordinary person couldn't achieve this without decades of training, and this kid is incredibly strong.

"Is that exaggerated?"

The producer exclaimed in surprise, "How old is he?"

So that's what I'm saying.

Coach Wu exhaled a puff of smoke, "Either they're geniuses, or... they've had a master guide them since childhood."

Jiang Jiajun didn't speak, but looked at Chen Mo's resume thoughtfully.

As soon as Chen Mo came out of the conference room, all eyes were on him.

The commotion inside must have been heard by those outside.

Although the specific details were unclear, some sounds of fighting could still be heard.

"Chen Mo!"

When Li Yitong saw Chen Mo come out, she immediately rushed over to check on him.

"Are you alright? I think I heard fighting."

"fine."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I just sparred with Coach Wu."

"A friendly spar?"

Li Yitong's eyes widened. "You and Coach Wu... got into a fight?"

I guess so.

Chen Mo spoke of it casually.

Everyone around was listening intently.

Wang Yu leaned closer and whispered:

"Dude, you got into a fight with the martial arts instructor?"

"It's about learning from each other."

Wang Yu looked at him with a complicated expression.

He recalled that just before Chen Mo went in, he had been thinking, "Having connections makes all the difference..."

Now it seems that they not only have connections, but also real skills.

Can an ordinary person be someone who can "spar" with a martial arts instructor?