I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 187, Wu Jing: The generational order is messed up.

At this moment, Li Yun became stronger and fiercer the more he fought.

For a moment, Wu Jing felt something was wrong; a different sensation was surging wildly through his body.

While I was playing, I could clearly feel that something was wrong, that sense of incongruity!

The knife is a fierce and powerful knife.

The sword, however, is a skillful sword, propelled by clever and skillful movements.

If you insist on saying his swordsmanship and knife skills are particularly impressive, then it wouldn't be that bad, but he can use one with each hand.

That's a bit hard to handle!

in fact.

At this moment, Li Yun also had a strange feeling.

To do two things at once.

Isn't that a perfectly normal thing?

Normally.

I'm good at multitasking.

Left and right hands, each controlling

"Left hand, you attack next; right hand, you defend. We'll play around with him!"

Li Yun muttered to himself as he fought.

With his exceptional skill in both swords and sabers, he routed the young tyrant of Shichahai Martial Arts School.

at this time.

Zhen Zidan and Yuan Jinbao were also shocked.

Originally, it was thought to be an absolute one-sided victory, and that Wu Jing would be able to easily defeat the "pretty face" in front of him?

Because swords are not very useful in actual combat, in ancient times, meritorious officials were allowed to bring swords to court, but not knives or other long weapons.

Imperial guards may carry swords, but not guns!

Swords, besides looking cool, aren't really that useful.

That was what they were thinking a second ago.

But he was proven wrong by this martial artist with a Level 3 certificate in the next second.

Sword in the left hand, knife in the right—completely different and bizarre approaches.

They forced Wu Jing into a series of defeats.

I'm sweating profusely!

"How did he do that?" Donnie Yen was utterly shocked. "Are his left and right hands two separate entities?"

That's the feeling I got from him.

The left and right hands are controlled by two different martial arts masters, who move simultaneously.

One uses a knife.

One uses a sword.

It gives the impression that Wu Jing is fighting two people.

"I've been practicing kung fu for so many years, and I've never seen such a strange martial artist."

Yuan Jinbao felt very strange and awkward.

but.

That's really impressive.

That's incredibly impressive!

at this time.

A voice reached the ears of Yuan Jinbao and Zhen Zidan.

"Oh, I knew it was him!"

Wu Jing's martial arts are deadly because he has been fighting since he was a child. He is used to both beating others and being beaten.

Whether it's the Wu family or Donnie Yen and other Hong Kong martial arts masters, they all share a common understanding: people who practice martial arts...

You need to have a certain spirit.

A powerful aura that could defeat others.

If your energy is depleted, you're useless, and your skill will be reduced by 30%.

Wu Jing thought his young junior brother was an amateur.

Because Li Yun lacked the murderous aura typical of martial artists. His eyes even held a unique calmness, as if he were detached from the situation.

They thought it was just a charlatan, a fool.

Now that this move has been made.

He's a fool.

That cunning sword strike, that ferocious saber strike.

"That's some serious strength! Does he really have that much power with those muscles?" Wu Jing was secretly shocked and didn't dare to exchange blows with Li Yun. When Li Yun brought down his sword with one hand, his hand felt like it had been hit by a hammer, completely numb.

I'm numb.

Not only are its moves tricky, but it is also incredibly strong.

This produces a peculiar chemical reaction.

Wu Jing realized something.

Yourself.

It seems he can't beat this young martial artist who has only passed the third-level martial arts certificate exam.

At the very least, you absolutely cannot defeat him with short weapons.

Their eyes met once again.

Wu Jing even felt a chill run down his spine.

That look in his eyes.

Just like a hunter keeping a close eye on its prey the whole time.

"I need to switch to a longer weapon."

At this moment, Wu Jing stepped back, discarded his two short swords, and picked up his long staff, which he was skilled with.

He failed this audition; he was no match for the right short weapon for the role and for making movies.

Now we've switched to long weapons.

Replace it with a long stick.

It's for the dignity of a martial artist!

We must fight! We must defeat him!

Li Yun felt that he had a unique advantage.

The body and mind are separate.

It can be thought of separately.

Perhaps this is an advantage of being used to schizophrenia?

Li Yun was occasionally lost in thought.

These personalities either split off from themselves or were strange spirits that infiltrated during their time travel.

They were so lifelike and vividly portrayed that Li Yun once felt they had crossed over from a strange, otherworldly realm into his mind.

just now.

One's own spirit can examine itself while simultaneously fighting, drawing a knife, and wielding a sword.

It seems that each one is controlled by a different mind.

This made Li Yun feel...

Is it possible that I really have a very serious personality disorder?

Maybe they weren't possessed by any ghosts.

Perhaps it really is just schizophrenia.

But no matter how you look at it.

Li Yun felt incredibly energetic, as if he were in a state of disarray, yet also perfectly coordinated.

It's not any particular personality that's causing the problem.

It's me, it's Li Yun himself.

Doing something so exhilarating.

When Wu Jing picked up the long weapon, it had a rather roguish feel to it.

After all, an inch longer means an inch stronger.

The gap between long weapons and short weapons is like the gap between being unarmed and armed.

But Li Yun didn't mind.

Because at this moment, I am not fighting alone.

Right, my left hand and my right hand.

My brain, my spinal cord.

My left foot, my right foot.

Every muscle in my body, when they each have their own thoughts.

That feeling of letting go and being yourself!

It's no longer a relevant role.

It is about the dignity among martial artists.

Wu Jing raised his long staff, intending to sweep it horizontally, but found that Li Yun had locked him in a very strange posture with his feet.

His eyes showed neither joy nor sorrow.

He calmly knocked the long stick out of his hand.

It was completely silent here.

Everyone was stunned.

A martial artist with a Level 3 certificate, and who had only recently passed the exam, managed to defeat Wu Jing, who was a child prodigy, and couldn't even subdue him when he picked up his own long weapon.

Using short weapons to defeat long weapons.

It still had that same strange posture.

"I lost." Although Wu Jing was somewhat unwilling, he still admitted defeat. He couldn't even beat his opponent with a long weapon, so what did he have to compete with him?

"What style of kung fu do you use?"

"A self-taught method, huh?" Li Yun smiled and put away his knife and sword.

"Unorthodox methods, yes, unorthodox methods." Wu Jing said with some mixed feelings, "Unorthodox methods can produce such a subpar level of skill."

Wu Jing couldn't really refute this point, after all, Li Yun's method seemed to be unorthodox.

His methods may be unconventional, but his strength is undeniable.

I wonder which reclusive master taught this freak.

"Senior Brother Wu, you flatter me." Li Yun still thought it best to acknowledge this senior brother's name. In the entertainment industry, having more close relationships wouldn't be a bad thing.

"Hey, I got carried away and was a little resentful, so I picked up a long weapon. I apologize in advance; I shouldn't have done that." Wu Jing shook his head and said, "We're too young and hot-tempered."

At this moment, Ye Weixin, who was still in shock, also came to his senses and glanced at Yuan Jinbao and Zhen Zidan beside him.

Yuan Jinbao glanced at Li Yun and said with a complicated expression.

"Welcome to our SPL crew, Mr. Lee."

At this moment.

Wu Jing also composed himself, then turned around and saw Yuan Hua and Yang Xiaolong there as well, and immediately became solemn.

"Two seniors."

"Um."

Yang Xiaolong and Yuan Hua exchanged a brief greeting.

He immediately smiled broadly at Li Yun.

"It's such a coincidence that we met, Xiao Li. It seems we're destined to meet."

"Hello, senior."

"What's our relationship? There's no need for all this 'senior' stuff. Just call me whatever you like," Yuanhua waved his hand and said, "I'm not that much older than you."

Having witnessed Li Yun's acting skills and martial arts prowess, Yuan Hua was somewhat convinced of his abilities. He felt that he was not worthy of being called a senior.

Yang Xiaolong felt the same way.

At this moment, Wu Jing and Ye Weixin were both somewhat taken aback.

Why are these two senior figures in Hong Kong's martial arts world being so friendly to a young man?

It seems to imply a degree of...equal treatment?

This is a problem within the Hong Kong martial arts community.

It is based on seniority and seniority.

The older generation, in particular, pays special attention to this.

But their attitude towards Li Yun is a bit puzzling.

"This is Mr. Li Yun, the one we just discussed who shone brightly on the set of 'Kung Fu Hustle.' Even Stephen Chow praised him personally," Yuan Hua said with emotion. Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, it was really hard to associate him with the Fire Cloud Evil God.

But without a doubt, the person in front of him was the mad and ferocious Fire Cloud Evil God.

As an actor.

Yuanhua undoubtedly admires him greatly.

"Oh," Ye Weixin said, looking both puzzled and impressed.

Yang Xiaolong laughed.

"It's alright, our movie will be available during the National Day holiday in October, then you'll be able to see our young Li's heroic figure."

Regardless, Yang Xiaolong and Yuan Hua highly praised it.

That can't be too bad.

"I almost became a kung fu action director myself," Yuan Jinbao said with a smile.

"If someone hadn't taken my Fire Cloud Evil God form, you might actually be coming to our kung fu class as an instructor. I almost contacted you to invite you back then."

"Doesn't that mean our fates have all been changed because of Xiao Li?"

"Why are you taking this so seriously about fate?"

At this moment.

Yuan Jinbao, Yuan Hua, Yang Xiaolong, and Li Yun were chatting and laughing.

Wu Jing felt that he had no room to interrupt.

In terms of martial arts experience, they are all his seniors.

However, Li Yun is his junior, both in terms of age and seniority.

But Li Yun was clearly chatting and laughing with them on equal footing, especially with Yuan Hua and Yang Xiaolong. Even Ye Weixin could feel that sense of equality.

This really made Wu Jing's brain struggle a bit.

That's where the awkwardness lies.

I'll call you senior, I'll call him junior, and then you two will call each other buddies.

What the hell am I supposed to become?

(End of this chapter)