novelraw Chapter 134: The Staff Arrives! The Legendary Martial Arts Director Steps In!
Chapter 134: The Staff Arrives! The Legendary Martial Arts Director Steps In!
That question hung in the air, freezing the atmosphere in the training ground for a moment.
Yuan Kui's turbid eyes shifted, lingering on that young face for a full three seconds.
He said nothing.
He took the heavy horse lance from Jiang Ci's hands.
The next second, he swung himself onto that mechanical horse.
Without a single wasted word.
The moment Yuan Kui settled into the saddle, his entire aura underwent a sudden transformation.
He was no longer that thin, taciturn old man.
An edge of sharpness and a killing intent silently spread out, causing the surrounding murmurs to die down on their own.
He held the lance in one hand, its tail slightly lowered, his entire body merging as one with the saddle."Start."
A single word hammered into the operator's ears.
"Vrrrrr—"
The mechanical horse went berserk once more.
This time, the shaking was more violent than any Jiang Ci had experienced earlier!
The machine simulated a warhorse charging into enemy ranks, being rammed by spears, tripped by corpses, and executing frantic trajectories of sudden stops and sharp turns amidst the chaos.
Just watching it was enough to make one's heart pound with fear.
Yet, Yuan Kui's body seemed to have grown onto the horse's back.
His upper torso remained almost as immovable as a mountain. All the jolts and impacts were stubbornly absorbed and neutralized by his formidable core and legs right there on the saddle.
"Watch closely."
Yuan Kui spoke.
It was precisely at the moment the mechanical horse violently lurched to the left, threatening to throw him off entirely.
He moved.
He followed that immense inertia, twisting his body to the extreme towards the left rear, while the horse lance in his hand traced a bizarre arc through the air, thrusting out in the opposite direction!
The Turning Horseback Spear Thrust!
This thrust possessed only speed and power refined to their absolute extremes!
Thwip!
The tip of the lance stopped with pinpoint accuracy right before the neck of the practice dummy serving as a reference point to the side.
Not a hair's breadth off.
And Yuan Kui, having completed the maneuver, had already straightened up with the horse's righting, the lance withdrawn back into his hand.
The entire process was seamless.
When it ended, the mechanical horse ceased its shaking.
Yuan Kui casually planted the lance beside him, producing a dull *thud*.
Everyone was stunned by what they had just witnessed.
Only one thought filled Wei Song's mind.
*This* was the Hegemon's Turning Spear he wanted!
Zhao Yingfei stood within the crowd, her beautiful eyes sparkling with unusual brilliance.
Amidst this silence.
Jiang Ci's mind, however, was a different scene entirely.
The moment Yuan Kui mounted the horse, he had activated the Micro-level Motion Capture skill.
Muscle activation sequence: core, back, shoulder, arm…
He constructed a three-dimensional human model in his mind.
The model deconstructed every single detail of Yuan Kui's "Turning Horseback Spear Thrust" just now.
Yuan Kui dismounted from the mechanical horse, handed the lance back to Jiang Ci, and said nothing.
But everyone saw it.
Within those turbid eyes of his lay a deep, measuring look.
Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Jiang Ci, without a word, once again mounted that cold machine.
He gripped that heavy horse lance.
Then, slowly, closed his eyes.
It took only one second.
In his mind, that golden three-dimensional model had already rehearsed the entire movement hundreds of times.
He opened his eyes.
"Start."
The operator swallowed hard and pressed the start button.
"Vrrrrr—"
The same frenzy, the same violent shaking descended once more.
Jiang Ci sat atop it, his body swaying violently with the machine.
Everyone around held their breath for him.
Sun Zhou was so nervous his palms were sweating. Could his Ci-ge really pull this off?
Just as everyone thought he would be as disheveled as before.
Jiang Ci moved.
Precisely when the mechanical horse simulated the exact same trajectory of violently lurching to the left as before.
His body, his movements, the timing of his waist twist and power generation, the angle at which the lance in his hand thrust out…
Everything.
Was exactly the same as Yuan Kui's earlier performance!
The sound of tearing air!
Thwip!
The tip of the lance came to a steady stop at the exact same spot before the dummy's neck!
Not a hair's breadth off!
Even the final "buzzing" vibration frequency of the lance tip was identical!
A perfect replica!
The machine stopped.
Jiang Ci withdrew the lance, dismounted from the mechanical horse, his movements crisp and clean.
Everyone was utterly dumbfounded.
This… how was this even possible?
Once!
He only saw it once!
"Holy shit… Ci-ge, you're insane!!!"
Sun Zhou couldn't hold back any longer, his face flushing red.
Several assistant directors from the martial arts team exchanged bewildered looks, seeing undisguised shock and awe on each other's faces.
However.
Just as people thought what would follow would be this legendary martial arts director's praise for a genius.
A furious roar exploded in everyone's ears.
"What the hell is this?!"
Yuan Kui's wrinkled, weathered old face was now so dark it seemed water could drip from it.
He showed not a hint of pleasure, instead erupting in towering rage!
He stretched out that calloused hand, pointing directly at Jiang Ci's calm face, his chest heaving violently.
"Are you dancing?!"
This roar left everyone utterly confused.
Dancing?
How could such a perfect, such a powerful and fierce movement be dancing?
Yuan Kui trembled with anger. He strode over to Jiang Ci in a few steps and snatched the horse lance from his hands.
"My thrust just now was meant to kill!"
He struck the ground heavily with the butt of the lance, producing dull *thud-thud* sounds.
"The horse is charging! The enemy is dodging! The spear is chasing a soul!"
"Every single movement I made was the only choice among countless possibilities!"
His voice echoed in the vast training ground.
"And you?!"
He stared fixedly at Jiang Ci with those eyes burning with fury.
"Your movements are perfect! Standardized as if carved from a textbook!"
"But inside, they're empty! Dead!"
"You're reciting a standard answer! You're not killing, you're just completing a beautiful gymnastics routine!"
"I, Yuan Kui, am filming war, not some goddamn stage play!"
Yuan Kui's words struck Jiang Ci's heart with immense force.
Jiang Ci understood instantly.
Yet, it seemed he didn't fully understand.
What the [Micro-level Motion Capture] gave him was the optimal solution.
The skill could give him the most standardized data, but on a battlefield, what standard answers exist?
Every swing of a weapon is a unique reaction driven by chaos and the instinct to survive.
Jiang Ci fell into deep thought.
He realized what he lacked was the memory of the first time a weapon was thrust into an enemy's body.
The confusion and contemplation in his eyes faded completely within a few short seconds.
Replacing them was an unprecedented, burning flame.
He looked at Yuan Kui again.
"Director Yuan."
He spoke, his tone incredibly solemn.
"I have a request."
"In a moment, don't hold back."
"Use all your experience to 'interfere' with me."
These words made even Yuan Kui's enraged face freeze in surprise.
He saw the unmistakable fighting spirit blazing in Jiang Ci's eyes.
This kid…
Yuan Kui stared at him for a few seconds.
Suddenly, he laughed.
"Good lad."
"You've got guts!"
He threw the horse lance in his hand aside and roared at his assistant behind him.
"Bring me my sticks!"
The assistant didn't dare delay, immediately retrieving two short sticks with thick foam padding wrapped around their ends from the equipment case.
They were props used only for internal sparring sessions within the martial arts team.
Though padded with foam, the shafts were solid wood. If struck with real force, the sensation would be absolutely unpleasant.
Yuan Kui took the two training sticks, hefted them in his hands, creating a *whoosh-whoosh* sound of cutting air.
He did not mount the mechanical horse again.
Instead, he walked directly in front of the mechanical horse, feet slightly apart, adopting a stance brimming with oppressive force.
He was preparing to take to the field himself.
To engage in the most primitive, most direct "practical combat sparring" with Jiang Ci atop the mechanical horse!