111: He is not a competitor, but a future colleague!

Martial Arts Director Li Kaiming stepped forward and announced loudly, "To all the actors, for this segment, each person will be assessed for five minutes, according to the drawing order. The assessment content for each person includes two aspects: first, martial arts action imitation. I will demonstrate a segment of martial arts movements; please observe carefully and imitate them quickly. The movements demonstrated for each person will be different, so there's no need to worry about fairness. Second, sparring, to assess practical combat ability."

Everyone nodded.

Soon, the first candidate appeared.

This person, named Qin Mingyuan, was a Peking Opera martial arts student, in his third year at the Huaxia Opera Academy.

Li Kaiming walked to the center of the area, "Then please observe my movements carefully and imitate them."

"Alright."

Qin Mingyuan stood back a bit.

Li Kaiming put away his smile, his expression stern. He took a step forward with his right foot, quickly threw a left punch, followed immediately by a right punch, two crisp and powerful straight punches. Then, his body sank, and his right leg swept out fiercely. After landing, he turned with the momentum, delivering a high kick with his left leg, his movements fluid and sharp.

Twenty seconds later, he stood steady, looked at Qin Mingyuan, and gestured for him to begin.

Qin Mingyuan bowed slightly, stepped forward, and imitated his movements, performing them once. The overall similarity was about seventy to eighty percent.

The first small segment was very quick, ending in just one minute.

Next was the sparring, and a martial arts actor in his thirties stepped forward.

After exchanging bows, the two began the sparring session.

Qin Mingyuan started with a cloud hand, his right leg kicking high, his movements light and graceful. Seeing this, the martial arts actor delivered a fierce straight punch. Qin Mingyuan dodged sideways, then followed with a spinning somersault. After landing, his left leg swept horizontally, his movements as fluid as flowing water. The two exchanged blows, one firm, one soft, with a tight rhythm, creating an intense yet aesthetically pleasing scene.

On the sidelines.

Jiang Haotian's mouth was slightly agape, staring blankly at the two's fight scene.

No, is it that professional?

He turned his head to look at Chen Fang.

In his heart, Chen Fang was the same kind of person as him.

That is... if you wished upon a Bodhisattva, saying, "Make me handsome!", the Bodhisattva could only shake his head and refuse: "How could such a difficult request be fulfilled? There's no one in the world more handsome than you already."

His eyes fixed on the movements of the two sparring, he nudged Chen Fang with his elbow, "Second Senior Brother, you, you're trying this?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his shoulder was hit, and Tang Chen's voice came from behind him, "Chen Fang is a decent person, speak properly."

Jiang Haotian still had his mouth slightly agape, staring intently at the two, "This is too amazing, isn't it? Brother Chen..."

Chen Fang turned his head, expecting him to say, "Can you do it?" but instead heard this guy say—

"What if you get hit in the face?"

"It's fine, in martial arts, only speed is unbreakable."

"Then you run faster."

Chen Fang turned his head, only to see Jiang Haotian staring at Qin Mingyuan, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This expression was very much like an emoji on his phone—a cat emerging from a sewer, looking out in surprise and exclaiming: Is this the world of the strong?

Chen Fang echoed, "Yes, you must remember the strategy of running fast."

"It's fine, I won't need it, I don't act in Wuxia films."

Jiang Haotian waved his hand, completely unaware of the deeper meaning in Chen Fang's words, and the kind of martial arts suppression he would face in the future.

Chen Fang was very helpless. He wanted to attack Jiang Haotian to get some negative emotion points, but now it seemed this guy couldn't be targeted.

Jiang Haotian was still incredibly excited, but the core team not far away had no reaction.

The director was not satisfied with Qin Mingyuan.

As a Peking Opera martial arts student, Qin Mingyuan was undoubtedly excellent among his peers.

However, the fight scenes of Peking Opera martial arts students are less about fighting and more about an artistic performance.

This is good, but the problem lies here. A Peking Opera martial arts student with deep kung fu would be fine. He was young and his kung fu was not yet perfected, which led to too much theatricality in his performance. For the role of Nine Gate Admiral, he lacked a certain inherent ruthlessness.

Soon, Qin Mingyuan finished his performance, and other actors went on stage one by one.

Half an hour later.

Chen Fang sat on the side with his arms crossed, his brows slightly furrowed.

He had to admit, there were experts.

In terms of combat power alone, there was only one person skilled in Tongbei Fist and Southern Fist who could fight him to a draw.

But for a Wuxia film, the other person's visual effect was clearly more suitable than his, and their style was more fitting.

He wasn't sure what rank that person's acting was.

To be safe, 1.2 million negative emotion points had to be spent.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Tang Chen nodded, "Go ahead."

Chen Fang went to the restroom, opened the system, and exchanged for Advanced Bajiquan.

The next moment, Chen Fang felt a slight warmth in his shoulder and elbow muscles, as if a warm current was flowing in. His core muscle groups also vibrated slightly, as if adjusting their force exertion method.

Two minutes later, his body returned to calm.

He raised his hand, gently clenched his fist, and moved his leg joints. He clearly felt that his elbow, knee, and shoulder joints had become tougher, suitable for moves like the heart-piercing elbow and iron mountain lean.

Chen Fang wanted to try it out, but after looking at his surroundings, he dismissed the idea.

Doing this in the toilet would be a bit awkward.

Let's go, back.

After sitting back down and watching a few more people perform.

Li Kaiming looked at him, "Next, number ten, Teacher Chen."

Chen Fang stood up.

The other candidates gave him a friendly smile.

Everyone assumed he would definitely join the crew. This wasn't a competitor, but a future colleague.

Chen Fang also nodded in acknowledgment, took off his windbreaker, and walked to the center of the area.

Lin Hong scrutinized his muscles, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes. As expected of a big star, the muscle effect specifically trained for visuals was indeed beautiful.

Li Kaiming walked over from the front, just as he did with the others, his face devoid of a smile, he nodded slightly, and said with a strong voice:

"Teacher Chen, you've studied Sanda for a while. This is already very rare for an amateur, but I won't go easy. I'll demonstrate a segment according to normal standards, please try your best to imitate it."

Although Li Kaiming's expression was serious, saying this was clearly giving him an out. Pointing out that he was an amateur meant that performing poorly would be normal.

He also said he wouldn't go easy, emphasizing fairness to the other candidates.

Chen Fang bowed slightly, took two steps back, "Alright, I appreciate it."