Chapter 301 – Ling Yun Rebuilt After Destruction

For a moment, as the conflict between the two intensified, the dozens of extras on set were utterly dumbfounded, clearly unsure of what to do. Eventually, they all succumbed to the spectacle of real blades and genuine combat unfolding before their eyes.

The Black-Clad Man, wincing in pain, saw Ye Kuang charging at him again and couldn’t help but shout, “Young hero, wait, please wait…”

Only then did Ye Kuang realize belatedly that this was a filming set.

At this thought, he couldn’t help but glance around. Noticing everyone staring at him as if he were a monster, he forced himself to stay calm but didn’t hold back with his words: “Cut the crap. Do you think calling me ‘young hero’ will make me let you go? Are you out of your mind? Did you forget to wipe the sleep from your eyes and see the situation clearly?”

His words provoked a wave of snorting laughter from the crowd.

Even the bald director burst into laughter, repeatedly praising, “Well said, brilliantly put! Timely acting, timely intensity—interesting, true to character, I like it… If you could make the personality even more arrogant, it would perfectly capture the jianghu spirit. If it weren’t for all the deceit, it would truly depict a world of swift vengeance and fierce retribution…”

Hearing this, the Black-Clad Man trembled all over.

Whether it was from excitement or sheer exasperation was unclear.

But it had to be said, it was only at this moment that the Black-Clad Man truly grasped the vast and growing gap between himself and Ye Kuang.

“You’re ruthless, kid. But if you think this is enough to deal with us, you’re dreaming.”

With that, the Black-Clad Man inexplicably raised his voice and shouted, “Brothers, charge together! Don’t leave it all to me. I’m not made of iron either.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but change his expression.

These people weren’t genuine martial artists; each one was clearly an actor without any real fighting skills.

There was no denying it—the Black-Clad Man’s intentions were downright despicable, blatantly trying to use the extras to create confusion and seize the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

“Ho ho ho…”

“Brothers, you hold the front. I’ll command from the rear.”

“What? You want us to go first? Why don’t you go die?”

Amid the clamor, the noise pierced the air, delighting the onlookers.

But the bald director wasn’t having it. He roared in fury, “Where the hell is the editing team? Cut everything I just said later!”

As he spoke, the director continued shouting, “Are you all deaf? Listen to him—he’s your leader now. Attack with everything you’ve got! No one stops without my permission. Continue!”

Round two, action!

“Don’t get cocky, kid. Watch how your granddad teaches you a lesson!”

“If you’re a real man, follow me! Anyone without guts, step back!”

“Waa ya ya! There are so many of us. Even if we each spit once, we could drown this guy. What’s there to fear? Charge with me!”

In an instant, the entire set descended into chaos. With everyone shouting in unison, it felt as though they had strayed from the script, improvising and performing on the fly.

Hearing the overwhelming jeers, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel unsettled: “These actors are something else. They’ll say anything, not even knowing who they’re up against, treating the set like it’s all part of the script…”

With that thought, he abruptly raised his fingers and surged forward.

Wherever he passed, the charging momentum of the Black-Clad Men came to an abrupt halt.Seeing this, the bald director couldn’t help but gasp, then struggled to contain his inexplicable excitement.

At that moment, the Black-Clad Man also let out a startled cry: “Pressure Point Technique! I know it too…”

No sooner had he spoken than the Black-Clad Man immediately launched into an impromptu demonstration of pressure point strikes and releases with Ye Kuang.

This, however, brought misery to dozens of extras, who were horrified to discover that the two were genuinely going at it like monsters.

They would occasionally manage to move a little, only to be frozen in place again moments later.

One person had just stammered: “D-i-r-e-c-t-o-r… a-r-e y-o-u s-e-r-i-o-u-s?” when another chimed in: “H-e-l-p… I q-u-i-t.”

The intermittent scenes left the entire filming crew staring in stunned silence.

“When did we ever have this kind of plot?”

“Who cares? This is getting interesting.”

“Right, all three teams stand ready to intervene at any moment.”

Ho ho ho!

Thus it was predictable that when plans failed to keep up with changes, the curtain rose on “the greater the changes, the more uncontrollable the situation.”

“Bold rebels! Surrender immediately or face execution!”

Just then, a distinct team of sword-bearing guards arrived promptly, silently drawing their blades in unison.

At that moment, over a hundred horsemen came galloping in, encircling the entire scene.

Seeing this, the Black-Clad Man couldn’t help but beat a retreat: “Fall back, fall back…”

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Kuang seized this brief interval to finally free his hands.

He dashed forward with lightning speed, forcefully bypassing dozens of people to block the Black-Clad Man’s escape route.

Black-Clad Man: “Kid, this is beyond your jurisdiction.”

Ye Kuang: “Whether it’s my business or not doesn’t matter. Every common man shares responsibility for the world’s welfare.”

Hearing this, the Black-Clad Man was practically thunderstruck, then let out a strange cry: “Fine! Then die for me!”

Ye Kuang raised his arms to block while his right foot shot out swift as thunder, delivering a powerful sideways kick.

Boom!

The Black-Clad Man crossed his arms, choosing to take the blow head-on. As the loud impact echoed, he found himself trapped within the encirclement.

Ye Kuang leaped up, reaching to grab the Black-Clad Man.

The force behind that claw was as sharp as steel hooks.

Even solid metal would have shattered upon impact!

But surprisingly, everyone had underestimated the Black-Clad Man’s ruthlessness.

He was then seen casually lifting a companion and hurling him into the air.

Meanwhile, his own figure drifted swiftly away.

Ye Kuang caught the flying person with one hand, landing lightly on the ground.

But when he looked ahead again, he saw the Black-Clad Man kick a sword-bearing guard, then tug the reins to make a quick escape.

Ye Kuang soared into pursuit without hesitation.

Three breaths after they left the set, this “clash of titans” had stirred up countless shockwaves.

Meanwhile, several miles away.

Ye Kuang caught up to find the Black-Clad Man standing with his horse, as if waiting for his arrival.

“Hahaha, you’re getting stronger, brother,” the Black-Clad Man suddenly laughed.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang leaped forward.As he advanced, he remained constantly vigilant against all potential threats around him.

Seeing this, the Black-Clad Man suddenly chuckled: “Don’t overthink it. There are no outsiders here. Tell me, how did you end up becoming an extra? This doesn’t seem like your usual self.”

While speaking, the Black-Clad Man pulled aside his black face covering, revealing a familiar true face.

One wouldn’t have known without looking, but seeing it inevitably brought surprise.

This person was none other than the great disciple of the Xiao Yin Sect, Ling Yun, who had broken through and rebuilt himself!

In contrast, Ye Kuang spoke with a continuous cold tone: “Who are you?”