Chapter 535: Chapter 535

The boxing footage was enough; it was time for real combat.

After resting for half an hour and regaining her strength, He Jinxia started sparring with another boxer under the guidance of a stunt coordinator.

Both sides practiced individually a few times and, after verifying their readiness, they proceeded to put on protective gear.

The gear was designed to protect vital areas, such as the head, elbows, and knees, all conspicuously green.

During the actual fight, they targeted the protected areas, meaning they were fighting against the protective gear.

With post-production special effects, the green safety gear would be removed, making it look as though they were hitting the body directly.

To prevent accidents, the fighters slowed their actions, delaying a simple movement by about two seconds which otherwise needed only a second.

As the editing team would later speed up these scenes, the slow movements would appear fast, enhancing safety for the actors during the fight scenes on set.

In the distant past, for the sake of genuine impact, actors engaged in actual combat, requiring every stunt performer to purchase work injury insurance. In fact, some insurance companies would even refuse them coverage knowing they were stunt performers.

Because stunt performers belonged to a high-risk profession, the greater the salary, the higher the danger, aptly describing them.

The old stunt performers organized themselves into "XX classes" instead of forming a union.

But with the rapid advancements of the era and technological improvements, stunt performing has ceased to be a high-risk profession and is almost not viable anymore. Orıginal content can be found at novel_fіre.net

The production team prioritized the actors’ safety, and the need for real combat has greatly diminished—it’s a kind of phasing out by the age.

As Jinxia leisurely exchanged moves with her opponent, a thrilling martial arts scene seemed to be dissected into Tai Chi, with one core principle: slowness.

Any spectacular, thrilling action became dull under the principle of slowness.

The crew watched for over ten minutes, after which many chose not to continue and left for other scenes.

Although the spectators found it boring, Jinxia felt much more comfortable.

She had hurried into filming as soon as her plane landed, without any time to settle in, and acting in high-difficulty emotional scenes was particularly draining.

In her current state, achieving perfection was challenging, not to mention the intense boxing she had done earlier.

The leisurely pace of the fight scenes now helped her maintain her well-being.

An hour later, several martial arts scenes were completed, as was the day’s shooting.

Checking the time, the assistant director was surprised; filming had finished sooner than scheduled for the day!

Using just half a day, Jinxia had caught up with and even surpassed what was planned for a full day’s shoot.

The assistant director looked at Jinxia in amazement and couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up, "You’re really incredible!"

Jinxia shook her head modestly, "It was just luck that the scenes we shot were things I knew."

Her words were true; she had practiced boxing before and had experience with action scenes, so she adapted quickly. Moreover, her physical condition was good, all of which accelerated the filming process.

The assistant director, intrigued, asked, "Do you know Chinese Martial Arts?"

Before Jinxia could respond, the assistant director said, "It’s ..."

As he spoke, he gesticulated wildly, his body language rich and his expression excited.

However, He Jinxia had watched for a long while, only clearly making out his final move—

He stretched out his thumb, rubbed it on his nose, then spread his hands to strike a fierce POSE.

Uh... is this Bruce Lee, the pioneer of Chinese Martial Arts??

The assistant director performed a "demon’s dance", then eagerly asked again, "Do you know this one?"

He Jinxia blinked, a spark of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly felt intrigued.

A sly gleam crossed her eyes. She cleared her throat, placed her hands behind her back, and declared with the air of a transcendent hermit, "Chinese Martial Arts, of course I know them."

She extended one hand and made a "pinching" gesture, leisurely saying, "The Seventy-two Leg Techniques, the 36 Palm Techniques, the Eighteen Whip Skills—I have a rough mastery of all these. Which specific Martial Art are you referring to?"

Upon hearing this, the assistant director’s eyes turned starry, and he said in admiration, "What are these Martial Arts you speak of? They sound incredible."

He Jinxia: "I’m not talking about Martial Arts, but about categories of Martial Arts. Didn’t you ask if I knew Martial Arts? Which type are you referring to?"

The assistant director was even more impressed, "There are different types of Martial Arts?"

He Jinxia slightly tilted her head up, looking proud, "Of course! In ancient times, the Nine Yin Scripture served as a comprehensive guide, followed by the stunning emergence of the Kuihua Manual and Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Zhou Yi then appeared, extracting the essence to create the ’goose-step’ and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and then there were the Evil Avoiding Sword Manual and techniques from the Ancient Tomb Sect, and so on. So, which Martial Art are you referring to?"

The assistant director was utterly confused, asking blankly, "There are so many kinds of Martial Arts?"

He Jinxia sighed, "You can tell you’re not from the industry. Of course, there are types! In our Huaxia, there are sacred places for training, and there’s a saying—"

Her expression turned solemn and with great dignity, she clasped her hands forward, "Southern Boxing and Northern Leg, Shaolin Wudang Skill, Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Linked Palm, China has divine power!"

At these words, the entire place fell into silence, everyone was awe-struck by He Jinxia’s statement and the aura she emanated.

A gentle breeze blew, seemingly carrying with it a few swirling dead leaves; suddenly, at that moment, the crowd erupted into a wave of vigorous applause!

"So amazing, so this is Chinese Martial Arts!"

"It’s magical, it’s incredible, even more powerful than the witchcraft in our legends!"

He Jinxia’s ears twitched slightly, she glanced around, and her heart skipped a beat. When had so many people gathered around?

Not only was the assistant director present, but even the main director Wilson, Ola, Charles, and other key actors had rushed over.

He Jinxia coughed lightly, suddenly realizing that things might have gotten a bit too serious, it seemed she might have overplayed her hand.

What troubled her most was that she hadn’t yet demonstrated any Martial Arts, so why were those people fervently applauding and praising her skills?

Cough, cough, she wasn’t like the protagonists in fantasy novels, who could hurt people from afar just by uttering a word.

He Jinxia’s heart pounded, her gaze flickering uncertainly as she quickly thought about how to salvage the situation. Suddenly, she noticed a fake snake among the props nearby, her eyes lit up, and she declared loud:

"Chinese Martial Arts are profound and extensive. I only know a little bit. Since everyone is so eager to see, then I’ll humbly give a demonstration!"