I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 186 - 97: Sword and Dream

That all happened too fast.

Many of them were already Eighth-level Martial Artists.

And yet, they were all knocked down without so much as touching the hem of Zhao Rui’s clothes.

"Alright, get up. It’s not like I hit any of your acupoints."

Zhao Rui clapped his hands and said casually.

"Coach, you can hit my acupoints anytime!"

Just then, a woman on the floor, dressed in a sports tank top and shorts, winked coquettishly and spoke in a delicate voice.

Hearing this, the others all broke into knowing, sleazy grins.

They laughed as they looked at Zhao Rui, expecting such a young guy to be thin-skinned and easily embarrassed.

It was their way of scoring a point back, in a sense.

"Oh, really?"

Zhao Rui’s eyes glinted. He flicked a finger, and a burst of Mirage Finger Force shot across the distance, striking her Danzhong Acupoint.

With a yelp of pain, the woman collapsed to the floor again, curling into a ball and shivering uncontrollably.

"What’s wrong? Can’t even handle that little bit of Finger Force?"

Zhao Rui sneered.

"Coach, I was wrong!"

the woman pleaded instantly.

Zhao Rui glanced at the others. Seeing them all lower their heads, afraid to meet his gaze, he casually flicked a finger and released the pressure on the woman’s acupoints.

"Look, I get paid to teach, and you’re here to learn. We each have our own jobs to do. Understand?"

"Understood!"

The group replied in unison, no longer daring to be so cocky.

"How many people are still missing?"

"Three, Coach!"

Just as they were speaking, three tall, thuggish-looking men walked in from the hall entrance.

"Well now, you’re so young. Don’t tell me you’re the coach?"

"That’s right. My surname is Zhao. You can call me Coach Zhao."

After speaking, Zhao Rui waved his right hand. A blast of Gang Wind shot out, slamming the double doors shut.

The three newcomers’ pupils contracted. A faint smile touched their lips as they silently fell into line with the others.

"Alright, let’s begin the class."

Zhao Rui turned and picked up some training materials from the side. "According to the lesson plan, it’s time to work on the Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber," he said.

"I’d like to see your progress first."

Zhao Rui pointed to a man with a dragon-head tattoo and had him step forward. "Go get a weapon. Come at me with the Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber Technique."

The man raised an eyebrow, quickly grabbed a Wide-Backed Saber, and charged at Zhao Rui, slashing wildly.

From his ferocious expression, you’d think he had a blood feud with him.

’Replicable Martial Arts detected: Five Tigers Breaking Gate Saber. Replicate?’

’Replicate!’

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Rui sent a glow stick on a nearby table flying into his hand.

He then executed the Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Technique, engaging his opponent in battle.

"Your Inner Strength isn’t consistent... Your stances are too rigid..."

Zhao Rui casually offered pointers, drawing from his vast martial arts experience.

Five minutes later, he sidestepped, used the Silk Binding Hand to disarm the man of his Wide-Backed Saber, and tossed it to another student.

"Most of you have the same problems he does. When someone else is practicing, watch them carefully. Next!..."

The class proceeded naturally, following Zhao Rui’s usual teaching method.

This group’s martial arts were quite varied, which would be enough to keep Zhao Rui busy "instructing" them for a while.

「Less than a week later」

Zhao Rui received a call from Ouyang Xin. She told him that Director Wang Ping would be stopping by the Jeju TV Station for a while that afternoon.

His assistant told them to get there before two in the afternoon.

They should have time for a meeting then.

Zhao Rui had a good impression of Wang Ping.

Many of the shows and movies his family watched were directed by him. The quality was decent, and they had a nice, adventurous Jianghu feel to them.

’I wonder what he’s filming this time,’ he thought.

’If my song gets picked, I can have Mom and Dad watch it on TV and experience their son’s "charm."’

A little after one that afternoon, Zhao Rui and Ouyang Xin took a taxi and arrived at the provincial TV station right on time.

When they arrived, they contacted the assistant and were led into a modest reception room.

"You must be Xiaozhao and Ouyang! It’s a pleasure to meet you!"

The moment they met, Wang Ping greeted them warmly and shook their hands.

"I listened to your composition. It’s excellent! It has a very unique feel to it..."

After a few words of praise, Wang Ping got down to business. He motioned for his assistant to hand them a story outline and said, "The story begins during the Jiajing Period of the Ming Dynasty..."

When he saw they had finished reading, he asked with a smile, "So, what are your thoughts?"

"You’re practically insiders now, so feel free to say whatever’s on your mind."

"I don’t know much about acting, but I do have a few ideas for the music," Zhao Rui said.

Zhao Rui mentally ran through the martial arts theme songs from his past life that he could still hum, then spoke up.

"Oh? Let’s hear them,"

Wang Ping asked with a smile, his eyes lighting up.

Zhao Rui furrowed his brow slightly as if in thought. A moment later, he began to hum a few lines:

"My sword, where does it go? / With love and hate, one heart’s hard to bestow. / My saber slashes through the sky. / Of right and wrong, I see, but don’t know why."

After humming the lines, Zhao Rui fell silent.

"This song? This melody... these lyrics..."

Wang Ping and his assistant stared at him, their faces a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise.

They never expected Zhao Rui to find inspiration so quickly, and the lyrics had such an authentic Jianghu feel.

"Is that it?"

After waiting a moment and seeing that Zhao Rui wasn’t continuing, Wang Ping asked with a hint of disappointment.

"Yes, that’s all I’ve come up with for now."

"Young man, you’re a genius! I want this song! Finish writing it as soon as you can. And don’t worry, we can negotiate a good price."

Wang Ping said, making the decision on the spot.

"I’ll do my best."

Zhao Rui smiled and nodded.

"I have faith in you. I can’t join you for a meal today, I have a flight this afternoon. Once the song is done, I’ll treat you to a meal in the Capital City!"

Wang Ping said with a smile.

Seeing this, the pair didn’t linger. They exchanged a few more pleasantries and left the broadcast building, escorted by the assistant.

After the assistant saw them out and returned, Wang Ping, who was tapping his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, turned his head and said, "Add a temporary casting call plan for Dongqi University and the Eastern Martial Body."

"We’ll discuss the specific roles and schedule later."

"Understood, Director Wang!"

The assistant quickly nodded in agreement.