A rough and hoarse sound of fighting resounded throughout the classroom.
This was completely different from Yu Wenliang's youthful and tender appearance, and the unruly voice he used in his preliminary poetry recitation.
If he portrayed a passionate young man with lofty aspirations like Li Bai in the preliminary audition, then in this re-audition, he was more like a soldier who had trained in the army for three years and lost his voice!
Acting is not only 'performed' but can also be 'spoken', relying on a solid foundation in dialogue and Vocal Music.
The examiners all watched his performance in unison:
"Such a murderous word, it doesn't sound like something a Shaolin martial monk would shout."
"He's portraying more of a young soldier who has been preparing for many years, eager to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy?"
"His foundation in dialogue and Vocal Music is very strong, I know that, but his every move... it also feels like he's practiced?!"
The department head was very interested in martial arts and recognized at a glance that Yu Wenliang had a martial arts foundation.
However, every move felt incredibly powerful, yet it was impossible to tell which school or style it belonged to.
Strange, could it be his own creation???
"I don't understand it, but it feels very powerful."
Yang Mi stared at Yu Wenliang's well-defined physique, her lips curving slightly upwards as she secretly swallowed her saliva.
Liu Jingming, as Yu Wenliang's Acting teacher, was completely unaware that his disciple knew martial arts. His eyes widened in surprise, staring at him without even blinking...
"Father!"
Yu Wenliang finished his practice, clasped his hands, and knelt on one knee, looking with great conviction at the empty space in front of him, which he addressed as "Father," and said loudly: "Although this battle is difficult, I can defend the city alone and will never retreat a single step, unless I am dead, the enemy will never be able to enter the city!"
Father?
Defend the city?
Enemy army?
The clear dialogue revealed three distinct pieces of information:
The persona of a young general entered the examiners' minds, making them suddenly understand.
So that's how it was.
Martial monks don't fight to the death.
Only soldiers do...
The next moment, Yu Wenliang casually picked up the camera stick beside him, as if holding a divine weapon weighing dozens of pounds. The muscles in his right arm became even more prominent, veins bulging. In his mind, he had returned to that ancient battlefield where he, as a young general, defended Jing Province without retreating a single step.
Facing the Pei assassins, each holding a Pei umbrella.
Yu Wenliang showed no mercy, his hand rising and falling with the blade, cutting through the chaos like a hot knife through butter.
In the eyes of the examiners and candidates, Yu Wenliang, holding a long stick, used a strange and even terrifying "saber technique." Although it was just a camera stick, it produced a cracking sound as it cut through the air.
It was as if many invisible enemies had appeared before him.
Yu Wenliang placed the long saber behind his back, blade facing down, and chopped vertically from top to bottom!
A mere plastic stick, when it struck the hard ground, left white marks!
"This is a chopping saber!"
The department head, who understood martial arts well, his eyes lit up. To play the role of a soldier, he had visited many famous martial artists, especially masters from saber-wielding families, to learn saber techniques. The most basic saber techniques shared the same origin.
The department head was very satisfied; it was quite good for someone so young to have learned the chopping saber.
But the next scene made his jaw drop, and he murmured in surprise:
"Chop, lift, thrust, block, hack, intercept... How does he know all of them!"
In less than a minute, Yu Wenliang demonstrated the six most classic and common saber techniques, and it wasn't in the form of a martial arts performance. Instead, it was more like a real battle on the battlefield, fighting to the death against real enemies.
Every cut was made without mercy, the movements continuous and fluid.
Every attack was evaded by skillful body movements.
Yu Wenliang even "performed" blocking an attack aimed at his face with a horizontal saber, making it incredibly lifelike.
The examiners all got goosebumps.
Isn't this a classroom?
Where did you take me!
How does it feel like this place has become a battlefield? Is this still even China...?
The aura emanating from Yu Wenliang's every move was not the masculine energy of a martial artist, but the murderous intent that only comes from fighting to the death in a bloodbath. It was not only eerie and terrifying, but anyone who got close to him would feel their legs go weak and tremble, not daring to meet his gaze.
Some candidates nearby, who lacked self-control and conviction, were affected by this aura in their performances.
They tried their best to act, but every time that sound of cutting through the air rang out, they couldn't help but shrink their necks.
Guan Xiaotong, who was playing a Peking opera apprentice, was also drawn to him, and her performance even faltered.
She thought to herself, isn't this performance the script Director Fu gave us?
Director Fu, behind the camera, grew more and more excited, his mouth splitting into a wide grin.
After the last phone call, he had given him the script and told him to prepare for the internship.
But he never expected him to be able to prepare to this extent in just over ten days!
He's found a treasure...
Perhaps only Zhou Ye in the entire examination room was completely unaffected. She remained immersed in her role as an ancient young lady, even able to embody the character's demeanor and react appropriately to Yu Wenliang's performance.
This was because Zhou Ye had watched it too many times at home, and she was tired of calling him crazy.
She was used to even the most terrifying movements.
How could she be affected?
"Whew..."
Yu Wenliang ended with a retreat and a return of the saber, a technique he named "Thunder Half-Moon Slash," killing the last enemy. He stood in place, leaning on the camera stick, gasping for breath, his entire face covered in sweat, as if he were a grim reaper who had emerged from a pile of corpses.
One man, one saber, cut a bloody path!
"Father, I held it."
Yu Wenliang's voice trembled as he looked up at the sky, then finally collapsed from exhaustion.
!!!
The examiners' hearts were in their throats.
Liu Jingming almost stood up.
Yang Mi covered her red lips, her fox-like eyes wide with shock. She was scared!
"Time's up!!!"
At the department head's command.
The candidates finally ended their performances.
Yu Wenliang, who was "dead from exhaustion," slowly got up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at a worried Liu Jingming. A sunny smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head, indicating that he had just been Acting and was fine...
The department head wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and asked:
"Candidate No. 1041, have you practiced martial arts or learned saber techniques before?"
"Not specifically..."
Yu Wenliang lied without hesitation: "I just like to read Jin Yong and Gu Long's wuxia novels, and watch TV series adapted from them, as well as wuxia movies like 'Hero'. I just explored and taught myself online; it was all random practice."
Random practice?
Then what about those young disciples from the saber-wielding families?
How can they save face?
The department head's heart was in turmoil, but he remained calm on the surface, smiling and nodding:
"Then you practiced quite well. I also like martial arts. Let's exchange pointers when we have time..."
Exchange pointers, teacher?
I'm afraid if I make a mistake.
I might accidentally injure you!
Yu Wenliang was still immersed in the character he had just portrayed. He cupped his hands and bowed to the examiners, then followed the same group of candidates as they orderly exited.
This time, the students' gazes were not of hatred, but of fear...
Those who were in the same preliminary poetry recitation audition as Yu Wenliang might have hated him, wondering why they were in the same examination room. But this time, seeing Yu Wenliang's murderous martial arts foundation and his punching technique that could probably kill them with one blow, they all fled in embarrassment, feeling wronged.
Oh my god, I'm in the same exam as this monster again. We're completely outclassed!
Zhou Ye walked beside Yu Wenliang, poked his bulging arm, and asked curiously:
"You've only been training for a few days, and your muscles are already showing. The results are so good, is it real or fake?"
"Why, do you want to try if my muscles are hard?"
"Get lost..."
Zhou Ye's ears turned red, and she rolled her eyes in disgust, though her heart was secretly racing.
Are you hard?
I don't want to try!
Yu Wenliang lowered his sandbag-sized fist, tilting his head in confusion. Did she misunderstand???
Why are you blushing like a teapot!
"Student Yu Wenliang~"
"Don't go!"
Yu Wenliang turned around and saw Guan Xiaotong running towards him, her long, straight legs striding, her hand covering her gracefully upright chest in front of her black Physical Form attire.
Why is she here?