My Wandering Swordsman

Before anyone could react, the Flower Monk had already made his move.

He strode forward, grabbed a burly man, and slammed him down.

The strength of the monks is truly remarkable.

There was a "click" sound.

Still in a daze, the burly man's knee slammed into the stone slab, drawing blood instantly. Before he could even scream, the monk delivered another elbow strike, hitting him on the back of the head, causing him to collapse to the ground unconscious.

I didn't stay idle either. Taking advantage of the chaos, I rushed up to the eldest prince and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and loud.

The eldest prince was spun around halfway by the blow, and the gauze on his face was askew.

This kid probably didn't expect me to dare to make a move now; he looked completely taken aback.

"No, you really don't recognize me?"

"I know Nima!"

I followed up with a spinning side kick, landing squarely on his chest. He let out a "uh" and flew backward, landing flat on his back.

He finally realized what was happening and roared at the burly men:

"What are you waiting for? Get him! Take him down!"

The remaining four burly men exchanged a glance and charged over with howls.

I chuckled, tossed my coat aside, and strode over to meet him.

The leader of the group swung his fist at me, but I dodged to the side, using his momentum to pull myself aside. I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and delivered a powerful punch to his elbow with my right.

"Click".

The cracking sound of dislocated joints.

The man screamed in pain, and his arm immediately went limp.

Another one rushed in from the right and kicked him.

I lowered my body, my knees turned outward, and I took the kick. Then I swung my foot back and left a mark between his legs.

When you hit someone, don't hit their ribs, hit their legs at the root. Remember this trick, and you won't be afraid of any thug.

"hiss--"

The extras around me saw what I did, and they all felt a sharp pain in their phallus and gasped at the same time.

As for the poor guy who got kicked, he rolled his eyes, knelt down without even twitching.

The remaining two sensed something was wrong, reached into their pockets, and pulled out two gleaming folding knives.

The Flower Monk spat, "You son of a bitch, you even brought a weapon?"

Baolin Temple had long since exhausted all its tricks of swords, spears, clubs, and the Eighteen Bronze Men. He chuckled and charged straight at the blade.

Before the man could make a move, the monk slapped the wrist of the man holding the knife, sending the folding knife flying a long way. He then kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying three meters away, crashing into the stone steps and knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Seeing this, the last burly man dared not step forward and turned to run away in fear.

I rushed over, grabbed him by the back of his collar and slammed him down, my right knee hitting his lumbar spine. With a "uh," the man sprawled on the ground, limbs outstretched, and never got up again.

Less than two minutes.

Five burly men lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, none of them able to move.

The entire room fell silent.

The extras stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape. They'd always seen me joking around with the monk, all carefree and nonchalant—who would have imagined I'd be so ruthless?

There was silence for about three seconds.

Someone shouted, "Good!"

Then the whole courtyard erupted in chaos.

"Well played!"

"He deserves a beating!"

"Brother Ji, go for it!"

"You grandson surnamed Lü, don't be a coward if you dare!"

The extras were used to being bullied, and today, seeing the Crown Prince and his men being beaten to the ground, their pent-up resentment erupted like a volcano, with applause, cheers, and whistles filling the air.

I glanced back at the Flower Monk.

The monk was wiping the blood from his fist with his sleeve, grinning, "That was satisfying."

I laughed too.

The two people strolled slowly toward the eldest prince, one after the other.

The eldest prince had already gotten up from the ground and was leaning against the rockery. Looking at the men lying haphazardly on the ground, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he could barely speak.

"You, you, you dare..."

I crouched down, looking at him with a smile: "What would I dare?"

"You...you..."

"Snapped!"

I slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

He swung it backhand again.

"Snapped!"

One more time.

To be honest, I didn't feel anything about slapping people before, but now I'm getting more and more comfortable doing it, and it's even gradually becoming a bit addictive.

The eldest prince's face swelled up at a visible speed, and his lips swelled up like sausages.

"Ugh... Stop, stop hitting me..."

I grinned: "Where did your bravado go? Weren't you going to strip my woman off? Come on, get started."

"Mmm, mmm~"

"What? You want me to strip you again?"

"Snap—"

Another slap landed.

The eldest prince's face was covered in tears and snot, and he was making muffled noises, unable to utter a single sound. I've finally learned the trick of hitting someone in the mouth first.

I didn't give him any reason to beg for mercy. I grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and dragged him to the two extras lying on the ground.

"Kneel down!"

The eldest prince's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Apologize to them!"

"Ugh... oh, oh..." He couldn't speak coherently at all.

Seeing his pathetic state, the Flower Monk slapped him across the face again, his face full of menacing features: "Damn it, my brother Ji made you apologize!"

"Yes, no..."

The eldest prince was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, but his lips swelled up even more.

Ruan Tang gently poked my lower back:

"He seems... unable to apologize."

I couldn't help but laugh: "Is this something you should be worrying about? Who told you to be so sarcastic?"

The eldest prince looked at me with teary eyes, his gaze full of pleading.

Now that we've laid it all out, I can't force him any further, so I grabbed the back of the eldest prince's head.

"Fine, since you can't apologize, then kowtow."

I pressed down hard, and with three loud "bangs," the bluestone slab shook three times in a row.

The two extras who had been beaten were helped to their feet by Ruan Tang.

One of them opened their mouth as if to say something, but their eyes reddened first.

The other one gave me a deep look, his lips trembled, and in the end he said nothing, but nodded heavily.

A nod is worth a thousand words.

I patted them both on the shoulder without saying anything more.

This kind of kindness is enough to keep in one's heart.

That wasn't all. I grabbed the eldest prince by the hair and led him toward the group of extras.

"Will you dare to come again?"

The eldest prince shook his head frantically.

"Do you still dare to hit extras?"

He shook his head frantically.

"Do you dare to cause me trouble again?"

He shook his head frantically.

This caused everyone in the courtyard to shout.

"Brother Ji is awesome!"

"Hengdian's toughest man!"

"From now on, Brother Ji will be my real brother."

The sounds rose and fell, making the roof tiles vibrate. The extras whistled, clapped, and many even had tears in their eyes from excitement.

I grinned, about to say a few more words—

"Stop it, all of you!"

A loud shout came from the back of the crowd.

After the words were spoken, the entire room fell silent for a moment. I narrowed my eyes. What? Someone's trying to dampen my spirits at this crucial moment?

If nothing unexpected happens, it will probably be...

The next second, Assistant Director Wang led a few people and squeezed in from outside the crowd.

The moment I saw the man's face, I sneered inwardly, knowing it was you, you son of a bitch.

Assistant Director Wang's face turned ashen. He strode up to me and roared, "Ji Xiaosong! Are you crazy? Fighting on my set? You want to go to jail?"