Chapter 1084: 1084 The Other Shore Flower Heather (108)
Heather smiled inexplicably and said, "How about this, Director? Let’s shoot one scene as a trial. We’ll fight for real, no rehearsals, improvise, and deliver the most authentic fight scene."
"Hey, that won’t work!" The director looked exasperated. "You’re supposed to win this scene! And it has to look good!"
A few apprentices chuckled and said, "Master, just send the junior disciples in. Let them get so screen ti in the drama. A real fight? If we all go at her together, the girl won’t make it out alive. We’re not looking to take on any criminal liabilities!"
Heather replied to the director, "Did I ever say I was going to lose?"
Upon hearing her words, one of them sneered and said, "You want to take all of us on by yourself and still win? Forget it! Even if we don’t bring out our senior brother, who’s a champion, you wouldn’t last against the youngest among us!"
"Director, let’s settle this," Heather declared. "Everyone seems confident, so let’s get straight to it."
The director was completely flummoxed. "Miss, are you kidding?"
Master Zhang, a straightforward man, quickly apologized to Heather: "My apprentices don’t know their manners well and never hold back. They’ve embarrassed . Don’t take it to heart, I’ll make sure to teach them a lesson back ho."
Heather smiled and said, "It’s no issue, Master Zhang. Just tell them to give it their all. If anyone dies, I’ll take responsibility."
Everyone brushed off her last comnt as a joke, paying no mind.
"Alright, alright, soone go exchange a couple of moves with her. I’m out. Master, sorry, I misunderstood."
"Senior brother, wait for —"
Heather smiled slightly and said, "If you’re afraid of losing face to a woman, just admit it. Why bother running away?"
Honestly, she didn’t want to resort to such a low-level provocation, but she had no choice. Everyone naturally adopted an air of arrogance when confronting her rely because she was a woman. They had no idea whom they were dealing with.
At this, every single one of them stopped in their tracks.
"Woman, say that again?"
Heather didn’t flinch; instead, she walked directly toward the most prominent senior brother, standing almost eye-to-eye with him and said, "I said, you can’t handle losing."
Her calm deanor made swallowing this insult incredibly difficult.
The man referred to as the senior brother suddenly launched an attack against Heather. However, what happened next caught everyone off guard—what seed like an incredibly fast punch to them was effortlessly blocked by her palm. She countered with a soft yet nimble move, pushing him aside, then yanked him back powerfully. In an instant, she struck with a lightning-fast kick to his calf.
With a thud, the senior brother collapsed to his knees. Without giving him a mont to react, she hooked him from behind and sent him sprawling face-first onto the ground.
The senior brother didn’t even manage to land a single move before he was outright KO’d in front of everyone. All present were dumbstruck, their jaws wide enough to fit several eggs, unable to close their mouths for a long ti. Their minds went completely blank, devoid of any coherent thought.
The entire sequence lasted barely a second...
Heather, triumphant, planted a foot firmly on his back, pinning him down. With a smirk and a cold sneer, she said, "They call you senior brother and I expected so skill. Turns out all you’ve got are half-baked skills."
Heather had always been a queen-like figure; words from her mouth carried an inherent aura with just a single expression.
"Damn it... How dare you humiliate our senior brother like that!"
Heather’s actions ignited the fury of the remaining four Martial Arts Apprentices. Overco with hot-blooded rage, they didn’t care anymore about whether she was a woman or about fairness. They all charged straight at her.
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