Chapter 98: The Ultimate Heartthrob

"Stuntmen, hurry up and beat this punk down, then drag him to the police."

Gao Hong was so enraged he felt his lungs were about to explode after being kicked to the ground.

It could be said that in all the years he had been a director, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a death-seeking extra, and the first time he had ever been punched by one.

"Relax, Director Gao. We'll beat the crap out of him."

A dozen or so stuntmen took the order and immediately jogged over, surrounding Chen Yufeng in a tight circle, all of them looking fierce as they flexed their knuckles.

Almost every one of them was a towering, muscular man.

And all of them had real training; aside from playing minor roles from time to time, they were mainly responsible for keeping order on set and dealing with any troublemakers.

Now that even the director had been hit, of course they were eager to show what they could do.

If they performed well, a little favor and promotion from the director would be a sure thing.

Normally, any one of them could easily handle three or five average men, but after seeing Chen Yufeng show off his skills, they knew this guy was no ordinary person. He really could fight.

So they no longer dared to be careless.

The burly leader barked at his men, "Brothers, this kid knows how to fight too. We can't underestimate him. There are more of us, so let's go together. No matter how good he is, we'll still beat him to the ground."

"Got it, big brother."

"Idiot, you dare hit Director Gao? Are your bones that hard?"

"You come to the set and cause trouble? Damn, you've got a death wish!"

As they shouted, the dozen stuntmen swarmed in at once, like tigers pouncing on prey, raining punches and kicks down on Chen Yufeng, who stood in the middle of them.

These men were all trained fighters.

So their punches and sweeping kicks were fast and fierce, and their strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. Their combat power was naturally nothing to scoff at.

At the very least, they could dominate a crowd of regular folks.

"Stuntmen, you're awesome and mighty! Beat that punk to death..."

"Come on, stuntmen! Crush him..."

Seeing them make their move, the crew burst into applause and cheers from the side.

They all wanted this shameless extra dead, for daring to forcibly kiss their goddess, Yang Luozi. Damn, he deserved to die...

The more the stuntmen felt the crowd's encouragement, the more fired up they became, and the harder they fought.

If it had been any other day, this would have been their moment to shine.

Unfortunately for them, today they had the bad luck of running into Chen Yufeng.

Watching the fierce-looking stuntmen swarm him, Chen Yufeng only gave a sly grin. His personal show was officially beginning.

"Showtime..."

His reward points were about to skyrocket again; he was one step closer to his goal.

Chen Yufeng was overjoyed.

With a sudden spring, he leaped high into the air, light as a swallow, somersaulted several times in midair, then landed in a graceful, flowing pose just as the stuntmen were stunned into momentary silence. In the next instant, he sprang up again.

He actually flew clean over the head of a stuntman who stood nearly six feet one.

"Holy crap, he flew! He's a flying man..."

"Damn, that jumping power is outrageous. Is he even human?"

Everyone was shocked.

And while they were still reeling, Chen Yufeng once again shot into the air, vaulted directly above the leader's head, and after landing, placed both hands on the man's skull.

Using his head as a pivot, he executed the most dazzling and stylish Thomas flare in street dance.

"My God, I've seen a lot of street dance, but I've never seen it done like this!"

"I've lived long enough to see this? A miracle, a true miracle..."

But even that was nothing.

Chen Yufeng's flair for showing off simply could not be stopped. After landing with effortless style, he launched himself upward again, at least ten to thirteen feet into the air, and after a flip, descended into an extremely cool handstand.

Using another burly stuntman's head as a pivot, he continued performing one flashy street-dance move after another.

That elegance, that swagger—who could compare?

"My heavens, it's like he's flying. Is this the limit of human jumping ability? No, this isn't the limit—it's a breakthrough beyond the limit..."

"How did he even manage such difficult moves? But damn, he looks so cool doing it..."

This scene left the crew, the actors, the director, the assistant director, Kim Cheol-hui, Yang Luozi, and everyone else, along with the surrounding crowd, completely stunned.

They could hardly believe their eyes. Their entire understanding of reality seemed to have been overturned.

Moments ago, those dozen or so formidable stuntmen had been roaring that they would beat Chen Yufeng senseless, but now they had become nothing more than props to make him look good and to highlight his fighting prowess.

They realized the opponent's power was simply too overwhelming, absurdly overwhelming. In front of this man, they had no ability to resist at all.

All they could do was be tragically kicked over.

"You... how can you be this good?"

"Such terrifying strength, and his jumping ability is just ridiculous. Is this guy even a person?"

The dozen stuntmen who had been kicked down stared blankly at that handsome face, utterly unable to accept the reality before them.

This kind of thing had only ever happened in films, yet now it was happening in real life.

No matter how hard they thought about it, they couldn't understand how this young man, who looked so ordinary, could actually be such a master of martial arts.

It could be said they had never lost face this badly in their lives.

In truth, Chen Yufeng had already held back quite a bit just now. After all, they were only hired hands drawing a paycheck, and he didn't particularly enjoy bullying people.

"Wow, he's so cocky."

"So overbearing, so carefree, so damn handsome. This is what a real leading man looks like. That cool, domineering, untamed style—those unbeatable hero vibes—who else can compare?"

"What a handsome oppa. He almost blinds my eyes. In all my years, I've never seen such a divine oppa. Oppa, take my knees. I want to have your babies..."

Some love-struck girls were already utterly bewitched by Chen Yufeng's godlike display, instantly elevating him to the status of a male idol.

Many of the extras were also deeply impressed, secretly thinking:

"With those skills, he could totally act in a martial arts film!"

"Exactly. This guy in a kung fu movie would be the very definition of typecasting. He'd absolutely blow up overnight and become a martial arts superstar, not just in the country but around the world!"

Chen Yufeng was already handsome and radiant to begin with, full of presence. Add that ancient costume on top of it, along with his overflowing aura of dominance and his extraordinary skills, and he really did have the bearing of a wandering hero.

Only, he was not here to uphold justice.

He was here to wreck the place.

Everyone on set had been stunned by Chen Yufeng's heroic display.

A dozen stuntmen had actually been knocked down in seconds by a barehanded young man?

Didn't they just say they were going to crush him? Yet the ending was so ironic. They had been completely crushed instead.

He could leap three to four meters into the air with one jump, even somersaulting in midair.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?

These crew members had been in the film industry for a long time and had seen plenty of scenes like this, but only on set, only as acting. In real life, were the lead actors really that formidable?

These stuntmen were the ones who usually appeared in movies as the cannon fodder beaten to a pulp by the protagonist.

But the reality was that any one of them could utterly crush those fair-skinned pretty-boy leads.

And yet what was happening now was real, and the other side was being completely overpowered.

Who had ever seen such a domineering monster?

Not only did he steal the lead actor's kissing scene, kick the lead to the ground, he also beat the director and the stuntmen so badly they had no ability to fight back.

There wasn't even a word strong enough to describe him as awesome.

Still, shock was shock, admiration was admiration. Some people were even silently shouting that he deserved the beating.

But this godlike young man was now the one causing trouble.

And there were already crew members with quick reflexes who had called the police...