Chapter 986: Chapter 984: Excitement
“Script Constraint”
Not only does it refer to actors being unable to perform actions that severely violate the script’s requirements, but their actions and movements during the performance must also conform to the film’s settings, maintaining within the limits of a ‘normal person’ as much as possible,
whether it’s running, jumping, or various moves during combat, none can exceed an ordinary person’s capacity too much (within about twice this capacity), ensuring a more immersive Cult film experience, lest it ventures into fantasy film territory.
The final showdown is no exception,
Without the director’s instructions or the actors intentionally lowering their level, the pages of the script wrap around Miles and Yi Chen like mummy bandages, limiting their speed and power.
However, things not captured by the camera and that won’t impact the visual performance won’t be restricted,
such as the murderer’s most important aura, also known as the aura of slaughter or carnage,
and notably, certain critical combat skills that are not visibly evident,
Killing with the strength of an ordinary human, Yi Chen is not only unperturbed but quite familiar, given that this was his profession in life.
The only task left for him now is to condense everything he’s learned over the years,
whether it be slaughter or death,
whether divine or plagued,
to center them on the golden lungs, to precipitate through breathing.
To let all things condense within a mortal body, as if returning to his former life, to when he escaped the Orphanage, becoming a specialist hunter of ‘murderers’ with latent evil tendencies.
Treating Michael Myers as a super difficult hunting target, and indeed, immensely powerful.
The former Tenth Disaster since birth had been engaged in ‘singular slaughter’ across different worlds, never stopping, until the slaughter led to death.
The current total number of killings is 110,193,130,
[Billion Killings]
This magnitude of slaughter has long caused a qualitative change, even if the previous Tenth Disaster’s Physical form is obliterated, the vessel destroyed, and only a portion of consciousness remains between the mask, yet the carnage incurred by the killing total doesn’t diminish much.
Currently, thanks to the compatibility with the lead actor Bandi Batol, reaching about 80% synchronization rate, though not peaking in form, not too far off as well.
Yi Chen’s targeted kills are far fewer, and the sin he committed was only a form of redemption for himself.
Even though he cannot match up to Miles in any aspect, oddly, the aura Yi Chen exudes hasn’t weakened much.
…
Orphanage, Director’s Office.
At the age of only eight, Yi Chen stood panting in front of the desk, his naturally hanging fists dripping with blood.
Just now, he had beaten the PE teacher beyond recognition, shattering his skull with fractures, life and death uncertain.
“Openly resisted and attacked the teacher during class, causing serious injury. He may die during the course of being sent to the hospital. You… are fantastic!”
Thinking Director Cao would unleash unprecedented fury, executing Yi Chen on the spot, yet unexpectedly, what he received was a soft and warm embrace.
“Let’s take a look at his resume, the PE teacher whom you nearly beat to death, was quite impressive before, you know?
Fifteen years ago, he was part of a national team for an international decathlon competition, grabbing a silver medal. Due to personal issues, though fired, he went on to a renowned underground team—[Sai Men] to engage in various free combats.
Record of 260 wins and 91 losses, achieving up to an eighteen-consecutive-win streak.
And later scouted to participate in surface events, twice consecutively the middleweight international champion, later due to personal reputation and various negative news, banned from contests for life.
Our HR spotted and recruited him here afterward.
While defeating him was only a matter of time, achieving this at eight years old utterly blows my expectations; truly phenomenal!
Do you know why you were able to defeat?
“I don’t know…”
“The reason is simple, you’ve been challenging the formidable since young, constantly aspiring upwards. What you detest, long to obliterate, desire to challenge, have always been those stronger than you.
Whereas this guy long ceased being the aspiring lad of years past. Since arriving at the Orphanage, becoming conceited, reminiscing former glories, looking down on the present, viewing all he sees as weaker, inferior.
Through years of employment here, he solely vanquished the weak, never again savoring the stronger’s essence, gradually and unconsciously turning soft.
Remember, henceforth, should you truly walk free from the Orphanage, tasked with operations worldwide or realizing self-worth, forever take the strong as your target.
Absolutely avoid oppressing or slaughtering the weak, as it only renders you flaccid, utterly unbearable.
The ecstasy of slaying a genuine strong opponent, unmatched by slaughtering millions of the weak. I’ve been fortunate to experience this ecstasy once, so much so that despite aging, I yet retain the vigors of youth.”
Cao’s tongue swept his lips, noticeably invigorated.
The eight-year-old Yi Chen, head bowed, queried, “Will I feel this ecstasy in killing you?”
“You’ll know if you truly succeed in killing me. If you manage it, please don’t immediately execute the teacher. I wish to behold your feelings then, whether a resounding roar, ecstatic release, or boundless dance…”
…
Reality, Filming Site.
Against a background of blazing fire,
A woman’s arm appearing only to him emerged behind Yi Chen, crimson lips brushing his ear.
“Enjoy yourself.”
At this moment, Miles’ cold dining knife, laden with surging murder aura, came slashing head-on!
A blade few disasters dare openly intercept,
Yi Chen felt it equally so, a script-imposed restraint immobilizing him, simultaneously bound by the quagmire of slaughter.
Upon being struck physically, boundless slaughter would invade, inflicting irreparable, severe trauma, akin to a human’s body being slashed open.
Yi Chen didn’t attempt shaking off the script’s shackle, neither forcefully dodged,
He simply raised the prop given by the crew, a butcher’s knife from the witch’s cellar.
He lifted the blade overhead,
seemingly attempting to parry Miles’ attack,
Clang! Blade collision.
Miles’ absolute power pressing down Yi Chen’s intercepting blade continuously sinking, appearing imminent to cut into his body.
Crack~
A crisp sound from his wrist, entire wrist joint mobilized.
“Skill”
Though not matching the opponent in power, he was able to alter Miles’ chopping path by redirecting the power, merely slashing Yi Chen’s attire.
The perpetually expressionless Yi Chen at this moment revealed a smile.
His footsteps began changing, speed precisely retained within script constraints, ensuring the camera captures each movement, appearing as if dancing.
This scene had William (in disguise), standing at the crowd’s outer edge holding a mop, eyes wide, nearly letting eyeballs pop out.
“Yi Chen is… excited! Truly rare, never in the clash with Art nor battling the Great Emperor was he this invigorated!”
Is it a confrontation of the same type? Or regaining ‘Ego,’ spectacular! Thankfully didn’t miss out; this frame is utterly splendid.
I want to snapshot it in my mind, hang it on the Theater’s wall! Hang it over the bed!”
Treading with a stepping dance-like motion, Yi Chen swiftly emerged behind Miles.
Going for a beheading?
Miles instinctively lifted a hand to his nape, given during their ongoing nightly Thought duels, Yi Chen’s favorite was beheading.
This time, however, was different, the targeted neck strike did not come as expected.
Rather icy coldness slid through between his legs, severing primary ligaments and Achilles tendons,
No matter how distinct Miles is, he remains a cinematic character’s projection, fitting its narrative. When the leg’s support is undermined, the human body naturally kneels.
This kneeling with the head leaning forward, aligned with the perfect execution posture.
Sigh…
An extremely cold breath exhaled from Yi Chen’s mouth.
Swing!
The blade’s gleam overshadowed the passionate fire backdrop.
Bang!
Chopping onto Miles’ neck, the prop knife fragmented inch by inch,
The shattered blade pieces scattered like glass shards, even so, Yi Chen’s expression remained unchanged, tight-gripping the hilt, completed the entire beheading motion,
Swish!
A wholly unscathed Miles turned, plunging the dining knife through Yi Chen’s chest, blood splattered…