Chapter 150 The Dagger is Real

Chapter 150 The Dagger is Real
Not far away, Pearl gritted her teeth and fixed her gaze on Lia. Jealousy and resentment threatened to overwhelm her, and the venom in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

Show off then, bitch. I’ll make you eat it in front of everyone.

Lia kept pace, managing the fight with only slight panting. She had even refined her technique while sparring with these doubles.

However, the script demanded that she eliminate everyone when cornered, escape, and then return to the palace as His Majesty’s most favored mistress.

As the scene progressed, she showed signs of exhaustion. Two assassins pinned her down and seized her short dagger.

One assassin hissed a threat, flicked the dagger skyward, then caught it by the hilt so the point aimed straight at Lia’s heart.

In that instant, she saw the tiny point of the dagger, gradually expanding.

At the critical moment, as scripted, the two assassins loosened their grip on her. Seizing this opportunity, she leapt upwards, using one assassin’s shoulder as a springboard.

One assassin reacted swiftly, slapping her across the back.

The camera captured her eyes, which gleamed with murderous intent in the face of death.

Lia raised her hand, pinching the tip of the blade between two fingers.

With a sharp jerk, the section of blade—about a knuckle’s length—snapped clean.

She flipped backwards in mid-air, twisting her body so that the broken blade plunged straight into the heart of one of the assassins.

After dispatching the other two, she knelt on one knee and drove the shard into the throat of the last assassin, who was still clinging to life.

The wind blew.

The air seemed iron-sweet with blood.

Her entire body felt frozen in place until she was sure that the last assassin had taken his final breath. Only then did she rise.

Her steps were unsteady until she caught her sword, which was still embedded in the ground, to steady herself.

In that moment, she appeared to be a demon from hell, covered in blood and radiating an unyielding fury.

Silence.
Complete silence.

So quiet the leaves dared to whisper.

Lia was dressed in black and showed no visible bloodstains, yet her fingertips looked wet, as if blood clung where the eye couldn’t catch it.

Suddenly, she turned around, using the sword hilt as leverage.

During the fight, strands of hair had fallen loose and were gently brushing her eyes and cheeks.

Amidst the scene of corpses strewn across the floor, her exquisitely beautiful face resembled that of a fallen angel.

In that instant, countless images flashed through Lia’s mind: scenes of killing and bloodshed.

She felt as if she were truly an assassin who had claimed many lives.

She pinched herself hard, forcing those images from her mind. Yet, once they were gone, she tried to recall them, only to find herself unable to remember.

Lia picked up a broken sword from the ground and took steps forward.

She walked towards the director’s camera position.

Seeing her blood-soaked, menacing appearance, many crew members took a few steps back. “L… Lia, we’ve finished filming. Is there something wrong?”

After the scene had finished, everyone treated Lia with even more respect.

Her face was terrifying—like one more breath and she’d swing.

Lia glanced at a crew member, who felt a pressure like being doused in cold water, nearly freezing his entire body.

It was too terrifying.

Lia paused briefly before continuing forward. With an expressionless face, she swung her sword, and the blade took a corner off the table in one clean bite.

“Protect the director!”

“Oh my God! Is she still in character?”

“Aaaah! She’s going to kill someone!”

Zane, shielded behind the crew, clutched his chest and trembled as he pointed forward. “Camera! Protect the camera! If a single frame of Lia’s scene is missing, I won’t forgive you!”

“…”
She’s going to kill you!

Only Riley remained calm.

His gaze was fixed on Lia. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Lia was still holding the broken tip of the dagger between her fingers.

A cold smile touched her lips as she flung the tip forward.

It plunged into the table, burying halfway to the hilt.

Even then, no one had processed what had happened.

“This is a real sword.”

“A real sword? How could it be real? The prop swords are all fake!”

The prop master stepped forward and touched the blade. He didn’t notice his finger getting cut.

The blade was razor-sharp and instantly drew a bleeding gash.

His face twisted in shock. “It’s impossible.”

Only then did Zane and Riley realize that she was too exhausted to waste words—so she split the table instead.

This approach was incredibly bold!

Riley asked, “When did you realize the sword was real?”

“From the start.”

She’d known the moment she touched the dagger.

But she hadn’t stopped, holding back until now.

All the “corpses” on the ground rose to their feet. Upon hearing that the prop sword had been replaced with a real one, they all swarmed over.

The stunt coordinator still couldn’t believe it. After confirming this himself, his face shifted.

Zane asked, “What’s wrong? What did you find?”

The stunt coordinator shook his head and then stared at Lia with utter disbelief.

“She fought us with that real dagger the whole time without injuring any of us.”

“Whoa…”

The stunt double who had been stabbed in the neck by Lia suddenly clutched the wound and drew a sharp breath.

With everyone fixing on the situation, his reaction was noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong with you?”

The young man, suddenly the focus of so many eyes, flushed uncomfortably.

He pulled his hand away, revealing a bloodstain the size of a ballpoint pen tip. The bleeding had already stopped, but the small red mark stood out.

Everyone turned back to Lia, whose brow tightened.

The young man immediately explained, “It’s not her fault. She didn’t injure any of us. It was that final move—she lost control, but the tip of the blade was firmly wedged between her fingertips. She cut me by accident. And it’s nothing serious, just a minor scrape.”

The moment he finished speaking, gasps rippled through the crowd.

She’d fought over twenty “killers” with a real dagger and only injured one, leaving a wound barely the size of a ballpoint pen dot.

Oh my god, what kind of person was she?

Black belt wouldn’t cover this.

Zane finally pulled himself together and demanded, “Was there a problem with the props?”

The prop master broke out in a cold sweat. “Impossible! I double-checked everything beforehand.”

He hurried to the fight scene, inspected the swords, daggers and hidden weapons scattered on the ground, and then returned.

“Look—these are all fake. Only the one Lia held was real.”

Zane’s expression darkened. It was impossible to have checked thoroughly and missed only the one in her hand.

Riley tapped the table. “Zane, give me an explanation.”

Zane knew Riley wasn’t easily fooled. Plus, Lia kept surprising him. He’d already cast her in several upcoming roles in his mind before filming had even started.

He couldn’t let such a talent slip away.

He took this matter seriously. “Rest assured. I will investigate this.”

Pearl, scared out of her wits, quickly hid in the shadows before scrambling away.

Ava still couldn’t believe it. Lia…

She sensed that this woman would threaten her position.

Useless Pearl—only swapping Lia’s weapon? Why not hang a sign: sabotage here.

Ava stood up. “I’m heading back to the hotel.”

But no one paid her any mind.

She was used to being the centre of attention wherever she went and being treated like a prized possession on set. This was the first time she had been completely ignored.

Even her agent was glued to the scene.

Ava’s face darkened, calling her agent’s name. “We’re leaving.”

Only then did her agent remember that she was still there, and he scrambled to grab his bag and follow her.

Riley scrutinized Lia from head to toe. “How are you? Are you hurt?”