The words on the other end of the call made Yogan's entire body tremble.
Jackie Chan's familiar voice carried through the line, filled with excitement and a mischievous tone.
"I've already spoken with Chad Stahelski—the director of the John Wick series. You know who he is, right? The man himself is a master martial arts choreographer. His team, 87Eleven Action Design, is currently the most elite action design crew in all of Hollywood!"
He paused dramatically before continuing, his tone half playful, half serious.
"For the script, we'll use the one we discussed last time—the story of an Eastern martial artist conquering the world. But this time, we'll make it grander, more emotional, more passionate! A story that shows the world what true Eastern power looks like!"
Jackie Chan's excitement was infectious; even over the phone, it was impossible not to feel his energy.
"How about it?" he asked, laughing like an old rascal. "Tell me, is this team international enough? Is it top-tier enough for you?"
For the first time, Yogan felt his heart pounding wildly—not because of a fight, but because of the idea of making a movie.
This wasn't just filmmaking.
This was something far greater—a cultural counterattack.
A chance to use the West's most advanced cinematic tools to tell the story of a true Eastern warrior.
A chance to redefine what a hero meant to the world.
But Jackie wasn't done yet.
"Not enough!" he shouted suddenly, chuckling as he said it. "This team alone isn't enough! We also need a female lead who'll shut everyone up—a woman who represents the elegance and beauty of the East, yet has the fame and popularity to hold her own in Hollywood!"
Yogan could almost see the playful glint in Jackie Chan's eyes as he continued.
"Now, tell me honestly, my boy," Jackie teased. "Which domestic actress do you admire the most? Don't be shy! Speak freely! Your Big Brother still has some weight in the film industry. I'll make the call myself if needed."
Yogan froze.
The question caught him completely off guard.
An image appeared in his mind almost immediately—a face serene and ethereal, like an immortal descending from the clouds.
Liu Yifei, the actress whom he had long admired—the one known across Asia as the "Fairy Sister."
After a brief hesitation, he replied, almost sheepishly,
"Big Brother… I've always admired Liu Yifei."
There was a moment of silence, followed by a booming laugh on the other end of the line.
"Liu Yifei? Hahaha! Good boy, you've got taste! Leave it to me—I'll reach out to her personally. I think she'll be perfect for the role!"
The call ended, but Yogan sat there for a long moment, his thoughts racing.
This wasn't just about cinema anymore.
This was about representation. About proving to the entire world that Eastern talent could not only dominate the fighting arena but also command the world's biggest screens.
That they could create legends of their own.
As those thoughts filled his mind, his phone began to ring again.
He looked at the caller ID—Dana White.
"Yogan! My Champion!" Dana's booming voice roared through the line before Yogan could even say hello. "Did you see those damn news articles?!"
He was furious.
"That bastard Conor and that old fox Greenberg—how dare they drag my number-one P4P fighter through the mud! You're my cash cow, my champion, and they think they can tarnish that?! No way!"
After venting for a good half-minute, Dana's tone shifted abruptly.
"But listen—I just heard about Jackie Chan's plan. My God, Yogan, this is genius! Pure genius! You have to agree to it! This isn't just your counterattack—it's the UFC's counterattack!"
Dana White's business instincts were firing on all cylinders.
"Think about it," he said, his tone now full of excitement. "The UFC can fully back this project. We'll grant full brand authorization, even lend you real fight footage from your matches! The whole thing will feel authentic and massive!"
His voice grew louder, almost manic with enthusiasm.
"Just imagine—an international action blockbuster centered on a real UFC double champion. Do you have any idea what kind of global shockwave that would cause? It's a guaranteed success—for you and for the UFC!"
Yogan could almost feel Dana's grin through the phone.
Between Jackie Chan's sincerity, a world-class production team, the dream of working with Liu Yifei, and now the UFC's full backing—he knew he couldn't refuse.
He took a long, deep breath and called Jackie Chan back.
When the line connected, his voice was calm but resolute.
"Big Brother… I'm in."
Then he added, his tone firm and unwavering,
"But there's one condition. The film must fully accommodate my preparation schedule. I can shoot between training camps, but it must never interfere with my plan to become a triple champion. The Octagon will always remain my main battlefield."
Jackie's laughter rang out again, clear and confident.
"No problem at all, Yogan. You just focus on training. Leave everything else to me!"
With that, the deal was sealed—the greatest collaboration of his life.
An open conspiracy to conquer not just the fighting world, but the film world too.
After the call, Yogan leaned back, exhaling deeply.
The frustration and chaos of the past weeks—gone.
What replaced them was a sense of purpose, a roaring fire that burned brighter than ever.
He knew that creating a Hollywood-level S+ blockbuster was no small feat. It involved endless stages—refining the script, assembling the crew, global casting, financial negotiations. Every step was time-consuming and meticulous.
But with Jackie Chan handling the heavy lifting—backed by decades of experience and influence—Yogan could stay focused on what truly mattered: the Octagon, the blood, and the glory.
Jackie would handle the world of cameras.
Yogan would handle the world of fists.
It was the perfect balance.
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Yogan's "vacation" ended sooner than anyone expected.
After attending a few top-tier brand events and interviews, and finalizing the movie plan, he returned early to the AKA Training Gym in San Jose.
His return electrified the entire atmosphere.
Coach Javier Mendez watched his disciple's sharp, predatory eyes and nodded in satisfaction.
He knew this look—it was the look of a man who had tasted glory and wanted more.
A man no longer satisfied with being a double champion.
Yogan was now aiming for the impossible peak—a triple crown.
And to achieve that, he began what he called an "ultimate upgrade" of his already elite team.
He wanted no weaknesses—no cracks in his armor.
So he went out and recruited two legends, two "divine-rank" mentors who would shake the fighting world.
The first was none other than Freddie Roach, the legendary boxing coach.
Yogan personally flew to Los Angeles to visit him at the world-famous Wild Card Gym—a sacred ground for boxers.
At first, Roach didn't show much interest.
To him, Yogan was just another MMA fighter trying to box—a common story.
But then Yogan offered a massive consultation fee and challenged him to a light exchange session in the ring.
What happened next changed everything.
The moment they started, Yogan's movements stunned the old master.
His footwork—sharp and fluid.
His sense of distance—unreal.
Every dodge was precise, every counterstrike calculated to perfection.
When Roach threw a fast three-punch combo, Yogan weaved through it effortlessly and stopped a jab just a millimeter from the coach's nose—close enough for Roach to feel the air shift.
Yogan smiled and stepped back.
Roach stood frozen for a second, then laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
He had coached countless world champions—Pacquiao, Tyson, countless others.
But this young man in front of him… he was different.
This wasn't just talent.
It was instinct—born from countless battles fought in the cage and the soul of a warrior who refused to lose.
"Alright, kid," Roach finally said, grinning. "You've got something special. Let's make it even sharper."
That day, Yogan's team became something far greater.
He wasn't just training anymore—he was evolving.
His journey from fighter to legend had just entered its next chapter.
And somewhere out there, the film world was already buzzing—Jackie Chan had started the early stages of production, and Liu Yifei's team had reportedly expressed intere
st in the project.
Everything was falling into place.
The Octagon. The silver screen. The global stage.
Yogan was ready to conquer them all.