ryethenovel Chapter 438 Let's Get Excited!
Chapter 438 Let's Get Excited!
The verbal battle escalated in the square.
"You green-skinned dwarf, is that dancing? That's an epileptic seizure!"
"Centaur brother, stop yelling! It's a waste of your voice if you're not used for breeding at the village entrance!"
"With this level of skill, you dare to claim there's a rigged situation? Even a dog chained up in front of my house has a better sense of rhythm than you!"
The NPC faction was completely overwhelmed and unable to fight back.
Chen You stood at the very front, arms crossed, a wild grin spreading across his face.
I glanced at the time; there were still 11 minutes left.
At this rate, these players could keep trash-talking the opposing team until dawn, even digging up their family tree and rewriting it.
If we can just drag these 11 minutes through, we can win this crucial "artistic decision" 1-0.
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.
The scoreboard above the ring was flashing violently.
[Warning! The "Emerging Artists" group has been detected engaging in passive play and attempting to stall for time using non-artistic methods!]
[The countdown to the second round of rulings has been forcibly started!]
[The "Emerging Artists" team must send a contestant to the stage within 30 seconds, or they will be disqualified for this round!]
The cold, mechanical sound echoed throughout the city.
The noise in the square suddenly stopped.
The players looked at each other, the sound effects of their curses stuck in their throats.
The NPCs were stunned at first, then burst into ecstatic cheers.
"Hahaha! Justice will prevail!"
"You despicable outsider, your trick has been seen through!"
Fishman Popo instantly revived, pointing at Chen You and shouting, "Send people! Why don't you send people?! Weren't you so talkative just now?!"
Chen You's smile froze.
Depend on.
You system idiot, can't you handle this?
"Quiet!"
A loud shout exploded like a thunderclap.
On the throne, Saros seemed to have received a system notification as well, and suddenly stood up.
He drew his double-edged giant axe from his back and slammed it heavily onto the stone slab.
"boom!"
A violent shockwave swept across the entire area, knocking several nearby players to the ground.
Saros glared down below.
"I'm here to be a referee, not to listen to you ants arguing!"
He pointed at Chen You, his voice deafening: "Send men up here right now! If you dare utter another word, I'll chop you all up right now!"
The First Berserker unleashed his full power, silencing the entire arena.
Chen You's eyelids twitched.
Who should we ask?
Normal singing and dancing is definitely not allowed; if it takes too long, the system will probably accuse it of deliberately delaying the process.
We must find programs that don't have a clear concept of an ending.
Chen You's gaze suddenly stopped.
Behind the crowd stood three male gamers with extremely eye-catching appearances.
One had sky-red hair, another had waist-length blond hair, and the third had a melancholy blue side-swept fringe.
All three were dressed in tight black skinny jeans, tight short-sleeved shirts with skull prints, and shiny leather shoes.
I never expected to run into such a spirited young man.
Chen You's eyes lit up, and he pointed with his finger: "It's just the three of you now, step forward."
The trio of red, yellow, and blue were stunned for a moment, looked around, and were overjoyed to confirm that Chen You was calling them.
"God of Travel! Are you calling us?" The red-haired player's voice trembled with excitement.
"Yes, it's you guys." Chen You pointed to the empty arena. "Go up there and dance."
"No matter what you dance to, fill the remaining ten minutes. Can you do that?"
"Ten minutes?" The blond-haired player slapped his thigh. "Who do you think you are, You God? Give us a DJ set, and we can shake this ring down!"
The blue-haired player flicked his bangs, which covered half of his face, and said in a deep voice, "We've waited too long for this day."
"Our era has finally arrived." The red-haired player looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and there seemed to be tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.
There are 5 seconds left in the countdown.
"Stop talking nonsense, get going!" Chen You shouted.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The three of them leaped onto the ring like rabbits.
All eyes in the room instantly focused on these three colorful oddballs.
On the NPC side, the centaur, who had just recovered, snorted and looked on with suspicion: "What race are they? Why is their fur so brightly colored?"
Fishman Popo sneered, "Playing tricks? These three skinny monkeys think they can win the judgment?"
On the throne, Saros frowned, scrutinizing the trousers that were taut on the legs of the three men, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
"This kind of protective gear that restricts the lower limbs severely hinders their ability to exert force. How do they plan to fight... no, how do they plan to dance?"
On the arena, the trio quickly formed a battle formation.
The red-haired player stood at the front, took a deep breath, and covered his mouth with both hands.
"Boom boom boom, pfft, boom boom boom, check it out!"
A burst of extremely rough BBOX, with obvious saliva-like sounds, gushed out of his mouth.
Without musical instruments or sound equipment, he relied entirely on his words to keep going.
To the catchy rhythm, the blond and blue-haired boys started moving.
The two men quickly crossed and flipped their hands in front of their chests, their wrists so flexible they seemed boneless.
His two arms, like helicopter propellers, swung in front of his chest, leaving afterimages.
"Flower hands!" someone in the player camp exclaimed.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them bent their legs slightly and began to twist their waists violently.
The leather shoes rubbed rapidly against the hard stone slab, making a harsh "squeak" sound.
Their bodies swayed wildly to the rough "boom-boom" beat, their movements wide and sweeping, each head-shaking accompanied by colorful hair dancing wildly in the air.
"Assemble at the village entrance!" the blond-haired man suddenly shouted.
"Bring your own cement!" the blue-haired man replied in unison.
The next second, the two of them suddenly dropped to the ground.
There was no real cement, but the ring had already had many stone slabs shattered during the previous Sander War Dance, and was covered with a thick layer of lime and dust.
With his hands on the ground, the blond-haired man kicked his legs upwards, and his whole body spun wildly on the ground like a top—the Thomas Spin!
Blue Hair wasn't about to be outdone. He pressed his back to the ground, kicked his legs wildly in the air, and used the power of his waist to perform an extremely wild windmill routine on the ground.
"boom!"
Their floor work kicked up a cloud of dust on the ring.
Dust mixed with gravel instantly turned into a small sandstorm, engulfing the entire arena.
The two were barely visible in the sandstorm, still rolling and rubbing against each other frantically.
"Cough cough cough!"
The NPCs and players in the front row were choked and had to back away.
On the throne, Oro waved his staff, and a barrier of gentle breeze appeared in front of him.
Moon Arrow remained expressionless, a faint light shining on her pure white skirt, as if afraid of getting a speck of dust on it.
Salos's eyes lit up.
Despite the dust hitting his face, his large, bell-like eyes were fixed on the two figures on the stage, frantically scraping against the ground.
"Incredible..." Salos muttered to himself, his thick fingers tapping unconsciously on the handle of the giant axe.
"It may seem like a joke, but this kind of action, which uses every joint of the body to rub against the ground at high speed, is actually an extremely rigorous tempering of the skin and bones."
"Could this be some kind of lost ancient body-strengthening technique?"
The more he looked, the more alarmed he became, especially by the blond-haired Thomas's spinning.
The instantaneous burst of power from his waist and abdomen amazed even him, a Titan.