Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 568 - 119 - Literary Battle_2

Chapter 568: Chapter 119 - Literary Battle_2

The song came to an end, and applause immediately flooded in like a tidal wave.

Saint Chiao Mage Master Puskas drew a half-circle in midair, and a sphere surrounded by a faint blue aura appeared. Inside the sphere was a small spark of flame, which grew gradually with the vibration of the applause. With the movement of the wizard’s finger, the sphere carrying the spark of flame flew to the wall of the box, as if it had been sealed in place.

This clever fusion of magic air and fire, combined with control capabilities, gathered countless astonished and admiring gazes from around the room.

"It’s just a simple trick. Hehe. My spark of flame just responds to the vibration of applause. As the applause gets louder, the flame grows bigger. Shall we now witness the art of the Bimon Kingdom?" Master Puskas laughed heartily. "Lord Richard, who will you have perform next? I should escort them to the stage."

Liu Zhenhan looked around, everyone was staring at him, dumbfounded.

"You’re not expecting me to lead the charge, are you?" Liu Zhenhan smiled.

Seeing the eager look on everyone’s faces, Liu Zhenhan pointed directly and said, "General Pan, you and your brothers should show them what you’ve got. They have a whole symphony orchestra. We should have more people on our side as well."

General Pan nodded, motioned to the panda warriors, and they all immediately took their spears off their backs, placed their Silver Base Armor on the ground, and from their Space Rings, got out black leather cloaks fringed with silver chains and put them on. They fastened only the bottom three buttons and each also donned a black high top hat.

The alternating black and white clothing on the panda warriors was contrasted by entirely black accessories, black from head to toe.

"We’re ready!" General Pan wiped under his eyes and coolly nodded at the Saint Chiao Mage.

Even for a mage of Master Puskas’ caliber, supporting twenty panda warriors and sending them from the second-floor box to the stage using "Balloon Drift" got him sweating. He turned to Liu Zhenhan and said, "Lord Richard, your subordinates are quite heavy!"

"I completely agree with you, respected Master." Liu Zhenhan replied still cracking a leisurely smile, while holding a fat cigar, "My warriors are adept both in the arts and martial sciences. Within our territory, we often hold cocktail parties and dance galas. I believe their performance will be unforgettable to anyone."

All the human nobles, including the Red Bishop, stared at Liu Zhenhan as if he were an idiot. Twenty warriors dancing on stage? And they’re learned in both the arts and martial sciences? Was this supposed to be like a circus strongman bending iron bars?

"Up next, our Panta warriors will be performing ’Can’t Help Falling in Love’ for everyone. My name is General Pan." General Pan made a cool pose in the middle of the amplifying dance floor, his hand hovering on the brim of his hat. The panda warriors stood neatly behind Gude in an attacking V-formation, their chests bare due to their unbuttoned coats. Their well-defined muscles shone under the magic lights, causing a series of piercing screams from the ladies.

Their robustness was captivating. Their muscles were wonderfully toned and symmetrical, like exquisite sculptures. Most humans would only find descriptions to match such stateliness in the Vatican’s myths and legends, in tales of giants like Samson and Goliath.

Remel, the raccoon priest, who had been with the panda warriors for quite some time, brought out his hourglass maracas and began to accompany them in their performance.

The audience in the Goethe Grand Theater experienced the most fashionable and modern dance they had ever seen.

The pandas’ dance was flexible and rhythmic, full of energy. Their dance moves astounded the human audience who couldn’t find words to describe their feelings, aside from amazement and novelty. General Pan’s singing had a metallic tone that the young people loved most. Their group dance was uniform, their movements clear and energetic. Particularly when General Pan sang the classic line "Can’t Help Falling in Love~", his body mimicked the stiff movements of a metal puppet. His knees were stationary, and his body slid sideways, eliciting countless screams. As a diplomat, General Pan passed the scornful words for humans with vague tones. He was not stupid.

It was so cool! The dance, with its inspiration drawn from the metallic puppet, was visually aesthetic, and brimming with youthful energy when performed so fluidly.

Even the musicians of the St. Antonio Royal Theater Company were left dumbfounded. They thought the inspiration for General Pan’s dance must be from a gecko’s movements.

"It’s quite dynamic! I have never heard of this kind of dance, which combines song and dance. What is it called?" The Saint Chiao Mage asked while intensely watching the performance.

"I have a Wolf nobleman under my command. This dance was designed by him and performed together with the singing. In our region of Icyin Valley, we call this kind of performance ’To Carry a Song and Dance’." Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows and courteously answered the wizard’s question.

"A Wolf? The wolf tribe of Bimon are known for their bravery and martial prowess. Are they also famous for their dancing?" Master Puskas was a bit puzzled.

"Can fighters not be dancers? Each of my Wolf nobles are great dancers. Haven’t you humans heard the phrase ’Dance with the wolf’?" Liu Zhenhan asked curiously.