Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 569 - 119: Literary Battle_3

Idiots! The three top dance powerhouses of Beamon, Butterfly, Wolf, and Swan are all under my command. Comparing songs and dances with me, isn’t that asking for death? Old Liu and the two Fairy Dragons softly chuckled.

The performance of the Panta Warriors did indeed receive a humongous reception, a young woman even presented a bouquet of flowers to the handsome and robust General Pan. Besides the dark circles under his eyes, which resembled sunglasses, General Pan was indeed quite handsome. Except for some racial features, there was little difference between Beamons and human beings.

Master Puskas was so mesmerized that he almost forgot to release the "Fire Balloon" to measure the volume of applause. Although it had passed the peak period, the sparks in the balloon were still significantly stronger than that of the performance of "Naron Carmen" by the St. Antonio Royal Symphony Orchestra.

"It’s a psychological counter effect! This is the psychological counter effect at work!" Archbishop Kaka was furious.

"Why are you so worried about the first contest, dear Archbishop?" Liu Zhenhan stroked Guoguo’s head and sneered.

"Fool~" The parrot perched on Old Liu’s shoulder and snarled arrogantly.

"Oh, God~" The young nun was desperately making the sign of the cross at her side, she was completely terrified by the parrot.

In the second contest, the Antonio Royal Troupe dropped their arrogance. The results from the first contest made them take the Beamons more seriously. Therefore, they sent out their best Elven dancer who trained since her childhood. She was one of the pillars of the Antonio Royal Troupe, mastering both Classical and Romantic dances from the human Renaissance period. This time she performed a modified "Flamenco Dance", focusing on rhythm and abandon. Her fiery red dance gown spun into a vivid Fire Spirit on the stage, her charming appearance making hearts flutter.

The applause this time was deafening, nobody would skimp on their praise for a beautiful Elven lady.

Unfortunately, the Beamons got the upper hand again. Gortani’s appearance immediately outshone the beautiful Elven dancer, the torrential applause abruptly stopped. Gortani, who changed into a dance costume inside the Space Ring, spread her pure white wings from the sky. With long voluptuous figure and stunningly holy appearance, even the beauty of the Elves fell short in comparison.

"Ballet! Oh, God! This is ballet that only the noble ladies of the Swan Clan of the Smey can learn!" A few old nobles with long family histories finally showed some insight.

"Indeed, it is ballet!" Liu Zhenhan drooled as he stared at Gortani, who was performing "Swan Lake", the brilliant technique of the Smey Clan. His eyes shone with green light, like a fierce beast waking from its winter hibernation.

A small hand tugged at his clothes, Old Liu turned back to see the clear eyes of the little nun looking at him.

"Desecrating beauty is an idea only a devil would have. I see this look in your eyes. You need to learn to restrain yourself."

Liu Zhenhan had no strength to protest, feeling as if he had just had a bucket of cold water poured over his head by the little nun.

The holy face and solemn dance moves of Gortani, under such circumstances, only someone like Old Liu could harbor such vile thoughts.

Many human spectators clapped their hands red without noticing. When it comes to appreciating beauty, all races share the same capacity, the applause became louder and louder, almost lifting the roof.

The Archbishop’s face grew increasingly gloomy.

Liu Zhenhan looked at him and laughed wildly. Guoguo stuck out her tongue at the Red Archbishop and made a grimace.

Following this, Van Bitten, the tenor of St. Antonio, finally couldn’t refrain from stepping onto the stage. His singing was hailed as "magic sound", his high pitch could rise continuously for three stages. It was said that his singing could cause the wine in a glass to ripple from close distance. With the enhancement of the Magic Formation, his high pitch could even be heard clearly in every corner of Valencia City.

This classic singer with the classic nocturnal melody was defeated yet again.

That’s because Liu Zhenhan had sent out Tony. Tony is the surrendered Siren, and the singing of the Sirens can only be described as heavenly. Whether in high pitch or low pitch, humans and Sirens are not comparable, Tony’s high pitch could shatter a glass.

Then came Moer’s Butterfly Dance. The Antonio Royal Troupe was too embarrassed to send anyone else onto the stage. The gap was too glaring. Comparing sizes between a tomato and a potato is fine, but to compare with a pumpkin, this is just too shameful.

The "Snow White" song by Musketeer Ardu made the whole opera house boil over. The human audience could not comprehend how such a hoarse voice could express such profound connotations. All human viewers stood up, expressing their respect to the Beamon delegation with the most passionate applause.

The crushing defeat of the Tornado Mercenary Group, was not a war between Dorott Duchy and Beamon Kingdom. So, the civilians of Dorott could still exhibit their friendliness towards the Beamon delegation, especially in this intoxicating atmosphere of high art.

"Fantastic! I have never seen such a fantastic performance!" Master Puskas of Saint Chiao was so excited that he seemed a little delirious.