The Playboy Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO
Chapter 129 - 122: Simply the Dance God

Chapter 129: Chapter 122: Simply the Dance God

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"Oh?"

A sharp glint flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes.

This Wang Qiang, as expected, is like a lingering ghost.

"We are at the Red Bee Street Dance Plaza, you don’t have to come, but your little brother Wen Yang will have to die!"

After Wang Qiang finished speaking, he had already hung up the phone.

"What’s wrong with Yang Tian?"

Liu Shi quickly asked. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

"Something happened to Xiaoyang, let’s go to Red Bee Street Dance Plaza."

Yang Tian said a sentence and with Liu Shi, got into the Rolls Royce, heading towards the Red Bee Street Dance Plaza.

Soon, the car arrived at Red Bee Street Dance Plaza.

Waves of swinging music echoed throughout the sky, in the buildings ahead, there was a large plaza.

The plaza was full of people doing street dance.

Groups of fashionably dressed, avant-garde, colorful men and women danced in the plaza, with beginners and veterans alike.

It must be said, some of them dance spectacularly.

Just like that, Yang Tian couldn’t help clapping for a female dance troupe: "Truly wonderful dancing!"

"This Red Bee Street Dance Plaza is the most famous street dance plaza in Shenjiang!"

Liu Shi said.

"Oh, I wonder what Wang Qiang called us here for? A dance-off?"

Yang Tian looked puzzled.

"Yang Tian, you finally came!"

A cold shout sounded, and a group of men and women approached from behind, led by none other than Wang Qiang.

At this moment, Wang Qiang’s entire arm was covered with plaster, wearing a pair of sunglasses, his eyes emitted a gaze filled with rage and killing intent.

"Where is my brother?"

Upon seeing Wang Qiang, Yang Tian asked coldly.

"This entire Red Bee Street Dance Plaza is my territory, do you still dare to be so arrogant?"

Wang Qiang said fiercely.

But Yang Tian’s figure flickered, and he was already in front of Wang Qiang, grabbing him by the neck.

"Do you dare to kill me? If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I’ll immediately have Wen Yang killed! If you don’t believe me, look to the center of the plaza!"

Wang Qiang said coldly.

Yang Tian looked up, and sure enough, in the center of the street dance plaza, there was a street dance tower.

This street dance tower had three levels.

On each level, there were groups of young men and women dancing street dance, and the higher the level, the more skilled the dancers were.

However, Yang Tian was most concerned about the top of the tower, where a man was hanging.

It was none other than Wen Yang.

"You are courting death!"

An expression of anger flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes.

Because Wen Yang was hanging at the top of the tower, a rope around his neck, ready to be ruthlessly tightened at any moment.

"Yang Tian, if you dare to move, I’ll immediately have someone push the button, let’s see if you’re faster or if our button is faster!"

Wang Qiang said coldly.

"Oh, so how do you want to play?"

Yang Tian looked at Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang surely wanted to play some tricks.

And indeed, Wang Qiang nodded, saying coldly: "I want to play a game with you, you will now go challenge my three street dance troupes, if you beat them, Wen Yang can live, but if you lose, Wen Yang will die, and I’ll tell you, every time you lose, the rope will get tighter, Wen Yang will be lifted by ten centimeters!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Shi’s face turned cold: "Wang Qiang, don’t think you can do as you please just because your father is the richest man in Shenjiang!"

"Today I will see him suffer!"

Wang Qiang pointed firmly at Yang Tian.

"Street dance? How do we determine the winner?"

Yang Tian asked with interest.

"There are a thousand street dance enthusiasts in the entire plaza, these enthusiasts are from different dance troupes, you will go up and compete in street dance with my people, afterwards, let these thousand people vote, if they vote you win, then you win!"

Wang Qiang said coldly.

"Is that so? Alright!"

Yang Tian nodded and walked towards the street dance tower.

And when Yang Tian stepped onto the first level of the street dance tower, the entire street dance plaza fell silent.

Everyone looked at Yang Tian.

"Who is this guy?"

Everyone’s eyes were full of confusion.

At this moment, Wang Qiang grabbed a microphone: "Hello everyone, I’m Wang Qiang, tonight my people are going to kill a beast, please enjoy and help vote!"

"Is that so!"

The crowd suddenly understood.

"Yang Tian, you can begin!"

Wang Qiang’s cold voice rang out.

And Yang Tian stepped onto the first level of the street dance tower, and saw a group of young, energetic men and women.

A man stepped out and said coldly: "You offended our president? Fine, I’ll play with you, I’ll dance something, and you’ll follow, if you can satisfy the thousand-plus audience, then you win this level, if you don’t perform well, you’ll lose!"

"Oh?" Yang Tian nodded: "Of course, let’s begin!"

The man started dancing street dance, his steps very graceful, his movements exceptionally brilliant.

Yang Tian observed closely.

"Yo!"

The man suddenly did a one-legged stand.

Then, the man was about to spread his wings like a great bird.

But at this moment, Yang Tian used his Spiritual Breath, striking up in the air.

Crash!

The man suddenly fell heavily to the stage, face-first into the ground.

"This..."

All of a sudden, over a thousand people were stunned.

Yang Tian chuckled and said, "You don’t expect me to follow you in this street dance, do you? Sorry, you look like a dog eating shit! It’s disgusting, I don’t want to follow you!"

"Hahaha..."

The crowd of more than a thousand burst into laughter.

But the man’s face was furious, yet he was helpless.

"For this round, it’s time to vote on who wins and who loses!"

As soon as the announcement was made.

Over a thousand people started voting, and soon the screen showed the results; the man’s side had 0 votes, while Yang Tian’s was perfect score.

"I won!"

Yang Tian rubbed his hands together and stepped onto the second level of the street dance platform.

The second level was filled with beauties.

"On this level, we’ll compete directly in street dance. You each perform, then the audience will score!"

The leading beauty said, and then began to dance gracefully.

This girl group was a ten-member team, each one a knockout among knockouts.

Soon, they performed a dreamlike street dance.

"Isn’t this Wang Qiang’s Dream Team? This idiot is sure to lose!"

The crowd mocked.

Quickly, the Dream Team finished their dance, and Yang Tian couldn’t help but applaud: "So beautiful, each one is a beauty among beauties!"

"This idiot! He actually applauded, he’s definitely going to lose!"

Wang Qiang cursed.

The Dream Team captain coldly said to Yang Tian, "Your turn!"

"I don’t know much about street dance, please bear with me!"

Yang Tian humbly said, and then began to use his Spiritual Breath, performing Tai Chi.

Foosh!

A burst of flames erupted, forming a fireball, continuously boiling.

With each spin, Yang Tian sent the fireball flying.

"Oh my god!"

In that instant, everyone froze, staring dumbfounded at Yang Tian’s performance on stage.

"What’s going on?"

Wang Qiang stood up in shock.

"Go, Yang Tian!"

Liu Shi’s eyes were full of delight.

On stage, Yang Tian continued to use his Spiritual Breath, persistently performing Tai Chi.

The Spiritual Breath burned, transforming into a fireball.

Yang Tian sometimes danced, sometimes glided, sometimes spun, in a dreamlike, dazzling display.

Three minutes later, Yang Tian stopped.

Clap clap clap!

Excited applause erupted, and over a thousand people stood up, eyes filled with astonishment and excitement: "Damn, this is real street dance!"

"This beast!" Wang Qiang was anxious: "Listen to me, this isn’t street dance, this is some traditional trick!"

But no matter how much Wang Qiang shouted, the crowd went wild over Yang Tian’s performance.

Soon, the vote was in.

Yang Tian received 990 votes, while the Dream Team only got a pitiful 10 votes.

"Alright, lovely ladies, I’m heading to the third level!"

Yang Tian threw a flirty wink and then walked up to the third level.

The third level was full of guys, precisely Wang Qiang’s Dark Team.

"Alright, let me start the performance!"

Yang Tian immediately started his act as he reached the stage.

Having performed Tai Chi earlier, this time he directly exhibited flying skills.

Foosh!

Two flames blazed, forming wings that attached to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian soared up, hovering half a meter high.

In mid-air, he continuously spun, glided, and showcased martial arts.

Rays of light flashed by, transforming the whole stage into a dazzling spectacle.

"Oh my god!!!"

"Is this even human? It’s simply a Dance God!"

"My gosh, how can he perform such a divine street dance?"

The entire plaza, more than a thousand people, was in an uproar, screaming and shouting.

"How is this possible!!!"

Wang Qiang stood up, eyes full of disbelief.

This had long surpassed what humans could comprehend, this was no longer comparable to street dance, it was simply an unimaginably extraordinary performance.

Soon, the performance was over.

Yang Tian calmly landed on the stage: "I won!"

This sentence angered Wang Qiang completely: "You’re talking nonsense, my Dark Dance Troupe hasn’t even started performing, what makes you say you’ve won!"

After Wang Qiang finished, the ten men of the Dark Team surrounded him: "Bastard, we haven’t performed yet!"

Slap!

Yang Tian slapped one of the men heavily, sending him flying: "I’ve already won!"

"You bastard dare hit people!"

Wang Qiang shouted in fury.

"Mad dog!" Yang Tian shrugged, stepped forward to the stage, and addressed the crowd of over a thousand: "Everyone, tell me, did I win or lose? Do we need to let them continue performing? If they do, isn’t it a waste of time?"

As Yang Tian’s voice fell, the entire crowd erupted.

"You’ve already won! No need to let them continue, they’re not even qualified to hold your shoes!"

Cheers rang out.

Yang Tian shrugged: "Wang Qiang, did you hear that?"