Chapter 80: The Exquisite Imitation of the Thunder God’s Demonic Mink Zither

Three hours later, the vast Grand Dance Floor had fallen silent—so silent, in fact, that a pin drop would have been audible.

Fifty-eight matches, fifty-eight consecutive victories. The strength of this wandering Dance God was simply overwhelming.

As the crowd gazed at the fifty-eight elite dancers twitching on the ground, the hearts of millions of players clenched with dread.

From Dalan to Yunluo, from Hangzhou and beyond, all the top dancers—those with dance power ranging from ten thousand to a hundred thousand—had been completely wiped out.

Now, watching Le Xiaotian, whose whole body glowed with a faint red, his hair twisted into cords, and a smile still lingering on his lips, the players were gripped by fear.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Le Xiaotian crooked his finger at the players surrounding the dance floor. “Come on, don’t just stand around. My time is precious.”

No one answered for a long while.

At that moment, the Electro Demon shed his shirt and strode toward the center of the floor.

While he hesitated, another woman likewise stepped forward.

The players stirred with excitement when they saw her dancer number displayed above her head.

“The Dance Sprite! She’s the top female dancer in the capital!”

“She’s gorgeous! No, her presence is just so powerful!”

“There’s hope now!”

Seeing the woman in red, Electro Demon exhaled deeply and made a quick decision.

Clearly, a one-on-one duel would no longer suffice. At least in Fama, there was no one left capable of defeating this wandering Dance God.

But—he was a cripple!

If word got out that a cripple had swept through millions of players in Dance of Heaven and Earth, where would that leave everyone’s pride?

So, though what was about to happen in this doubles match skirted the edge of cheating, there was no choice. Today, they simply had to defeat him.

The Dance Sprite must have had the same thought, which was why she’d stepped forward at this moment. So, what was the point in hesitating?

Having reached an understanding, Electro Demon exchanged a glance with Dance Sprite—an unspoken alliance was formed.

The Dance Sprite stepped forward and said, “Little… um, friend from the stream, we’ve already had quite a few solo matches. What do you say to a few rounds of doubles?”

Her words brought a hush over the crowd; the players’ faces were burning with embarrassment.

Solo matches—dozens of the top elites taking turns in a gauntlet—had all failed to defeat a cripple.

Now, if they wanted to beat him, they’d have to target the girl beside him, “Xiaofang.” After all, she was still a novice who hadn’t even reached the Transcendent Realm.

As long as he agreed to a doubles match, “Xiaofang” would hold him back, lowering their combined score and ensuring his defeat.

This was, in effect, an admission of defeat—but there was simply no alternative.

Le Xiaotian saw through the shifting expressions of the players; this was, after all, no great mystery.

With a smile, he replied, “Yin and yang, united as one—peerless in harmony. As it happens, my girlfriend would like to dance as well. A doubles match it is, then. Not that you have a chance of winning, anyway. Of course, if it comes to a trio or a team battle, I’ll have nothing more to offer.” He chuckled.

Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, the more astute players felt a tinge of shame.

This wandering Dance God had seen through them! Yet he’d only indulged them this once—doubles was their last opportunity, since he only had two in his party and would permit this exception.

Smiling, Le Xiaotian walked over to Chen Fang. Once at her side, he asked, “Would you like to choose the music, or shall I?”

Chen Fang was well aware of the situation. Her heart leapt with joy at his public assertion that she was his girlfriend.

Yet, uncertainty crept in. “Xiaotian, I’m not a good dancer. If I join you, we might lose.”

Le Xiaotian fetched a bottle of mineral water from his inventory and drank half, then gazed into her beautiful eyes. “Do you trust me?”

How could she not? After five seconds of meeting his gaze, Chen Fang smiled sweetly. “You choose—I’ll follow your lead.”

With a knowing smile, Le Xiaotian took her left hand and led her to the center of the floor.

Facing the wary Electro Demon and Dance Sprite, Le Xiaotian spoke, “I’d like to add a live instrument performance to the match. Is that acceptable?”

His words sent a ripple of astonishment through the crowd.

Ordinarily, a dance-off was a pure test of dance, with music supplied separately.

Adding a live instrument? That was a privilege reserved for transcendent dancers—those truly extraordinary few.

Singing, dancing, and playing an instrument all at once was a feat few could endure; the intensity could drain even the strongest, and the risk of making a mistake was high.

Moreover, in this version of Dance of Heaven and Earth, transcendent dancers would never appear; they played a different edition of the game. This was the foundation of fairness.

That eliminated the possibility that this wandering Dance God was one of them.

So why would he propose a challenge reserved for transcendents? Was he hoping that, with “Xiaofang” as a natural handicap, he could force Electro Demon and Dance Sprite into making mistakes?

In a flash, the players’ embarrassment turned to an uneasy suspicion: this Le Xiaotian was cunning indeed.

Dance Sprite and Electro Demon exchanged glances, and Electro Demon replied, “No problem.”

With the terms settled, Le Xiaotian swept his right hand, summoning an electronic keyboard with a soft swish.

In truth, the players had misjudged him. The reason he’d chosen to add a live instrument was that he’d just won a mountain of virtual coins and items from the fifty-eight defeated opponents.

It would be foolish not to use the instrument, and it would help offset the inherent disadvantage of his partner.

Floating before him now was a semi-circular blue mixing console.

Two curved, mountain-stacked arrays of six speakers stood at the front, flanking a central gap that framed him perfectly. The control deck was adorned with two iridescent turntables, and the rest was a bewildering array of knobs, buttons, output and input ports.

Hovering above the blue console were two additional speakers.

This three-dimensional live mixing console was not only exquisitely designed but also integrated mixer, turntable, frequency synthesizer, electronic keyboard, speakers, and more into a single, seamless instrument.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd as they recognized the equipment.

“That… that’s a high-fidelity replica of the Thunder God’s Enchanted Mink Keyboard!”

“Five years ago, I think Jing Niba from the capital drew one in a national competition!”

“Did it drop from him just now?”

Their gazes shifted to see Jing Niba still twitching on the ground, then back to Le Xiaotian.

Faced with their questioning, baffled expressions, Le Xiaotian only smiled and said nothing.

Indeed, this dazzling mixing console had been won from Jing Niba in the previous match.

The replica Thunder God’s Enchanted Mink Keyboard was one of the most coveted artifacts in Dance of Heaven and Earth.

When it came to electronic music, the Thunder God’s Enchanted Mink was unrivaled—the God of Electro, the King of Electro, the Sovereign of the Sovereigns, as fearsome as the deep sea.

Its features were so comprehensive, its sound so electrifying, that words could hardly do it justice.

It was the very embodiment of what it meant for electronic music to pierce the soul—crackling and electric!

Even as a replica, its performance was outstanding.

Following the instructions, Le Xiaotian swiftly familiarized himself with the Thunder God’s Enchanted Mink, then loaded the music for the upcoming doubles match.