Chapter 082: All You Need to Do Is Dance

In the room, many of the experts gazed at Le Xiaotian in the vast dance arena with faces full of astonishment.

“How can his musical artistry be this profound? An average DJ only masters beatmatching and mixing, but a true master distinguishes themselves in equalization. His transitions, both entering and exiting, are nothing short of exquisite.”

“Exactly. In terms of EQ, the sub-bass above 50Hz, bass between 50Hz and 150Hz, lower midrange from 50Hz to 500Hz, midrange between 150Hz and 500Hz, upper midrange from 2kHz to 4kHz, treble between 4kHz and 8kHz, and the ultra-highs above 8kHz—these seven frequency bands are all entirely under his control. I’ve never seen a better DJ.”

“I’ve heard the original version of this piece from Master Xiaotian. The way he refines the sound quality, processes the effects, eliminates noise, static, and distortion—it’s nothing short of miraculous! He truly is a maestro!”

At that moment, within the dazzling lights of the grand dance floor, with the crowd moving wildly, Chen Fang had already entered her flow.

Her arms circled above her head, her body swayed side to side, spinning in place; her allure rose sharply.

Driven by Le Xiaotian’s energy, Chen Fang’s expression grew even more enchanting, her movements ever more invested, her sense of dance blossoming.

At last, she found the confidence and courage to face the Demon of Electronic Sound and the Spirit of Dance. More and more eyes began to settle on her.

Chen Fang was already beautiful, but as she delved into the highest expression of life through dance, her beauty unfurled, layer by layer.

With hands on her hips, her waist swayed in time to the music, her entire body moving with the rhythm.

When the beat dropped, her hands floated like a dream through the air, pressing invisible keys, her movements harmonizing ever more perfectly with the sound.

Watching her from behind, admiring her graceful dance, Le Xiaotian smiled.

Though she was still far from matching the Demon of Electronic Sound or the Spirit of Dance across from her, at least she could now lose herself completely in the music.

Moreover, her “Brother Xiaotian” had yet to truly make his move.

Retracting his gaze from Chen Fang’s figure—no, her back—Le Xiaotian’s expression instantly turned solemn. It was time for the solo performance!

This piece, “From My Point of View,” lacked the usual soaring female vocals; instead, it featured the violin’s vibrato, a simple melody serving as its finishing touch, endowing the electronic dance track not with aggression but with unexpected tenderness.

As the elegant violin faded and the drums in the accompaniment resumed their emphatic booms, hearts across the room beat in sync with the rhythm. He mimicked the fifth divine technique of the Seventy-Two Conductor’s Arts, “Dragonfly Touching the Water,” provided by Xiao Jiu.

Though only the third vocal technique, “Heavenly Chant,” was unlocked, and the fourth dance technique, “Mad Sheep Leap,” was soon to be, he had some understanding of the other seventy techniques.

Now, his ten fingers flew across the controls!

Bang! Bang! Bang-bang-bang!

Crisp, melodious electronic sounds burst forth, each one clean and precise.

Those ten fingers skimmed the controls like dragonflies gliding over a tranquil pond—each touch light and fleeting, never lingering!

Spinning the aperture rapidly, with the flashing electronic sound erupting, Chen Fang became more and more alluring.

The powerful, vigorous drumbeat and the wild double-kick sent shivers through every player’s body!

Sensing these subtle changes, the Demon of Electronic Sound and the Spirit of Dance—dancing opposite them—wore grave expressions.

If there were two thousand players present, five hundred now had their eyes on Xiao Fang. Though her dance was already at its peak, the man across from her hadn’t even begun; with music alone, he’d fought them to a standstill. It was time for a decisive move.

With a glance, the Demon of Electronic Sound and the Spirit of Dance made their choice—they would unleash their dance techniques.

In the next instant, brilliant flames rose around them, mesmerizing all who watched.

Azure flames wreathed the Spirit of Dance, who moved with natural grace and nobility, arms raised high, her whole body twisting as she spun in place, each step perfectly matching the drumbeat.

Meanwhile, wreathed in scarlet fire, the Demon of Electronic Sound chose a running dance to complement her.

Circling the Spirit of Dance as the center, he traced a three-meter diameter circle, and at every sixty degrees, he alternated between footwork, elbow windmills, big windmills, running flips, and flaming head spins.

The two contrasting flames—one dark, one bright—merged, their interplay of movement and stillness captivating the crowd, who erupted with cheers as their attention shifted.

Seeing this, Le Xiaotian merely chuckled, pressing a key.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A series of piercing sounds shot through the air as 268 beams of light exploded outward at 300,000 kilometers per second, illuminating the space.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

A crimson three-dimensional sound spectrum spiraled around Chen Fang's slender waist.

One hundred and eight evenly spaced, vertical red bars, their height fluctuating with the rhythm, gleamed with a mesmerizing luster.

The lighting and dynamic spectrum effects instantly made Chen Fang the center of attention once more!

“Guvier, wait, Guvier, wait, Guvier, wait... whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...”

As Le Xiaotian’s fingers danced over the keyboard and spun the knobs, the crisp, resounding electronic beats crackled and exploded like a cascade of firecrackers, unending and thunderous.

Terrifying sound waves rippled out like waves, radiating through the entire arena in dazzling brilliance.

This track, “From My Point of View,” had one great advantage: seamless looping.

As the first round of music ended, Le Xiaotian finally stepped away from the mixer and entered the dance floor for the real showdown.

For the few meters that separated them, he chose to run.

A rapid dash, and as he closed to within a meter of Chen Fang, he leapt skyward like a golden-winged roc, his momentum breathtaking.

Descending, he became a meteor streaking across the night, unstoppable and ablaze.

In a single leap and landing, it was as if he’d traversed heaven and earth, pierced through sun and moon.

With that one move, millions of players were left in stunned silence.

The Spirit of Dance, showing off her grace, nearly lost her poise, and the Demon of Electronic Sound, mid-spin, almost had his eyes pop out.

The two thousand players on site were nearly left breathless.

For the millions watching in spectator mode, their feet stumbled all at once.

Landing beside her, Le Xiaotian ignited in Chen Fang a confidence she’d never known, an overwhelming new state of being.

After the collective shock, Le Xiaotian turned to face Chen Fang, moving in perfect rhythm.

He smiled, offering her a look and an expression.

Yet in that moment, Chen Fang was utterly bewildered, her face blank.

If it were a matter of firearms, airplanes, yachts, ships, carriers, or even dance machines, Chen Fang understood; even in geography, history, philosophy, mathematics, music theory, or medicine—she was well-versed.

But now, she simply couldn’t grasp what Le Xiaotian’s look and expression meant.

Emotions change in an instant, with billions of possible expressions and gestures; without a certain rapport and a deep understanding of dance, it was indeed difficult to decipher.

Naturally, Le Xiaotian noticed this.

So, as soon as Chen Fang’s confused expression appeared, he stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and tossed her into the air.

“Ah!” Chen Fang screamed.