Chapter 083: The Lotus Blooms!

Chen Fang’s scream was instantly drowned out in the lively scene. However, since everyone was paying close attention, quite a few people felt a chill of anxiety for her. After all, dying in the Dance of Heaven and Earth game would have significant repercussions in real life as well. Why throw her into the air? And with such force—it must be five or six meters high!

Just as everyone shifted their gaze, trying to figure out the reason for Le Xiaotian’s actions, their expressions changed dramatically again. Right after tossing Chen Fang, he instantly used the momentum to fall backward, bracing his hands on the ground and arching his body upward. Once his posture was set, he spun his entire body from left to right in midair, the elevation nearly half a meter. The Dance Spirits spun on the spot, and the Electro Demon King divided his path in six segments, tracing circles; but they were running, which was comparatively easy.

Yet the Wandering Dance God had hurled Xiao Fang skyward while flipping on the ground himself—was he trying to mirror the others but in his own way? Perhaps the throwing motion was to add a sense of layers? Only in this way could he hope to outdo the Electro Demon King and the Dance Spirits.

Although Dance of Heaven and Earth enables players to perform all kinds of physically impossible, high-difficulty moves, there are still limits. After all, none of the players are superhuman—at least not yet.

That raises a problem.

Xiao Fang, despite her graceful figure, must weigh at least ninety-nine pounds. Dropping from several meters up, how great would the impact be? The Wandering Dance God was flipping, unable to use his hands or feet—what part of his body was he planning to use to catch her and launch her again? If he couldn’t bear her weight, he’d be crushed instantly. Or did he only plan to toss her once? But if that were the case, why go through all this?

Countless thoughts flashed through the minds of the millions of players, who held their breath and stared unblinking at Le Xiaotian.

In the next moment, it was as if time itself froze. Le Xiaotian’s movements slowed dramatically.

Chen Fang, still screaming, plummeted downward in panic. When she was about sixty centimeters from the ground, Le Xiaotian caught her in midair. He used his eight-pack abs to catch her hips.

The instant their bodies made contact, Le Xiaotian cushioned her descent, absorbing the impact as they sank together. The crucial moment came when his arched spine hovered just one-tenth of a millimeter from the ground; his hands and feet moved a split second earlier, bracing against the floor and finding leverage. In the next instant, his abdomen tensed like a drawn bow, launching Chen Fang skyward again.

He propelled her upward!

Just like that, he sent her flying again!

How powerful must his core be? How resilient must Xiao Fang’s hips be?

In that instant, millions of players were utterly stunned, jaws dropping everywhere. It was truly astonishing.

By using the center of Chen Fang’s body, and specifically her well-padded hips, he avoided bone-on-bone contact and increased the surface area, dispersing the force. The midair cushioning was the best way to dissipate the impact, and the rebound on contact with the floor was equally key.

All in all, it looked deceptively simple, and sounded easy to describe, but every player knew that even the slightest error would have destroyed Le Xiaotian completely.

After the panic and repeated tosses, Chen Fang seemed to understand his intentions. The power she felt through her hips as she soared up and down made her grasp the meaning behind his gaze.

By the second launch, Chen Fang had regained her composure, catching the rhythm of the music in her ears. With every powerful thrust, she grew more poised, executing simple yet graceful moves in the air. The key was that she began using her only dance skill: [Spin]. Naturally, her movements were restrained—she had to consider the dire consequences if any part of her body but her hips landed on Le Xiaotian.

Le Xiaotian, meanwhile, moved like a fully loaded catapult, lightning fast. Again and again, he flipped, soared, caught, rebounded, spun, performed fancy floorwork, and moved in bizarre spirals—all of which left the other players more and more in awe of him.

After an indeterminate number of tosses, Le Xiaotian’s movements changed dramatically. This time, Chen Fang immediately sensed something was different: the height she reached was certainly over ten meters. She could tell from the force on her hips and the changing environment in her field of vision.

Now Le Xiaotian also paused, standing up and gazing skyward. There was a brief pause—about a second to catch his breath. When he judged that Chen Fang was at the right height, he shot toward her.

In that instant, millions of players felt their hearts tighten—this had to be the hardest part of the routine.

Le Xiaotian’s legs clamped onto Chen Fang’s shoulders from behind, while her own legs were locked by his. Suspended in midair, they performed a simple 360-degree spin, and when Chen Fang was upright, he used the buffer of his arms, then pressed his head to the ground to support them.

This was the rhythm of an inverted headspin, with Chen Fang held securely by his legs and body. Though her feet never touched the floor, she stood steady as a rock.

Suddenly—

A deep blue flame surged upward, the temperature around them rising sharply. For the first time in battle, Le Xiaotian roared the name of his move:

“Lotus Blossom!”

In the next moment, like a berserk spinning top, he whirled Chen Fang at astonishing speed—an extraordinary sight. Yet this was only the basic move. Others used their hands to steady themselves and control speed through friction during headspins.

But now, he was using his hands to manipulate force and trajectory. As he spun, he elevated into a full-body handstand. The awestruck players instantly understood his intent—his drift was in perfect sync with the rhythm.

Amazing!

Incredible!

Breathtaking!

Dazzling!

So cool!

Unbelievable!

He can’t be human!

After eight rotations and jumps like this, on the final one, he executed a 3600-degree backflip off his hands.

In a flash, Chen Fang was flung upward again, soaring to a height of twelve meters.

He landed, the flames extinguished, and he waited quietly for Chen Fang’s descent.

As she landed, he wrapped his left arm around her waist, pivoted on his left foot, traced a circle with his right, their bodies pressed together, spinning downward to absorb the force perfectly.

Once the impact was dissipated, he spun her upward again, finally striking a pose to end the performance.

At that moment, the third playthrough of the song “From My Perspective” ended precisely.

Click! Click! Click!

Millions of players figuratively picked their dropped jaws off the floor, then burst into thunderous applause.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Like a tidal wave, the applause rolled on, growing ever more intense—the atmosphere ignited.