Chapter 347 Sequence...Twelve

Before a group of engrossed viewers could even understand what was happening, the next frame of special effects appeared!

This is a figure slowly standing up!

Her black hair turned blonde!

His golden hair grew longer, and lightning bolts appeared around his body!

Then, the golden hair grew again, almost reaching the ground!

"What is this thing?!"

"Fuck! It's gone again!"

While everyone was making sarcastic remarks, their eyes remained fixed on the camera.

Clang!

Draw your sword!

Knife duel!

In less than five seconds, at least eight scenes of lightning-fast knife clashes appeared.

Such fluid and graceful movements!

This is a song of cold weapons, with sparks flying everywhere!

Before everyone could even cheer and shout with excitement, suddenly, a series of shots appeared, and everyone's pupils contracted sharply!

Hearing the screams from all directions, Sun Youlin trembled all over. He was stimulated by the adrenaline-pumping atmosphere and sang with all his might!

I'm sold out

With every single

Step that I take now

With every drop of blood

Left in my veins

I'm going to be making it count

I am sold out.

Dozens of shots appeared simultaneously in mid-air, showing men and women, young and old!

In these shots, the anime characters all raise their swords, some with solemn expressions, others with murderous intent!

At the highest point, in the largest shot, a blonde woman holds aloft a golden sword.

At the same time, a series of voices in different languages ​​resounded throughout the venue, almost drowning out Sun Youlin's singing.

Despite the somewhat chaotic mix of languages—Shenzhou language, Dian language, Gaulish language, and Floating Island language—everyone understood the meaning of the sentence.

—Where our king's sword points, our hearts follow!

The moment the sound faded, the swords raised high in the different animations all slashed forward simultaneously!

Sun Youlin is going crazy!

Should I sing?

Should we wait until you finish speaking?

I can't watch it anymore!

If we keep looking, the gold medal might just slip away!

For the rest of the time, no matter how exciting or explosive the animation became, Sun Youlin kept his eyes glued to the screen and just kept singing!

After the performance, Sun Youlin waited for a long time but the judges did not give him a score, and there was not even a few scattered applause from all directions.

What's going on here?!

Sun Youlin was a little confused and subconsciously looked towards the judges' panel, only to find that the judges looked like they were daydreaming.

no.

Are you here to be judges or to watch anime?

At this moment, Sun Youlin felt a sense of grief and indignation. Could it be that he had resisted the temptation and sang his heart out on stage, but the judges had not paid any attention?

Tianrui Conference Room.

Everyone was stunned. They looked at each other, each seemingly wanting to ask the other how Sun Youlin had performed.

"Dad...I want to watch anime..."

The mischievous child pouted, first rubbed against Chen Tianye, and then tried to touch the remote control in Lu Ye's hand.

Fortunately, Lu Ye reacted quickly and grabbed the remote control firmly, regardless of whether the kids would complain that he was bullying them.

"What anime is this?" Zhou Rongze cleared his throat, because he felt some naughty kids tugging at his clothes.

“I rarely watch overseas anime, but I’ve watched quite a lot of domestic anime, especially after the cultural walls of each state were unlocked, I’ve watched all the top-rated anime in each state.”

Chi Tianju smiled awkwardly: "Maybe I haven't watched enough. I don't remember any of these things on stage just now."

"It's not from overseas either."

Uncle Qiao pointed to the laptop in front of him: "These are also being discussed in overseas live streams."

"That kid did it again?"

Zhou Rongze's expression changed several times as if he had just thought of something: "Pass the word down, we'll be working overtime for the next month. We're probably going to be very busy."

Perhaps they were thinking the same thing as Zhou Rongze, because everyone couldn't help but glance at the copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on the table, and their faces turned bitter.

9.2 points!

It wasn't as high as I had imagined.

But this cannot be blamed on Sun Youlin.

In fact, everyone felt that Sun Youlin was somewhat wronged, including the judges.

This is the only time, since the start of this World Arts Festival, that the judges' scores have been so seriously divided!

Some people gave it 8.8 points, while others gave it 9.7 points. After removing the highest and lowest scores, the remaining 8 scores were quite mixed up.

The reason for this seems to be that the judges paid too much attention to the montage and too little attention to Sun Youlin, which led to them being either too cautious or too subjective in their scoring.

This resulted in the nuclear-grade missile, which was supposed to be the grand finale, not only failing to demonstrate its advantages but also having the opposite effect.

At this moment, even Sun Youlin was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, thanks to the score he got in the second round, and the fact that the contestants were affected to some extent in the second round, resulting in their poor performance, Sun Youlin ultimately won the gold medal in the popular men's group with a combined score of 9.2 across the three rounds!

"The information about Fusheng is incorrect; he is far more than a third-tier international talent."

"Judging from the works he has produced so far, they are at least top-tier!"

"His creativity is top-notch, but top-notch requires a comprehensive evaluation. Isn't this assessment too hasty?"

“His singing skills are also top-notch. I have heard his songs, especially the song ‘Dedication’.”

"Putting aside his identity as a piano master, the characters in his films are also quite well-developed."

"His influence is spreading, and it's unlikely his popularity will subside anytime soon, especially since he practically deserves the Best Contribution Award at this year's World Arts Festival. If he wins a few more awards at this year's music festival, his influence will likely..."

"He has already reached a first-class level."

When the last person spoke, everyone looked over, clearly indicating that he held immense prestige among them.

After a pause, the man continued, "Because China is hosting this World Arts Games, all countries agreed to send only fourth-tier artists to compete. They thought they could achieve good results in China, but now it seems they made a mistake."

"Won't they blame us?"

Some people looked worried.

"We have given you all the works that we were supposed to give you. As for the works that you have hidden away, you all know that we cannot take them out."

"However, to avoid being targeted by these guys, please don't release your best works in the next two years."

The man casually tapped the remote control, and the camera quickly switched to a still image—a half-body shot—of none other than Lin Rui.

“Fusheng is qualified to be one of us, Charles. You should go to Shenzhou yourself and extend an invitation to Fusheng.”

Everyone couldn't help but look at the only empty chair in the room, and just one glance revealed its extreme luxury!

There are twelve such seats on site.

Before everyone was a round table made of gold and various jewels.

Roundtable Parliament!

Heavenly King Alliance!

Life is fleeting!

sequence…

twelve!