Chapter 4: From an unknown nobody, this moment ignites the entire audience.

"Shall we go?"

"Are you worthy?!"

"This tattered cloak"

"To fight!"

"Fight!"

With the humblest of dreams

"To the sobs and roars of the night!"

"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes!"

The uplifting and spirited singing resounded throughout the venue, piercing the hearts of the audience like sharp swords.

"Oh my god!"

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

"What an amazing song!"

"Thank goodness I didn't leave, I almost missed out on a gem of a song!"

"Did he really write that song on the spot? I feel like he's on par with a professional singer!"

"What professional singer? She's clearly a top-tier artist!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

The viewers in the live stream were also excited.

The barrage of comments instantly covered the entire live stream screen.

No one expected that the twenty-year-old homeless boy, who was not favored from the beginning, would become a target.

To be able to write such an exciting and emotionally charged song on the spot!

Even Ren Yiwen, a popular idol who has always been arrogant and conceited.

Even sitting backstage, I couldn't help but stare intently at Wang Yueheng, who was putting on an extraordinary performance on stage.

A hint of hesitation and wavering appeared on his sculpted, handsome face.

Can I still win this championship...?

Standing on the stage, Wang Yueheng had long forgotten what nervousness was.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was explode.

Only the stage and music could soothe his troubled heart.

My previous life.

Ten years have passed since I honed my sword, but its sharp edge has yet to be tested!

There was a time when I drew my sword and looked around, feeling lost and confused.

There was a time when everything was no longer the same, and all was lost; before I could speak, tears flowed.

The ripples, though filled with resentment, eventually return to the sea.

The moon, though indifferent, rises to the heavens.

But in this world!

today!

It will surely rise like a roc in the wind.

Soaring straight up to ninety thousand miles!

In the blink of an eye.

In addition to the surging and passionate accompaniment, there was also Wang Yueheng's pure singing voice.

There was almost no noise at all.

Everyone held their breath, as if under an invisible restraint.

Her eyes were fixed on the boy on the stage.

I wish I could etch such heavenly sounds and such passionate music into my mind.

No one remembers the identity of this teenage street singer.

At this moment, he was the absolute master of the stage!

The king of everyone's passionate emotions!

Singer Wang Yueheng's every move captivated the hearts of everyone in the audience.

They said, "You need to curb your arrogance."

"It's like wiping away dirt~"

They said to climb the steps.

"And the price is bowing down~"

Wang Yueheng didn't care about the expressions of those around him.

Holding the microphone, she sang with great emotion.

He had long forgotten his purpose in participating in the competition; all that came to mind were images of his past and present lives.

He just wants to keep singing.

He sang out his inner resentment towards the past.

They sang out their confidence and courage to conquer the new world.

"Then let me not ride the wind."

You share that same proud, solitary courage.

"Who says ordinary players aren't heroes?!"

The rhythm shifted again, and the drumbeats roared.

The sound was deafening.

"I love you when you walk alone through dark alleys, I love the way you refuse to kneel!"

"I've faced despair with love but refused to shed a single tear!"

"I love your tattered clothes, yet I dare to block fate's gun!"

"Loving you and I are so alike, even our gaps are the same!"

"Shall we go?"

"Are you worthy?!"

"This tattered cloak"

"To fight!"

"Fight!"

With the humblest of dreams

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