"I can't take it anymore, it's too embarrassing to watch."

"Holy crap, I was just praising Wang Yueheng for his tough stance, and now he's backing down so fast?"

In the live stream, Wang Yueheng was seen hurriedly denying the allegations.

The hip-hop fans immediately erupted in a massive wave of mockery and ridicule.

They thought Wang Yueheng was intimidated by the mixed-race female singer's questioning and his momentum vanished.

Wang Yueheng's fans covered their faces in embarrassment.

unexpectedly.

Sitting in the mentor's seat, Wang Yueheng continued slowly, "I'm not targeting you personally, I'm saying everyone here... is trash!"

"..."

“…”

"???"

"I'm sorry, bro, I give up..."

"Sorry, I admit I spoke a little loudly just now..."

"My goodness, Wang Yueheng has grasped the essence of this program so quickly!"

"Look how Ouyang Rong's face has changed! How the hell did Wang Yueheng come up with such a thing?"

"Hahaha, that's awesome!"

"You're not the only trash, hahaha!"

"That feels so good!"...

In an instant.

The fans in the live stream, who had just realized what was happening, instantly flooded the website screen with countless bullet comments.

Those viewers who were just shouting that Wang Yueheng was a coward widened their eyes and immediately withdrew the mocking comments they hadn't had time to send.

"Pfft, cough cough cough..."

Li Zijing was about to sneak a puff of his e-cigarette when he was choked and started coughing.

"Wow, that's awesome! This is the first time I've ever heard such irony."

"That's fucking cool!"

Zhao Hongyue, the leader of the "Red Moon Society" wearing a baseball cap, showed no anger at being mocked. Instead, he slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed in admiration.

This kind of irony perfectly aligns with the rebellious mentality of a rapper like him.

"After listening to your song, plus the live rap music from the mentors that I heard online."

"I think the Chinese rap scene is probably sick!"

"And he's quite ill!"

"The profound and extensive Chinese culture, spanning thousands of years, has been used as a facade for rap by a bunch of apes who haven't even fully evolved..."

"I've come here today specifically to treat your illnesses!"

"Chinese rap is the coolest!"

Before the female singer Maya could come up with a rebuttal, Wang Yueheng suddenly stood up and spoke.

He then strode straight to the stage.

at the same time.

A pair of nunchucks, gleaming with metallic silver light, appeared in his hand as if by magic.

"What? Wang Yueheng said that the top figures in China's rap scene are all monkeys?"

"A hairy monkey × an ape that hasn't evolved into human form yet √"

"That's ruthless! This isn't just a slap in the face, it's a complete disaster!"

"Wait, is that thing he's holding called a nunchaku?"

"Don't be so impulsive. Are you suggesting we use this thing in a real fight?"

"Holy crap! Call security! Protect our Maya!"...

Wang Yueheng suddenly appeared on stage wielding the ancient Chinese short weapon, the nunchaku.

The audience at the scene and in the live broadcast room immediately erupted into chaos again.

Many fans were startled by Wang Yueheng wielding a cold weapon.

Even the security personnel responsible for maintaining order were startled and immediately ran towards the other instructors.

They were afraid that Wang Yueheng would become violent on the spot if he was provoked.

Unexpectedly, at this moment...

The background screen suddenly lit up.

A song notification appeared before everyone.

"Nunchucks"

Lyrics by Wang Yueheng

Composer: Wang Yueheng

"Traditional Chinese Martial Arts Performance: Wang Yueheng"

at the same time.

A burst of intense and powerful electronic music resounded throughout the venue.

"ah??"

Upon seeing the information on the screen, the viewers who had thought Wang Yueheng was about to make a move were once again astonished.