"Of course! Even though this competition isn't being broadcast live, it's packed with top-tier street dancers in China. Not just these two, but Boss Feng, Stone, and Brother Jie are here too, probably waiting in the wings."
Jin Guanrong said smugly that he sponsored the competition, and the fact that so many top players came showed how influential he was.
There aren't many rules in underground street dance. Dongzi briefly introduced the competition process and rules, and the competition officially began with the appearance of Liao Bo, a well-known street dance battle host.
The rules of the competition are actually very simple: each player who receives a number can go on stage at any time.
After each pair battle, the winning side continues to the next round, while the losing side is eliminated.
If no one accepts the challenge, the player advances directly.
"Fatty, this scene is really amazing, it's fucking explosive!"
Not long after the show started, Gao Ang was captivated by the energetic DJ and the dancers' cool moves.
Compared to their university's street dance club, this scene was on a completely different level.
"That's pure nonsense. Do you know DJ A Long? He's the go-to DJ for 'Street Dance,' the host is the best host, the judges are all judges from world-class competitions, and the contestants include champions from the world's top street dance competitions."
When things got really exciting, Fatty Jin stood up and started swaying to the music, his hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.
"Next is our game segment. The reason why this competition can be held smoothly is thanks to the strong support of Brother Rongrong from Jinguan. Let's give him a round of applause."
The host, Liao Bo, waved his hand and pointed in the direction where Jin Guanrong was.
The audience immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause, along with whistles and cheers.
"Come on, Brother Rong, come up on stage."
Liao Bo, holding a microphone, bent over and led the bewildered Fatty Jin onto the stage.
"Dongzi told me that Rong is also a street dance enthusiast, right?"
"Well, I guess so. I did it to pick up girls back then."
Jin Guanrong honestly answered shyly into the microphone.
Don't be fooled by his arrogant and domineering demeanor in front of Gao Feng in private; once he's in public, he immediately becomes as timid as a virgin.
This is somewhat similar to Gao Ang; they are both the type who talk a lot in front of their own people, but become completely silent in front of strangers.
"Did you get a soak?"
"Uh, I didn't get one."
"It's okay, it just means they're blind. Our Brother Rong has such a great physique and image..." At this point, Liao Bo couldn't keep up the lie any longer. He moved the microphone away and started to chuckle.
The audience below also started to cheer.
Jin Guanrong on stage wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he just laughed along with everyone else.
That's the charm of underground street dance; everyone has their share of unpleasant memories, but nobody really dwells on them.
Whether I'm happy or unhappy, I'll bring it up for self-deprecation or self-mockery.
As long as the audience or friends are happy, my goal has been achieved.
"Alright, Rong-ge, this game is very simple. You've seen the match just now, is there any expert you'd like to ask for advice?"
"Yes, I especially like Brother Hai."
"Is it because you have similar body types?"
As soon as Liao Bo said this, the audience burst into laughter again.
The fat man mentioned Hai Ge, whose stage name is Xiao Hai. He is also fat, but a very agile fat man. He is an exceptionally good popping dancer and has won multiple world championships.
"Xiao Hai, step forward."
Liao Bo waved his hand, and Xiao Hai bounced up onto the stage like a little rascal.
"Brother Rong knows that this is a competition, so we have to compete in the games too. Find an opponent for me."
"Then let my good brother Gao Ang go on stage."
With a flick of his chubby finger, Jin Guanrong immediately betrayed Gao Ang.
"Oh ho, there's someone here. I thought it was a lamp."
Liao Bo's hosting skills are beyond question; he certainly has a knack for creating a lively atmosphere.
Touching his bald head, Gao Ang pushed through the crowd and leaped onto the stage.
"Brother Ang, is there a dancer you like on stage?"
"Personally, I prefer B-Boy and Popping, especially B-Boy. I have three favorite dancers: North George, South Wuming, and Teacher Yang Kai."
"A very formulaic answer. I'm curious, does Brother Ang work within the system?"
Gao Ang was a little caught off guard by the host's question and paused for a moment. Before he could speak, Liao Bo immediately took over the conversation.
"It's okay, it's fine if you can't say. Then you can choose your partner. You'll be competing against your good brother Rong later."
"I chose Teacher Yang Kai mainly because I am very interested in his inverted flip and hang time."
The rules of the game are very simple: Xiao Hai and Yang Kai each demonstrate a dance, and Jin Guanrong and Gao Ang imitate it. The one with the highest similarity wins.
Gao Ang wasn't worried about Fatty's situation; he was really looking forward to Yang Kai's ultimate move.
In the past, although he knew a few tricks, he was far inferior to the professionals, and his physical fitness was nowhere near their level.
He is completely different now. After being strengthened by the white sphere, his strength and control are vastly different from the Gao Feng of the past.
Doing a somersault or something is too casual.
He can even control the twitching of his muscles.
"OK, the two dancers' 30-second showcase is complete. Next, please welcome our two big brothers to the stage! DJ Ah Long, grab a bit!"
Yang Kai's demonstration was very simple. First, he did a C-step, then a series of kicks, followed by a handstand spin. After landing, he immediately flipped over and finished with an aerial inverted flip.
After inputting all of Yang Kai's movements into his brain, Gao Ang carefully broke down the key points of these movements.
The C-step and consecutive kicks are simple, and the handstand spin isn't too difficult either. It requires the use of arm and waist strength, especially the waist, which needs to generate power to drive the rotation of the entire body.
The last aerial inverted flip and hang time was a little more difficult.
A vertical handstand and hovering in the air is one thing, but Yang Kai's movements are different.
After inverting, press your legs back, so that your whole body forms an angle of about 135°, and stay in the air for more than 3 seconds.
After analyzing Yang Kai's movements, Gao Ang grasped the key points.
As the music began, Gao Feng proceeded with his performance methodically.
"Not bad, he looks very refined, and his movements are quite standard."
"These two moves are simple, but watch out for the ultimate move."
With his hands on the floor and his abdominal muscles engaged, Gao Yang immediately stood upside down.
Then, he started twisting his waist, and his whole body began to spin in the air.
"Wow, it's really spinning!"
"He even hit the beat of the drums."
After landing, he kicked two more C-steps, then Gao Ang put his hands on the ground again and did another handstand.
This time, he tried to shift his center of gravity forward as much as possible, while his legs began to drop, and his waist and abdomen engaged at the same time, trying to keep his center of gravity on a vertical line.
"Holy crap, Yang Kai's ultimate move has been countered!"
"How many seconds has it been?"
"5 seconds left!"
"7 seconds, keep going, almost 10 seconds."
Gao Feng finished the action after 10 seconds.
The demonstration should have ended here.
But the high-energy feeling doesn't end immediately after landing. You push off with your feet, lean forward, and simultaneously control your biceps, pectoral muscles, and deltoids to vibrate in sync with the drumbeats.
With each tremor, his forward-leaning body tilted downwards a little.
His feet were stuck to the ground as if glued with superglue, remaining completely still.
Holy crap, Michael Jackson reincarnated!
"Isn't that Michael Jackson's classic dance move?"
That's right, Gao Gao copied Michael's classic dance moves.
He didn't know how Michael achieved it, nor did he care to know if there were any props or post-production modifications.
He did it on impulse and out of worship, in a moment of madness.
As the last drumbeat ended, the angle between the high pitch and the ground almost reached 45 degrees.
Liao Bo, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. He rushed over and waved his hand back and forth above Gao Liang.
"I can vouch for you, we're not shills, and there are no steel cables above us. Ang, Ang, that's enough, lift your foot and let them see, there are no traps on our stage."
Once Gao Ang had regained his footing and returned to the center of the stage, Liao Bo immediately went to where he had been standing and jumped around a few times, saying, "There's no glue."
"I have to say, Brother Ang's move is even more awesome than Teacher Yang Kai's ultimate move, don't you all agree?"
"yes!"
Yang Kai, standing to the side, wasn't embarrassed at all; he was genuinely convinced.
The difficulty of this move is well known.
When Michael Jackson's music video was first released, many people tried to do it, but even leaning forward to 70° or 60° was a huge challenge, let alone 45°.
Moreover, Gao Ao is proceeding step by step this time, which increases the difficulty exponentially.
This is a considerable workload for the body's muscle groups, and he simply cannot do it at present.
In the game comparison segment, Gao Feng unsurprisingly emerged victorious.
"When did you secretly learn that?"
Back in his seat, Jin Guanrong couldn't wait to ask a question, and the people around him also crowded around to learn from him.
"What the hell are you learning? Hurry up and rub it for me, I have a cramp."
With his back to Jin Guanrong, Gao Yang grinned and said something while rubbing his hands back and forth between his abdomen and calves.
He then took the water handed to him by someone else, poured it all over his head, shook it a few times, and pretended to be very tired.
While Gao Ang was enjoying himself in the Ice City, several groups of people in the Blue Sea in the far south of the East were working overtime to search for that giant squid.
For some reason, the weather forecast didn't say it would rain, but by evening, it started to drizzle in Assam.
Waves gradually rose on the sea surface. Although they were not turbulent, they caused a lot of inconvenience to those who went out to sea.
"Team leader, this is the fourth group of people already. Should we send them a warning letter?"
The thin man in the Zhongshan suit looked at the new bright spot displayed on the radar and asked with a headache.
"No need, let them handle it. We're currently clueless, and our equipment isn't as advanced as theirs. If we rely on ourselves, we'll just lose track of the giant squid. They should have more experience in this situation than we do. Just stick with them."
Without hesitation, the short-haired woman immediately issued a new order.
"You mean we'll be the ones to reap the benefits?"
"That's about right. Stop talking nonsense and keep a close eye on that ship from the mountain country."
These foreign ships were all operating under the guise of commercial or scientific research, and their team was powerless to stop this blatant scheme.
Moreover, realistically speaking, their technology is indeed more advanced.
That giant squid dived to a depth of about 3,000 meters. Given the current depth-finding technology in the East, they would only lose track of it.
The mountain country is different; their deep-sea probes can reach depths of up to 6,000 meters.
All their team had to do was track those ships within their own waters.
Once they catch the giant squid, they'll get a share of the spoils.
Even if we don't want all the bodies back, we should at least get some spare parts.
Night had fallen, and apart from the whistling of the turbines and the howling of the sea breeze, the only other sound was the constant beeping of the radar.
"Team leader, something's happened."
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