Chapter 151: The Signal of Counterattack

At four o'clock in the morning, under the dim, glowing streetlights outside the entrance of the soaring hotel, nineteen motorcycles and a medium-sized truck were already lined up on the street, fully prepared and ready to go.

As the conductor, Yue Xiaotian turned around and said to the thirty-six musicians, "If you want to take down that little diva bitch, the first thing you need to achieve is dynamic singing. I will teach you the nine realms later; for now, you just need to firmly memorize five words: entering the divine to transcend mortality. In a moment, I want all of you to be completely focused, completely focused, understand?"

After the excitement of the previous night, the thirty-six musicians were still somewhat thrilled. After all, this was a battle against the transcendent dancer and pop diva Hong Mei, who commanded hundreds of millions of fans!

Amidst their excitement, the thirty-six musicians roared in unison, "We will strictly obey the conductor's decree!"

Glancing at the musicians, Yue Xiaotian put on his helmet, and then turned to Ziwei, who was dressed in tight-fitting clothes in the passenger seat behind him, saying, "Let me feel your heartbeat."

With a blushing face, Ziwei, wearing her helmet, involuntarily hugged Yue Xiaotian tightly, entrusting the entire weight of her body to the conductor who would accompany her through life after life. "Mm, Weiwei understands."

Bending slightly, Yue Xiaotian started the engine, squeezed the clutch, shifted into gear, and twisted the throttle.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom!" Instantly, a roar of engines accompanied by billows of white smoke filled the air, and the nineteen motorcycles and the truck slowly moved forward.

At first, Yue Xiaotian did not drive very fast, maintaining a speed of around twenty to thirty miles per hour.

Once steady, he turned on the vehicle's music player, and the melancholic little love song, *Heartbeat*, began to play.

The deliberately amplified volume drowned out the engine noise, making it relatively clear in the otherwise quiet streets.

After a dozen seconds of meditative brewing, Ziwei gently cut in at the right moment: "A-kan-fei-gou-ao."

At the same time, the thirty-six musicians, who had only looked at the sheet music temporarily last night, also began to sing along: "A."

Unfortunately, as soon as they sang, Yue Xiaotian turned off the music.

The thirty-six musicians knew their problem well. The moment they opened their mouths, the cold wind blew into their throats, causing a shiver to run through their entire bodies. After all, it was only four in the morning.

Comparatively speaking, Tianhao, who was driving the truck, smiled because he had a windshield. Therefore, he sang with a full smile on his face: "A."

Without superfluous words, Yue Xiaotian played the music again.

As Yue Xiaotian at the very front gradually increased his speed, the number of restarts multiplied, because it was simply too cold—even though everyone was wearing thermal clothing.

Along the way, lights flickered in the surrounding buildings. Those were early-rising martial artists preparing for the competition, as well as excited spectators.

As the number of mistakes increased, Yue Xiaotian's roars gradually grew louder.

Meanwhile, on the roof of the headquarters building of Longteng Entertainment Company, two middle-aged men were smoking and chatting.

The metropolis was always brilliant with lights, regardless of day or night. Overlooking the surrounding buildings, a mature-looking man said, "Should we really bet our fortunes on Yue Xiaotian? Ever since Ziwei's performance failed last night, our competitors don't seem to have reported much about it?"

In response, the other man's eyes turned profound. As he slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, he smiled and said, "In past Grand University Tournaments, transcendent dancers rarely performed, and Diva Hong Mei was an exception. Now, there is an extra six-star dancer, the elven Ziwei. How could our old rivals give up this opportunity? Besides, there is also Yue Xiaotian, who managed to tame a transcendent dancer. Do you really think this lacks value for excavation?"

The mature man asked doubtfully, "Yes, of course it has value, otherwise I wouldn't have said that. I just can't figure out why so much time has passed and no reports have come out yet."

The other man flashed a wise look in his eyes. "Because Yue Xiaotian has too volatile a temper. If we went to interview him and he actually beat us up, even though we could use it for sensationalism, our company's reputation would still suffer. By the same token, they cannot possibly be unaware of this. It's just that, like us, they are waiting for the best timing."

Yue Xiaotian was undoubtedly the primary news focus of this Grand University Tournament.

A lame person breaking the 100-meter sprint world record, competing under his own name, a newcomer with a new song that instantly rocked the venue, disregarding his image by threatening to beat up reporters, hitting someone until they vomited blood during a globally broadcasted performance, and subduing Ziwei, the third princess of the Water Elf Kingdom who possessed the status of a mortal, as a singer.

Although it was unknown how the review department negotiated with him, Ziwei still performed alongside Hong Mei. This was something that had never happened before. After all, ever since her debut, Hong Mei always maintained the highest posture at every performance; unless they were friends, everyone else had to make way for her.

They had thought there would be major news this time, but as a result, Ziwei suffered from stage fright!

After hours of brewing, up to this point, the competitors' reports were all focused on events leading up to Ziwei and Yue Xiaotian, and not a single media outlet had reported the subsequent latest news. There was something fishy about this.

At this thought, the mature man flicked his cigarette ash. "What timing are we waiting for?"

Exhaling a long breath, the other man said in a solemn tone, "Precisely because Yue Xiaotian has a volatile temper, he must be furious right now. If we go over now, we are just looking for trouble. Because of this, I dare bet that he will never let this matter rest. And what we are waiting for is the signal of his explicit counterattack."

Indeed, in the captured video, Yue Xiaotian's ferocious face was enough to explain everything.

Although no one dared to step forward because he had smashed his microphone and possessed a fiery temper, anyone in their line of work could read lip movements.

The exact words of his roar last night were: "Perform your fucking ass off! If you don't come today, when you want to come in the future, I'll make you break your heads trying to squeeze in!"

Last night, Diva Hong Mei and her friends had booked all four major dance halls: Heaven, Earth, Yellow, and Water. Coupled with the fact that Ziwei was a newcomer, her performance consisted of only a single song lasting a little over three minutes.

Therefore, the initial number of people in the Xuan Dance Hall was very small. To Yue Xiaotian, this was an extremely serious problem. Even if Ziwei hadn't suffered from stage fright, he probably would have cancelled the competition.

Otherwise, why else would he have first uttered the phrase, "If you don't come today, when you want to come in the future, I'll make you break your heads trying to squeeze in"?

Judging from this sentence, combined with his previous performance of the Blue Star immortal holy anthem *Somadeya*, the domineering dragon roar, and the way he rocked the house, he possessed a kind of arrogance rarely seen in ordinary people.

Although it was unclear what exactly this was, it could now be concluded that he would definitely counterattack, and he would certainly do it in a very high-profile manner!

Thinking of this, the mature man nodded repeatedly, secretly warning himself that he must be much more sharp-witted in the future.

Although he now believed that Yue Xiaotian was a dark horse, his willpower was still not firm enough, his vision was not sharp enough, and he was even inferior to his colleague beside him. Perhaps this was why his performance lagged behind this man's.

At that very moment, the phone ringtone sounded in the pocket of the less mature-looking man.

Taking out the phone to answer it, as the conversation progressed, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

After hanging up, he tossed away his cigarette butt, a trace of excitement bleeding into his tone: "The helicopter will arrive in ten minutes; Yue Xiaotian has been found. Let's go, quickly grab our gear, this breaking news belongs to Longteng for sure!"