Chapter 081: The Duet Dance "Stand in My Shoes"

At that moment, facing the Electronic Music Demon and the Dance Sprite across from her, with another one or two thousand people screaming in excitement, Chen Fang panicked. Although she had attended all sorts of grand events and possessed a strong mindset, her vast knowledge was of no use here. This was the world of games, singing, and dance—if you couldn't dance, it was easy to become nervous.

Thinking of how this would affect Le Xiaotian's competition score, Chen Fang hesitated for a moment, then turned to ask, "Xiaotian, I'm scared. Can I not dance?"

While producing music live—“Stand With Me” (DJ Master Wisp-X's work)—Le Xiaotian smiled reassuringly, "It's fine. I'll be watching you from behind the whole time. Just follow the rhythm and dance however you like—I'll dance with you."

Seeing negotiations were hopeless, Chen Fang decided to throw caution to the wind—after all, Le Xiaotian was there.

At that moment, Le Xiaotian pressed a button on the Thunder God Demonic Ermine.

Crackling sounds burst out!

Instantly, two silver arcs of electricity shot forth, weaving into his and Chen Fang's bodies, connecting them together.

Chen Fang's body shuddered violently, as if every cell in her body had been awakened, brimming with wild energy.

Seeing these two arcs of lightning, the players all exchanged startled glances. Was this the power of a divine artifact?

Though he could compose legendary music live without needing monitoring headphones, to avoid being too shocking, Le Xiaotian still picked up a pair of headphones and wore them halfway.

He twisted a knob, then said to Chen Fang's back, “Testing. Sing an opening note.”

Chen Fang immediately opened her mouth: “Ah—”

Nodding, he slid the disc and continued directing, “Stomp your foot.”

Bang!

As Chen Fang stomped her foot, she felt a current racing through her body—a thrilling sensation.

After running through several unnecessary preparations, Le Xiaotian looked up at the Electronic Music Demon and Dance Sprite ten meters away and announced, “Dance track ‘Stand With Me,’ 128 bpm, two-person version. Let the dance battle begin.”

With that, the Dance Master System’s voice sounded, providing a stream of information and stage effects.

Electronic Music Demon’s dance power: 135,000; Dance Sprite’s: 148,000; total: an even 280,000. Wandering Dance God’s dance power: 200,000; Xiao Fang’s: 300; rounded total: 200,000.

“Dance power” here was not the same as a transcendent dancer’s strength—it was an overall assessment of combat ability.

Seeing this, the players were speechless. Le Xiaotian had just arrived and already broke through 200,000 battle power, having crushed 58 top-tier dancers in succession.

But now, this was a duet, and Xiao Fang’s 300 was glaringly obvious. 200,000 versus 280,000—this was worth watching.

While everyone held their breath, Le Xiaotian began mixing live.

“Guwell, wait a moment; Guwell, wait a moment; Guwell, wait a moment…” As a string of electronic music notes rang out, a powerful drumbeat emerged, paired with a crisp, simple melody that instantly stunned the crowd. The intense electronic sound, amplified by six mountain-stacked speakers and two floating sound boxes, rippled outward like waves, making every player’s hairs stand on end and goosebumps rise in layers.

The Electronic Music Demon and Dance Sprite’s pupils contracted sharply. Though Wandering Dance God possessed a high-fidelity Thunder God Demonic Ermine as a divine instrument, to produce such an effect, mastery of its use was essential.

His musical skill was as extraordinary as his dancing; no wonder he had integrated instrumental performance—how cunning!

Though less accomplished in music, the Electronic Music Demon and Dance Sprite were masters of dance.

In the next instant, the Electronic Music Demon nodded and began a slow stride. Seizing the perfect moment, he leaped into the air and executed a 378-degree flip—distinct from mere acrobatics. Landing, he propped his left palm on the ground, switched to his right, and spun his legs in a whirlwind, performing a dazzling ground spin.

Hand and foot alternated, his speed increasing, syncing perfectly with the drumbeat. The players roared with excitement.

A true master—he had found his entry point with ease.

The Dance Sprite, meanwhile, nodded and walked slowly, circling the Electronic Music Demon. Her movements were slow and subtle, but the surrounding crowd’s cheers grew even wilder. This was because her body was brewing with energy, and when she exploded, it would be spectacular.

Sure enough, at the eighth measure of the music, she sprang into action. Her legs parted slightly, hips swaying, face solemn, fists clenched—she began to sway side to side in place. Her movements grew wider, more powerful, her flexibility unfolding as she launched into a highly difficult snake dance.

As her waist and hips rotated in perfect circles, she started to jump. In an instant, her infectious energy, accentuated by her red outfit and the music’s surging climax, swept over the crowd.

At this point, the players fell into a wild frenzy—shouting, tossing their heads, swaying, twisting their waists, and shaking their hips in a collective dance.

By now, Chen Fang was a bundle of nerves. With the stellar sound effects and booming volume, she desperately wanted to dance. Surrounded by thousands all dancing, the physical urge to move was overwhelming—she wanted to leap into the air.

But watching the dazzling skill of the Dance Sprite and Electronic Music Demon nearby, she felt immense pressure—like a mountain.

Finally, she could no longer resist the powerful urge in her body. She had to dance—she simply had to.

Nodding, she imitated the Dance Sprite, twisting her waist and swaying her hips in place.

“Hiss hiss hiss!” The players immediately jeered and danced, mocking her.

Chen Fang’s cheeks flushed—she knew she had been stiff and awkward, utterly outmatched by those around her.

Unable to bear their ridicule, she turned to seek Le Xiaotian—perhaps his gaze would give her some comfort.

But as she turned away, the players’ catcalls grew louder. In a dance battle, presence was crucial throughout. Now, Xiao Fang didn’t dare face her opponents—she had already lost in terms of spirit.

At this moment, Chen Fang felt wronged. She usually listened to music and danced, but honestly, her skills were nothing remarkable.

In this grand arena crowded with masters, she knew even the Dance Sprite’s simplest move would take her ten or twenty days to learn—and even then, she might not capture its essence.

Driven by a subconscious need for comfort, she sought out Le Xiaotian’s eyes—and found them, feeling reassured.

At that moment, with his hands at the turntables, Le Xiaotian was ready to intervene. In musical performance, especially as a DJ, controlling the atmosphere was fundamental.

He gave Chen Fang a smile, filled with myriad emotions, then took off his headphones.

His expression changed instantly—he jumped on the spot, pointed to the sky with his right hand, traced a circle, and swept his gaze across the crowd, his presence exploding outward.

Almost instantly, the players felt the shift.

In a dance battle, the competitors needed not only to resist being influenced and thrown off rhythm, but to captivate the audience as well.

In that intangible moment, the Electronic Music Demon and Dance Sprite were both secretly startled by the change in aura.

Perhaps it was Le Xiaotian’s encouraging gaze, or maybe she was moved by his dance.

In an instant, Chen Fang felt as if she had come alive—her whole body surged with newfound vitality!