Chapter 105 Part 2

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Chapter 105 Part 2: “Dangerous Party:” Full of Danger and Allure: the Demon King (2)

In the audience, anticipation grew as two figures emerged into the light.

“Great Devil and Godly Qing are coming out first? Can’t wait to see the powerful performance they’ll deliver together.”

“‘Dangerous Party’ isn’t a technically challenging dance, but capturing its atmosphere is the key to a high score—or perhaps overpowering it with sheer stage presence. Either way, they need to make it captivating.”

“Honey Qing is in top form on stage. Even if she performs at just half her peak, she won’t lose to anyone!”

As snowflakes seemed to drift, the stage lights dimmed. Darkness descended like a curtain.

With the next breath, the prelude of “Dangerous Party” began.

The lights brightened.

A slender arm wrapped around a golden retriever’s neck. The two figures stood locked in a suggestive embrace, their backs to the audience. They emerged like shadowy players in a dangerous game.

As the music swelled, Chu Yuanqing glanced at the empty camera ahead. Her shoulders swayed with the rhythm, her short, coffee-colored jacket slipping off to reveal a fair, elegant shoulder. The movement was sharp yet fluid, a quiet but commanding allure.

After a few beats of captivating shoulder sways, she spun naturally within her partner’s embrace. It was as if the two had met under neon lights and were about to leave the colorful chaos behind.

Xie Qingxuan’s hand tightened slightly around her waist, her body mirroring the rhythm of the girl’s turn. Then, with a deliberate grace, she released her, letting Chu Yuanqing drift away like a butterfly.

Her gaze lingered as she extended her hand.

Chu Yuanqing, spinning out of her partner’s arms, turned twice before clasping the offered hand and pulling her partner back in with firm determination. She took the lead, stepping into the other’s embrace.

Her tall boots made her seem slightly taller. Tilting her head upward, her lips came tantalizingly close to her partner’s face, her clear eyes brimming with flirtation.

The audience erupted in screams of excitement, wishing they could see the two kiss.

But the dance was a masterclass in tension. It was a game of push and pull, a play of hot and cold.

The performance flowed like a nightclub waltz. Their movements were seamless—like two skilled players testing boundaries, communicating with every motion.

Finally, their steps drew them closer.

Xie Qingxuan’s arms encircled Chu Yuanqing, a hunter capturing its prey. Her hands moved down, gently caressing the other’s waist, lifting the short jacket slightly to reveal smooth, fair skin.

Chu Yuanqing followed the music’s beat, her body swaying in perfect rhythm. She smiled faintly, spinning in her partner’s arms before breaking free with a confident clasp of Xie Qingxuan’s neck.

The camera caught their synchronized movements. It was a new game, a fresh moment of electric chemistry.

And all of this happened within thirty seconds.

The audience was overwhelmed by the sensory bombardment. In the live broadcast room, fans were losing their minds, unable to contain their excitement.

Under the stage.

Dance instructor Chen Baijiu sat in quiet amazement.

Chu Yuanqing’s progress is remarkable, he thought. Her rhythm, execution, understanding, and body control had evolved dramatically. In less than a month, she had left behind her initial awkwardness and transformed into a performer worthy of the stage.

Yet, despite her talent, time was against her.

The other top players—Xie Qingxuan, Chen Yining, Ji Shuzhu, and Tang Liuli—had been honing their skills for nearly a decade or more.

Each was a prodigy, a potential star in any other competition.

Even with Chu Yuanqing’s talent, no one could make up for ten years of dedicated practice in just six months of a talent show.

But there was one thing that could change the game.

Heart Flow.

The metaphysical power, unique and awe-inspiring, had the potential to bridge the gap and help her shine brighter than anyone else.

Chen Baijiu sighed. Despite her growth, slight inexperience in certain areas—singing, dance detail, physical charm—would inevitably lead to point deductions.

On the stage, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

A silent roar filled the venue, growing into a storm.

Xie Qingxuan raised her gaze, her deep eyes swirling with dark mist.

Time seemed to slow.

The world around her sharpened into clarity, stark and ugly, while the figure in her arms remained vibrant and beautiful.

At that moment, Xie Qingxuan underwent a profound transformation.

Her aura erupted—a conqueror’s dominance. Like a monarch claiming new territory, her energy surged, a Demon King’s overwhelming presence consuming the stage.

Heart Flow.

This raw, metaphysical power reached its climax, exploding in an unforgettable display.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The waves of darkness spread through the stage, surging beyond the lens and screens.

It was irresistible.

It overdrew the emotions of everyone present, leaving nothing untouched.