stjorthotic Chapter 436 No, we haven't won yet.
Chapter 436 No, we haven't won yet.
The players erupted in a roar that seemed to lift the dome.
Countless glow sticks were thrown into the air, turning into a dazzling rain of light.
"Great Demon King! Great Demon King!"
"This is art! This is true romance for men!"
"I want to lean on Tieshan! I want to lean on Tieshan!"
The sound waves grew louder and louder, making the surrounding buildings vibrate.
Hearing the cheers, Sander felt he had already won.
Instead of leaving the arena, she strode to the edge and snatched a megaphone from an NPC next to her.
"Cough cough."
Sander cleared his throat, and his rough voice instantly drowned out the noise of the entire arena through the magic artifact.
Chen You's eyelids twitched.
What is this thing going to do?
"Today, I stand here." Sander took a deep breath, and his eyes strangely reddened.
Two large teardrops rolled down her granite-like cheeks and hit the floor with a crisp "plop".
The entire room fell silent instantly.
The players, holding glow sticks, looked at each other in bewilderment.
"I know that in many people's eyes, I am just a crude city lord, a brute who only knows how to brandish swords and spears."
Sander's voice choked with emotion.
Her thick fingers gripped the megaphone tightly, her knuckles turning white.
"I have been confused and in pain. I love the stage and I crave the spotlight, but I don't know what true art is."
"Until I met him."
Sander suddenly turned around, raised his arm—enough to crush a boulder—and pointed it at Chen You on the sidelines.
Swish!
Tens of thousands of gazes, along with the eyes of the three powerful figures on the throne, instantly focused on Chen You.
Chen You's cheek muscles twitched almost imperceptibly.
Dude, you've gone too far!
"He was the one who gave me a ray of light in the darkness."
Sander sniffed, his voice growing more impassioned.
"He told me that art has no boundaries!"
"He told me that even the battle techniques of our ancestors, when imbued with a soul, can become the most dazzling star on the stage!"
"tutor!"
Sander suddenly knelt down on one knee, his massive knee slamming a deep crater into the ring.
She held the basketball in both hands as if it were a sacred object.
"Thank you! It was you who withstood the pressure from capital and tailored this 'Singing, Dancing, and RAP Basketball' routine specifically for me!"
"It was you who taught me what it means to persevere for 'two and a half years'!"
"Without you, there would be no Sander today! Without that soul-shattering Iron Mountain Lean!"
"This supreme honor, this laurel wreath of art, belongs to you, my beloved mentor—Chen You!"
He was in tears.
Deeply moving.
If you ignore her tight overalls and comical center-parted hair, this is definitely a moving speech worthy of being recorded in history.
Chen You stood there, feeling like his toes were about to tear through the soles of his shoes.
All he wanted to do now was find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or simply spend 100,000 gold coins to buy a teleportation scroll and escape this horrific scene.
But he can't.
He is my mentor.
He was a lone hero who rebelled against capitalism.
Chen You took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to rant inside.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze deep, a smile playing on his lips—a smile that was three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance.
"Sander".
Chen You's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.
You're wrong.
Sander was taken aback, then raised her tear-filled face.
"The glory does not belong to me, it belongs to you."
Chen You stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the starry sky, his tone revealing a world-weary detachment.
"I only gave you a seed, and it was you who watered this artistic flower called 'Iron Mountain Lean' with your sweat and perseverance."
"Remember, never bow down to capital."
"Your stage is the vast universe."
boom!
The whole place erupted.
"You Shen is awesome!"
"Our mentor is awesome!"
Down with capitalism! Long live art!
The players went crazy; they were completely ignited by this atmosphere that was both extremely cringeworthy and inexplicably exciting.
Standing behind Chen You, Lin Miao felt a strange tremor in her heart.
She watched Chen You's tall figure from behind, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest.
"Captain Chen...you really have it so tough."
"That's enough!"
A sharp voice suddenly shattered the frenzied atmosphere.
From the NPC camp, the merman girl Popo rushed out.
She pointed at the green goblin on stage, who had been knocked unconscious by the sound waves, and screamed, "This is a competition! It's a dance battle! This is blatant violence!"
"What 'Iron Mountain Lean'? It's a combat technique! This isn't fair!"
Eliminated contestants such as the Centaur and Slime also responded.
"Yes! Protest! Demand their disqualification!"
"This is not art at all!"
The atmosphere instantly became tense.
[The performances by both sides have concluded. The judging panel will now vote!]
The system notification tone sounded at the appropriate time.
All eyes in the room instantly focused on the three thrones.
Saros, Moon Arrow, and Auro exchanged a glance.
They all knew in their hearts what the outcome would be.
If all three players choose the goblin, Chen You's team will lose the first round.
Chen You stood below the arena, looking up.
He didn't wait for the system countdown, but spoke directly.
"Brother Sa." Chen You waved with a smile.
"You're number one in the entire server, a role model for berserkers, straightforward and honest. You should cast your first vote."
Saros snorted coldly.
He's a straightforward person and doesn't bother to hide his intentions.
"I'll vote for that green dwarf!"
Thalos pointed at the goblin merchant, his voice booming, "Even though he's writhing like a maggot, at least I can tell he's in heat!"
"That big woman down there, dribbling the ball and bumping shoulders, what a mess! 0 points!"
A beam of red light shot out from Thalos's throne and landed on the NPC's scoreboard.
0: 1.
The player faction is lagging behind.
The NPC faction erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Very good." Chen You's smile remained unchanged, and he didn't even blink.
He turned his head and looked at Oro, who was sitting on the far right throne.
"Brother Ao."
Chen You spoke sincerely, "You represent the divine, and you value fairness and integrity above all else."
"You take the second vote."
On the throne, Auro's grip on the staff tightened slightly.
He looked down at Chen You, his compassionate face revealing no emotion, but his mind was racing.
Thalos cast his vote for the goblin directly, as expected.
The score is now 0-1.
If he also chooses the goblin, the score becomes 0:2, and Chen You loses the first round.
This seems to be the option that best serves the interests of all three of them.
However, Oro is a smart man.
He knew exactly how to maximize his own interests.
If I throw to Sander, the score will be tied at 1-1.
Therefore, the final vote that would decide the outcome fell into the hands of Moon Arrow.
Let Yue Zhiyi be the villain who offends Chen You.
Thinking of this, the look of pity on Oro's face deepened.
"The gods teach us to see beyond appearances to the essence."
Oro spoke slowly, his voice ethereal and sacred.
"That goblin gentleman's dance was full of worldly greed, which was unsettling."
"And this lady..." Oro pointed to Sander, "Although her movements are strange, I sense a wild power breaking free from shackles in them, a cry from the soul."
"I followed my heart and voted for this lady."
A beam of blue light shot out from Ouro's throne and landed on the players' scoreboard.
1:1 tie!
The entire audience erupted in uproar.