Chapter Forty-Seven: The Lonely Rebel Fighter

On the big screen, the promotional videos of the two teams before the game are being played in the stadium, and this atmosphere can be regarded as rendering the entire venue. Not only the audience, but also the people who like hip-hop dance in front of the TV, including various Asian media, began to watch this visual feast with full attention.

"I'm so nervous, it's time for us to play." The Benge Dance Troupe was full of energy, and was about to come out, but Xuan Pheasant still came to the sideline first, because he still had to control the pulse of the whole team and control the DJ's notes.

The host had a crisp and neat voice, and the Benge Dance Troupe finally appeared, and the brilliant lights were concentrated in a corner of the stage like a laser at that moment, and the dancing soul Xiao Ke first jumped down from the top of the stage, attracting incomparable exclamations from the audience, and then continuous applause.

Ke habitually did his signature hand-shaking movements, precise and fast, a slow-paced pause, teammates on both sides immediately caught up, and the neat dance began ...

Qi Feng's expression was very relaxed, and he kept muttering something to the people around him, and it seemed that he was already confident. Chairman Shengda applauded together, smiling with Mr. Qi, and at the moment of turning sideways, he happened to see a tall figure behind him, Qiu Jun stood there coldly, staring at his godfather with his eyes, and the two of them continued to look at each other for nearly ten seconds. Whether to obey or retrograde, judging from Qiu Jun's face alone, he is still quite entangled.

The superb dancing style of the five members of Benge, and the more mature performance, at the final moment, made all the people stunned and admired.

The five people bowed deeply to the judges' seats and the audience, and President Qi and the audience also stood up and applauded them. The pheasant stretched out his thumb and pointed at his teammates on the stage.

"Brother", Che couldn't hold back his emotions and threw himself into Xuan Pheasant's arms all of a sudden.

"I didn't disappoint you this time."

Xuan Pheasant patted Che's shoulder, "No, you guys played very well."

"I don't think we should let our guard down and celebrate too early, the Holy Dance Company will not give up like this, and we must also be prepared to fight when the score is the same, after all, the fighting is the bigger challenge." Xiao Ke was not too excited, but analyzed the next game on the side. His eyes instantly focused on the Holy Dance Troupe who was about to play, and his eyes were firmly on the powerful opponent Mulan who had not taken any advantage over the "Twelve Gates of Holy Dance".

Dressed in red "battle robes", the five members of the Holy Dance Troupe are more like a champion defending the city, accepting the challenge of the Benge Dance Troupe. However, before their performance, the audience watched their performance with bated breath, because this battle is related to who will reach the top of the Chinese King of Dance Elite Competition, so as to represent China in the Asian Dance King Competition.

In the VIP seat, Qi Feng subconsciously glanced at the side of Chairman Shengda, and Chairman Shengda nodded obediently, meaning to tell Mr. Qi, "You can rest assured to take the first."

The music sounded slowly, the red-clothed army approached from far to near, forming a square circle, four people surrounded Qiu Shao in the center, and then squatted down at a uniform speed, at this time Qiu Shao's handsome appearance and handsome body were displayed, and the light was instantly projected on Qiu Jun's body, he rushed to the front of the team with a jump, and then made his Perfect Breaking.

Perfect. Although this is not the home venue of the Holy Dance Company, some excited fans and girls who can't contain their emotions still cry their names hysterically after seeing such a spectacular scene.

The choreography of the Holy Dance Troupe is based on the essence of the previous dance of the Japanese Red Man Dance Theater, so a lot of work has been put into the dance creativity. And now Qiu Jun is not fighting alone, the Aitu Weiwei behind him, the forest on the left and right, and Zhao Yang are also completing their actions excellently. And Mulan, who is good at the four dance styles, is now controlling the pulse of the whole team, and his strength is definitely first-class, otherwise this almost impossible dance and Qiu Jun would not be so confident to compete with Benge.

"Even if it's an opponent, even if it's a member of the Holy Dance Troupe, I applaud their performance." Xuan Pheasant clapped his hands after speaking.

"Didn't the Pheasant think the Holy Dance Order would defeat us?" Ke's voice was expressing his dissatisfaction with Xuan Pheasant's praise of his opponent.

Xuan Pheasant laughed, "My applause is not exactly appreciative of the Holy Dance Troupe, but I am also celebrating Ben Ge for being able to play such a match. ”

"Isn't this different?" Ji Yuan looked at the pheasant and said.

"Going around, still praising the strength of the opponent, Xuan Pheasant, you are really good." Ji Yuan also looked at Xuan Pheasant unconvinced.

"Humph! We'll see." Xiao Ke clenched the fist in his hand, and the hot blood in his body was like a volcano.

The Pheasant was still watching the performance of the Holy Dance Troupe with a relaxed expression.

Qiu Jun completed his dance with a sigh of relief. He let out a long sigh of relief, then bowed to the audience and the judges' box with four of his teammates. This big man of nearly 1.9 meters, as the head and captain of the Holy Dance Company, really shoulders the honor of the dance company and the pressure from the outside world in all aspects. He didn't want to let others manipulate this dance troupe, so as to serve as the flag of their business, he wanted to go backwards once and compete with the rival Benge Dance Company in front of him!

At this moment, the judges are carefully scoring the competition. The audience was chattering, speculating on the winning team in their hearts.

"Not bad?! You little guys of the Holy Dance Regiment are so strong." Qi Feng's voice was not so good when he said this, his words were full of sarcasm and dissatisfaction, and his expression was even more reluctant to look at the chairman of Shengda beside him.

Chairman Shengda is not stupid, he doesn't need Qi Feng's yin and yang strange words to count him, even he himself is wiping sweat while watching the game. He was really shocked by the performance of his five guys, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Just as he got up to find his godson Chojoon, the score of the competition came out, and both teams scored 480 points at the same time, and no more than 480 points fell directly below the two dance troupes. There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"Damn! If it spoils my big thing, see how I clean you up." Chairman Shengda's dead face was the same as Changbai Mountain. He angrily went backstage and was about to rush into the dressing room of the Holy Dance Troupe, but was stopped by the security guard on the side.

"Hello sir, this is the locker room for the players, and no outsiders are allowed to enter." Two security guards blocked the chairman of the company who wanted to enter the locker room, and one of them said politely.

"This little brother, maybe you don't know me, I'm the chairman of the board of directors of Shengda, and the boss of the Holy Dance Troupe, how can I not let the boss see the members of my family." The chairman of the board of directors of Shengda tried his best to defend himself.

"I'm sorry chairman, Qiu Jun, the leader of the Holy Dance team, said that no one is allowed to enter, including the chairman! I'm sorry, please go back." After speaking, he gave the chairman of Shengda a gesture to please return.

This is half angry with this old guy, his fingers tremblingly pointed to the door of the dressing room of the Holy Dance Troupe, and he didn't say a word for a long time, just blindly pointed there, maybe this is "dumb people eat coptis, and it's hard to say that there is suffering".