438: Chapter 438 Let's Get Hype!

In the plaza, the verbal sparring escalated.

"Green-skinned dwarf, is that dancing? That's a seizure!"

"Centaur brother, stop yelling. It's a waste that your voice isn't being used for breeding at the village entrance!"

"With that level of skill, you dare to call it a rigged match? The dog tied at my front door has more rhythm than you!"

The NPC faction was roasted so hard they had no way to fight back.

Chen You stood at the very front, arms crossed over his chest, his mouth curling up into a wild grin.

He glanced at the time; there were 11 minutes left.

At this rate, these players could roast the other side until dawn, even digging up their family trees to rewrite them from scratch.

As long as they could drag out these 11 minutes, they could win this deadly "Artistic Judgment" 1-0.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The scoreboard above the arena flickered violently.

[Warning! Passive play detected from the "Artistic Vanguard" faction; they are attempting to use non-artistic means to stall for time!]

[Countdown for the second round of judgment has been forced to start!]

[Please have the "Artistic Vanguard" faction send a contestant to the stage within 30 seconds, or this round will be forfeited!]

The cold, mechanical voice echoed throughout the city.

The noise in the plaza came to an abrupt halt.

The players looked at each other, their insults stuck in their throats.

The NPC faction was stunned at first, then erupted into ecstatic cheers.

"Hahaha! Justice prevails!"

"Despicable outlanders, your schemes have been seen through!"

The Murloc Bobo instantly revived, pointing at Chen You and shouting, "Send someone! Go ahead and send someone! You were quite talkative just a moment ago, weren't you!"

The smile on Chen You's face froze.

Damn it.

System, you old fox, can't you play fair?

"Quiet!"

A thunderous roar exploded like a clap of thunder.

On the throne, Salos seemed to have received the system notification as well and stood up abruptly.

He drew the double-edged great axe from his back with a reverse grip and slammed it heavily onto the stone floor.

"Boom!"

A violent wave of energy swept across the plaza, knocking several nearby players to the ground.

Salos glared down below.

"I am here to be the judge, not to listen to you ants bicker!"

He pointed at Chen You, his voice deafening: "Send someone up immediately! If you dare to waste another word, I'll chop you all to pieces right now!"

The pressure of the number one Berserker was released without reservation, leaving the entire area silent.

Chen You's eyelid twitched.

Who should he send up?

Normal singing or dancing definitely wouldn't work; if it took too long, the system would probably accuse them of stalling again.

He needed a performance that didn't have a clear concept of an ending.

Chen You's gaze suddenly stopped.

Behind the crowd stood three male players with extremely eye-catching styles.

One sported spiky red hair, one had yellow hair reaching his waist, and the third had melancholy blue bangs swept to the side.

All three were dressed identically in tight black skinny jeans, tight short-sleeved shirts with skull prints, and shiny little leather shoes.

He didn't expect to encounter such flashy delinquents.

Chen You's eyes lit up, and he pointed a finger: "You three, step forward."

The red, yellow, and blue trio were stunned for a moment, looked left and right, and upon confirming that Chen You was calling them, they were instantly overjoyed.

"God You! Calling us?" The red-haired player's voice trembled with excitement.

"Yes, you." Chen You pointed to the empty arena. "Go up and dance."

"No matter what you dance, just fill up the remaining ten minutes for me. Can you do it?"

"Ten minutes?" The yellow-haired player slapped his thigh. "God You, who are you looking down on? Give us a DJ track, and we can shake this arena until it collapses!"

The blue-haired player flicked the bangs covering half his face, his tone deep: "We have waited too long for this day."

"The era that belongs to us has finally arrived." The red-haired player looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, a glint of tears seemingly flashing in the corner of his eye.

The countdown had 5 seconds left.

"Stop talking, get up there!" Chen You commanded.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The three of them darted onto the arena like startled rabbits.

The entire audience's gaze instantly focused on these three colorful weirdos.

On the NPC faction side, the centaur, having just recovered, snorted and looked suspicious. "What kind of race is this? Why are their hair colors so vibrant?"

The Murloc Bobo sneered, "Playing god and acting like ghosts; do they really think they can win the judgment with these three skinny monkeys?"

On the throne, Salos frowned, eyeing the pants that were tightly stretched across their legs, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"This kind of armor that restricts the lower limbs severely affects power generation. How do they intend to fight... no, how do they intend to dance?"

On the arena, the trio quickly arranged their formation.

The red-haired player stood at the very front, took a deep breath, and covered his mouth with both hands.

"Unts-unt-unts, pfft, unts-unt-unts, check it out!"

A burst of extremely rough beatboxing, accompanied by obvious spitting sounds, spewed from his mouth.

No instruments, no sound system; he relied entirely on his mouth to carry it.

Amidst this hypnotic rhythm, the yellow-haired and blue-haired players moved.

Both of them rapidly crossed and flipped their hands in front of their chests, their wrists as flexible as if they had no bones.

Their arms were like helicopter propellers, spinning in front of their chests until they became a blur.

"Flower hands!" someone in the player faction exclaimed.

Following that, both of them slightly bent their knees, and their waists began to twist violently.

Their leather shoes rubbed rapidly against the hard stone floor, emitting a harsh "creaking" sound.

Their bodies swayed wildly to the rough "unts-unt-unts," their movements expansive and uninhibited, each head toss accompanied by their colorful hair dancing chaotically in the air.

"Gather at the village entrance!" the yellow-haired player suddenly roared.

"Bring your own cement!" the blue-haired player chimed in with tacit understanding.

The next second, the two of them threw themselves onto the ground.

There was no real cement, but the arena had already had many stone slabs shattered during Sander's previous war dance, leaving it covered in a thick layer of lime and dust.

The yellow-haired player supported himself with his hands, kicked his legs upward, and his whole body began to spin wildly on the ground like a top—a Thomas flair!

The blue-haired player was not to be outdone; with his back to the ground, he kicked his legs wildly in the air, using his waist strength to execute a set of extremely wild windmills on the ground.

"Boom!"

With this set of floor moves, the two of them kicked up all the dust on the arena.

The dust, mixed with stone debris, instantly turned into a small sandstorm, enveloping the entire arena.

The two were barely visible in the sandstorm, still rolling and grinding frantically.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The NPCs and players in the front row were choked and retreated repeatedly.

On the throne, Oro waved his staff, and a barrier of clear wind blocked in front of him.

Arrow of the Moon remained expressionless, a faint light glowing on her pure white skirt, fearing it might get even a speck of dust on it.

Salos's eyes, however, lit up.

Letting the dust hit his face, his large, bell-like eyes stared fixedly at the two figures frantically grinding on the arena floor.

"Incredible..." Salos muttered to himself, his thick fingers tapping unconsciously on the handle of his great axe.

"It appears to be foolishness, but this movement, which utilizes every joint in the body to perform high-speed grinding against the ground, is actually an extremely rigorous form of skin and bone tempering."

"Could this be some lost, ancient body-forging technique?"

The more he watched, the more astonished he became, especially at the yellow-haired one's Thomas flair.

That instantaneous explosion of waist and abdominal strength was something that even he, a member of the Titan God Clan, found stunning.