Chapter 87: He’s Incredible, a Man Like a God

Stunned! The entire venue was struck dumb, overwhelmed with disbelief. Everyone present—be it the three judges on stage, Wansifan and his dozen or so lackeys, the two thousand-plus spectators in the audience, the contestants, the security guards—all wore the same look of shock and awe, their actions and expressions uncannily synchronized. Not a single person moved; all were frozen in place, eyes wide, mouths agape, completely forgetting whatever they had been doing, transfixed by the youth standing on the stage.

The fourteen or fifteen university students who had just been ganging up on Chen Yufeng were astonished beyond words. Lying sprawled across the stage, they forgot their pain, forgot even to get up. Moments ago, relying on their numbers, they had intended to teach this country bumpkin a harsh lesson, never imagining that he would turn out to be an unrivaled master. His moves were elegant and dazzling, his strength astonishing, leaving them utterly defenseless before him.

A true expert—he was, without doubt, a true expert. Brother, you’re truly incredible. I’m in awe!

Wansifan, the spoiled rich kid, was stunned. His mind was a jumble—just who on earth was this person? What kind of luck did I have today, to encounter such a monster?

The three judges were equally dumbfounded. They had spent years in the entertainment industry, seen all kinds of dance—street, shuffle, popping, mechanical, K-pop—what hadn’t they encountered? Yet, the dance performed by this youth was entirely new to them.

But they had to admit, his performance was exhilarating, commanding, elegant, and grand—like watching a true king dance. Yes, this was the dance of a king!

Even those so-called dance gods among celebrities could not compare to this youth on stage. What they did could hardly be called dancing in light of what they had just witnessed.

Thank you, young man, for opening our eyes.

The two thousand spectators were floored. They had seen countless talent shows, countless displays of skill, but never anything like this—a performance that fused such wild, domineering dance with fighting. They had never imagined it was possible.

So this is what dance can be. So this is how a fight can look.

This is the art of dance—this, truly, is art!

The contestants waiting for their turn were shaken to the core, their confidence collapsing. Was there any point in showing off my own talent now? What on earth was I doing up there? Could I even call that dancing?

I thought my moves were already impressive enough to rival the dance gods, but now I realize I don’t know the first thing about real dance.

Thank you, handsome—no, thank you, teacher!

You’ve shown me my shortcomings. You’ve shown me what it truly means to be a dance god.

At this moment, everyone recalled the words this youth had spoken when first stepping onto the stage:

I was planning to perform a dance that would shake heaven and earth, to bring you an unprecedented visual impact, to let your souls be cleansed by my dance, to show you what true dancing is.

I guarantee that after seeing me dance, your standards will be transformed. From now on, no other man’s dancing will move you, for you will know the truth.

Can anyone else’s moves even be called dance?

At first, they had dismissed it as the arrogant boasting of a brash youth. Only now did they realize that every word was true—he had the right to be so proud.

Who in this world dares call themselves a dance god?

Who but him?

In everyone’s hearts, a tidal wave of awe and disbelief surged, and only after several seconds of Chen Yufeng’s stillness did they begin to recover. Then, like a landslide, a wave of exclamations erupted:

“My god, those flashy, insanely difficult moves—how did he do them? What kind of dance was that? That was unbelievable!”

“Incredible, just incredible! I honestly have nothing to say—he’s in a league of his own.”

“A perfect fusion of an unparalleled fighter and a supreme dancer—truly an unprecedented visual shock. I’m blown away.”

“Dance god! Dance god! Dance god...”

Once the judges regained their composure, their faces shone with excitement as they couldn’t help but shower Chen Yufeng with praise:

“This is a dance I’ve never seen before—truly stunning and a real pleasure to watch.”

“You’ve opened our eyes. I doubt an ordinary person could ever perform something like that.”

“Your dance makes me feel ashamed of my own. If possible, I’d like to learn from you in private.”

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Chen Yufeng looked out at the cheering crowd, listened to the judges’ unreserved praise, but his expression showed neither pride nor joy. Instead, he looked genuinely puzzled and asked, “What are you all doing?”

Judge Li Weidong, seated at the center, immediately smiled and replied, “Contestant, your dance gave us an unprecedented shock. Everyone is cheering for you—congratulations, you’ve advanced…”

“I didn’t even dance,” Chen Yufeng replied, still looking bewildered.

“Didn’t dance? That unique performance just now, so stirring—wasn’t that dance?” Li Weidong was at a loss, as were the other two judges. This was a dance god if there ever was one! Clearly, this young man knew how to be modest.

Excellent, truly excellent—a rare talent, with limitless potential.

“Oh, you mean those moves just now?” Chen Yufeng finally seemed to understand, gave a casual smile, and replied, “Oh, those were just warm-up exercises I do before dancing. I haven’t even started yet—I really don’t know why you’re all so shocked and excited.”

“W-what? What did you say? Warm-up exercises before dancing?” Li Weidong doubted his own ears, as did Lu Zehao and Guan Yaoqi. The two thousand spectators were likewise baffled.

“Just my usual warm-ups before I start dancing,” Chen Yufeng repeated, perfectly naturally.

“My god, did I hear that right? Just warm-up exercises before dancing?”

“That earth-shattering, unique, wild display—just his warm-up? What would his actual dancing look like? Who could even imagine?”

“Unbelievable, a god among dancers, a god among men. I’m in awe!”

Everyone present was once again stunned into an uproar. Had they not just witnessed Chen Yufeng’s divine dance skills, they would certainly have thought he was bragging and drowned him in ridicule. But now, no one dared doubt a single word he said.

Once the shock faded, Li Weidong’s excitement grew even stronger. With a fawning smile, he quickly asked, “So, can you begin your dance now? We’re all truly eager to see just how far your real performance can push our limits.”

“Absolutely not,” Chen Yufeng replied without hesitation.

“Why not?”

“Dance god, oh dance god, just one dance—please, we’re dying to see…”

The three judges spoke almost in unison, and the whole crowd joined in, clamoring for more. Their anticipation was overwhelming—even his warm-up moves had been eye-popping, a visual shock like nothing they’d known. Of course, their expectations for his real performance were sky-high.

Chen Yufeng calmly swept his gaze over the fervent crowd and the three judges, and replied with utmost seriousness, “I’m doing this for your own good. Just those warm-up moves left you so shaken—your spirits are too fragile to withstand the impact of my true dancing. If I ended up shocking you all to death, wouldn’t I be a criminal?”

With that, Chen Yufeng could not be bothered to respond to their uproar any longer. He simply took the green pass from the judges’ table, picked up his bag, grabbed the microphone, and shouted to the crowd, “Brothers and sisters, thank you for your support today! You’ve all worked hard. Here’s my leftover pocket money from yesterday—I’ve no idea how much is left, but, well… take it and use it! See you at the next competition, goodbye!”

With that, he tossed his bag down, strode off the stage with an easy grace, hopped on his bicycle, pedaled away, and disappeared into the sea of people.

The inconspicuous gray bag was immediately opened. When everyone saw what was inside, their eyes widened in fresh disbelief—it was packed with bundles of cash, at least over a million!

My god, just like that, he casually gave away over a million as a reward—truly a rich heir with a conscience…

Money! Grab the money!

A frenzy broke out as people scrambled for the cash; once that was gone, a new frenzy erupted for the bag itself.

This was the bag used by the dance god—I have to have it!

When all was said and done, everyone looked in the direction where Chen Yufeng had vanished, all wearing expressions of reverent awe.

All their shock and confusion converged into a single thought:

Wow, he’s incredible—a god among men!

Then they looked down at Wansifan, the rich heir now collapsed on stage in utter bewilderment, and the same thought rang out in their hearts:

Compared to a true god, you’re nothing at all!