"Hey, you actually smashed my speakers."
The multicolored Ambiance Lights that had been sweeping around nonstop stopped working and went dark in an instant.
The imitation contestant glanced at the most important speakers and could only shake his head sadly.
"Damn, that's like a cow rubbing against a power line—nothing but bull and lightning..."
"Fine. Since you're such a killjoy and won't dance, forget it."
The imitation contestant pondered for a moment, then raised his head and lifted both hands high.
"Women's safety! No... I surrender!"
"Huh? You're surrendering already?" Luka had only just recovered and had wanted to keep fighting him.
"My speakers are broken. I've lost the will to fight."
The imitation contestant looked utterly helpless.
"You people don't understand art at all."
"Then why are you impersonating someone else?!" Luka shouted.
"Isn't it better to just be yourself?"
"Be myself?" The imitation contestant looked at Luka and sneered.
"Go back to being that ordinary person with no special skills, who could only spend his whole life working himself to the bone at manual labor? What could I afford?"
"If my childhood friend back home hadn't told me to grow my hair out and said I definitely had an innate Yan Huan physique, I'd still be harvesting corn right now!"
"Don't let me surrendering in a competition like this fool you. When I leave later, I'll be driving fancy cars."
"Have you ever worn a luxury watch? Could you afford a villa?"
"If being myself meant living better, then of course I'd be myself."
The imitation contestant snorted and silently left the arena.
Without the speakers, there was no showmanship. Even if he won, he couldn't satisfy his fans' emotions. He might as well surrender and go get the speakers repaired...
"This world truly has countless heroes!" Yan