In an instant, a light rain began to fall from the sky.
Seeing this, the viewers in front of their televisions fell silent and quietly watched the two people on the screen.
Yan Huan stood there silently with his hands in his pockets, raising his head to feel the raging wind and the fine rain.
Rainwater soaked Silvermane's cheeks, yet it did nothing to affect his composure:
"Mr. Yan Huan... if you still don't intend to make a move, then I'll have to go first."
"Heh. Then let me see what you're capable of." Yan Huan cast him a cold glance.
"Very well... excuse me!"
As restless music began to play, Silvermane leaped first, his feet striking the ground heavily before swiftly lifting again.
At the same time, his arms continuously shifted through different poses, appearing exceptionally nimble.
Amid the drizzle, Silvermane's dance seemed to brim with power. Even the raindrops falling upon his forehead appeared to avoid his edge.
"Heh, that's all?"
Yan Huan smiled arrogantly.
Then—
He spread his arms as well and quickened his steps!
His arms drew in and swept out like halberds on the march, while his footing remained steady, as light as a dragonfly touching the water.
Gradually, the rain grew heavier.
The two slowly drew closer beneath the downpour, their wild dance movements becoming increasingly forceful.
"My heavens!"
On the giant screen in the Penacony hotel lobby, the preliminary round host watched this battle of the century with his eyes wide:
"I never expected these two contestants to have such solid foundations in dance. This... this is true street dance!"
"Contestant Silvermane's dancing is elegant without losing its flair, restrained yet razor-sharp!"
"Meanwhile, contestant Yan Huan's movements are filled with arrogance and disdain, with an unmistakable sense of aggression!"
"This is a true