Chapter 366

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone perform narration to this level. Even before the main story has started, this narrator has already completely captured everyone's attention."

With Qijiu's superb emotional delivery and heartfelt voice, the audience's dissatisfaction was largely soothed.

It was a stunning opening, at least for the previously restless audience.

"Xiao Yu, is that person someone you know?"

He Xue stared wide-eyed in surprise as she spoke.

Even though the other person only said a few simple lines, the way they conveyed the emotions was truly superb.

With just a few words, she won over the audience, making her far superior to previous cosplayers.

"No, keep watching, you'll be even more surprised."

Han Yu rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at the still dimly lit stage.

Well, the main event is about to begin...

Chapter 100: A Perfect Debut

"Hey, look, there seems to be someone behind us."

Many audience members noticed a figure emerging from the shadows behind the stage.

Because the stage was completely dark and poorly lit, it was difficult for the audience to see each other's faces clearly.

"It's finally starting. I'll take a look for the sake of Jiu Hu."

The young man pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and stared intently at the figure gradually emerging from the shadows.

He was stuffing a bucket of potato chips into his mouth when suddenly he stopped and froze on the spot.

"Hey... that's not a special effect, is it...?"

The other spectators who noticed the change stared blankly at the figure in the shadows, or more precisely, at the sparks rising from the friction at the figure's feet.

The heavy boots slammed into the ground, and the lake-blue greatsword scraped against the earth, sending sparks flying.

"That's impossible... Where would you get special effects for a stage play... Do you think this is a movie...?"

"Is this real fighting...? These actors are really going all out... Their hands would probably break after one scene..."

He swallowed hard to ease his dry throat. This was too much! How heavy must that weapon be?

She was clad in pure white armor, and beneath her neat, tousled golden hair were a pair of calm, clear blue eyes.

With sharply defined features sculpted like a knife's edge, the young man gripped his greatsword and swept it forward, the sound of it cutting through the air echoing across the stage.

"Holy crap... did you guys hear that sword wind just now? That guy's grip was incredibly strong!"

"He's quite handsome. Just in terms of appearance alone, he's a JOJO-level recreation of Arthur. But who is this guy? I've never seen him before?"

His tall and handsome figure closely resembled the original character in the game, and his handsome face also won the favor of many viewers. However, everyone had the same question in their minds: who exactly is the young man standing on the stage?

No one recognized the man in front of them; they had never met each other before, despite being regulars at various comic conventions.

Who exactly is this person? Why is they able to occupy the center position, while Jiu Hu barely gets a narration role?

A chilly evening breeze brushed against the Heroic Spirit's face; the earth, still slightly damp from a Xiao Yu, was also damp.

The air after the rain was not fresh; a putrid, fishy stench lingered around the Heroic Spirit, the pervasive stench making one want to vomit.

The unconventional one lurking in the shadows has discovered this suddenly arriving Heroic Spirit; she observes her, her face, hidden beneath her helmet, contorted with a ferocious madness.

The Heroic Spirit standing before her was the person she had once admired most, and also the one who had killed her with her own hands.

"These two, meeting in this way, will once again clash with swords, and the battle between Heroic Spirit and Breakers will begin."

A melodious voice echoed throughout the venue as Qijiu knelt on one knee, her eyes tightly closed, murmuring softly.

The suppressed tone suddenly rose, like a soaring hymn of praise performed in an opera.

"She has found you, the last Heroic Spirit. Will you be able to fulfill your wish?"

The sudden rise in tone stirred the audience's emotions, Qijiu stretched out her arms to embrace the audience in front of her with tenderness.

This stage now belongs to you, my little darlings.

Clang!

While all the audience's attention was still focused on Jiu Hu, a large, crimson-white sword pierced straight into the ground.

The heavy armor clattered as it stomped on the ground, and a silver-white bull-horned helmet emerged from the shadows on the other side.

Black patterns climbed across the red and white armor, and jagged barbs rubbed against the arm guards.

With each step a visitor took forward, the temperature in the venue dropped a degree.

"Call..."

Wu Liang took a deep breath, glanced at the audience in front of him, and slowly began to speak.

Try your best not to think about things outside of the performance, and try your best not to care about other people's opinions.

Regardless, I'm standing here to fulfill Ye Luotong's wish.

Since I've already promised them, I absolutely can't let them down at such a crucial moment.

It's just a stage play, so what if it's awkward? Even if it's embarrassing, we'll talk about it after the performance.

"Arthur ..."

The heavily armored red knight slowly walked to the greatsword and pulled it out on the spot.

She gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, blocking the way, and faint red particles emerged from the blade in her hands.

"Mordred, are you willing to become a disruptor just to become my enemy?"

Wu Liang coldly stared at the knight in front of him and took a small step forward.

"What a pointless question. You should know very well how much hatred I harbor towards you."

"Don't make a move, this man is my prey."

The red knight turned around and spoke to another person in the shadows behind him in a lecturing tone.

He then turned his gaze back to Wu Liang, and a chilling killing intent was released in an instant.

How confident are you in taking him down?

A black-haired woman dressed in a blue kimono with a red vest leaned against a corner and spoke coldly.

The dagger at his waist gleamed coldly in the darkness, and a scarlet ring surrounded his sapphire-like pupils.

Like a proud plum blossom, the woman crossed her arms and stared at the red knight with disgust.

"Enough with the nonsense. If you dare to interfere, I won't hesitate to chop you and him up together."

"Just shut up and watch how I tear this man to pieces."

Milutin brandished his greatsword and chuckled wickedly.

His eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, curiously surveyed the spectators in front of him.

Wow, there are quite a few people here, but she just needs to follow the script, right?

Okay! Then she'll put on a slightly more serious performance this time, since the young master has promised to stay up all night playing games with her.

"Holy crap! That vibe is spot on!! Wow! It's actually pretty accurate!!!"

"The emotional immersion is quite good, and the delivery of lines and the emotional transitions are also impressive!"

"I just don't know how they'll arrange the main event next. Whether we can get a high score depends on their later arrangements."

The audience looked at the people on the stage with excitement, and most of their previous resistance had dissipated. This is probably what is known as the "true fragrance law".

The opening was undoubtedly fantastic, with excellent narration that effectively introduced the scene and the actors' entrances and dialogues perfectly capturing the essence of the story.

This surprised everyone, since it's very difficult to draw people into the story from the very beginning.

However, the most important part of the plot is the spectacular battle scenes later on, which will test the actors' skills.

Boom!!!

A violent, rumbling roar suddenly erupted from the speakers all around.

Under the stunned gaze of all the spectators, the two figures, one in red and one in blue, collided like bullets fired from a streak of steel...

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Chapter 101: The Performance Reaches its Peak

The speed, imperceptible to the naked eye, stirred up dust on the stage, and the swirling dust was blown away in all directions like a storm.

Each time the two clashed, dazzling sparks flew in the air as their swords clashed.

The piercing sound of swords shattered the darkness, and the sharp sonic waves traveled through the speakers on the walls to the audience's ears.

"Holy crap!!!"

The oncoming cyclone made them squint, and the biting cold wind felt like steel knives pressed against their necks.

A strong sense of fear swept through my mind, as if the slightest movement would cause my head to be severed from my body.

Adrenaline was being released rapidly, and the intense and stimulating feeling made them excited.

Staring blankly at the two figures that moved across the stage like ghosts, their movements as swift as bullets leaving a chamber.

Are they watching a movie or a play? Is this an illusion or reality?

The audience who witnessed this scene were somewhat confused; the actions of the two people on stage were simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

"This... this must be special effects... this is definitely special effects... how could a normal person possibly do something like that..."

"Hey, hey, hey, that gust of sword wind just now almost sliced my skull off! Are they even human?!"

"The sword wind just now could be achieved with special techniques, but their movements were too exaggerated. I've only ever seen those kinds of high-difficulty moves in movies."

Overwhelmed with excitement and elation, the audience, who had witnessed it all, launched into a heated discussion.

The magnificent performance sent a powerful tremor through everyone's hearts, and their dissatisfaction and doubts about the play were shattered in an instant.

Some audience members also felt ashamed of their previous rude remarks, as the level of realism in the play far exceeded everyone's expectations.

This was undoubtedly a perfect performance; the performers on stage used their talent to thoroughly humiliate them.

"Look, Mordred and Arthur's armor seems to be glowing..."

The audience members sitting at the very front were the first to notice the change on stage.

As time passed, the patterns on the armor of the two knights slowly began to glow faintly.

It was probably coated with a fluorescent powder or similar luminescent material, as deep blue and crimson light were flashing around the two of them.

The two of them were like butterflies dancing in the night, and they had become the focus of everyone's attention in the dimly lit venue.

"I will prove to you that I am no longer that loser who could only follow in your footsteps!!"

Milutin, wielding his greatsword, leaped and slashed fiercely at Wu Liang's head.

The greatsword in her hand whistled as she swung it, showing no sign of holding back or showing any mercy.

She has been enjoying a peaceful and leisurely life since leaving the battlefield a few years ago.

The fierceness she had during her mercenary days gradually faded, eventually being sealed away in a corner of her heart that was hard to detect.

However, during the performance, she experienced a long-lost high level of excitement and tension when facing Wu Liang's offensive.