Lin Ke slowly finished announcing the dance's name. The entire crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers.
"Bravo! Bravo! Magnificent!"
"I've never seen a man dance so beautifully!"
"No! This is the most beautiful dance I've ever seen!"
"So men can dance too! And with such masculine strength!"
"Not just masculine strength! There was softness and grace too!"
"Exactly! He didn't seem effeminate at all. Softness isn't effeminacy!"
Countless people cheered at the top of their lungs, pouring out the admiration and joy in their hearts.
It had been simply breathtaking!
They had been awestruck from beginning to end, stunned by Lin Ke's dance.
Before this, they had thought dancing was something only women did.
What man would do something like that?
Then they had been slapped in the face at the speed of light.
Men and women alike had found Lin Ke's dance a delight to behold, without any sense that his gender had been turned upside down.
Strong where it should be strong, soft where it should be soft.
And because Qi Ye had forfeited, victory in this round had gone to Lin Ke without any suspense.
Three rounds, with victory going to whoever won two!
Lin Ke's poetry manifestation had crushed Qi Ye's.
And he had won the dance round with even greater ease.
"This round, the dance of the Martial Path, is now concluded."
The eunuch spoke up at this point. "The third round-will you compete or not?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Qi Ye.
Everyone on Qi Ye's side wore an ashen expression, as though someone in their family had died.
They had lost!
They had considered the possibility that their Brother Qi might lose the first round, but they had never believed he would lose the second or third!
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