Chapter 18: This Master is Quite Pretentious

“Are you really from a remote mountain village?” He Meixuan, seeing that he didn’t even know what WeChat was, couldn’t help but start to doubt whether he truly came from some backwoods place in the mountains. After all, even a city kid who didn’t use WeChat wouldn’t ask such a clueless question as ‘What is WeChat?’

“Yes, that’s right,” Chen Yufeng replied with utmost seriousness, thinking to himself that his ancient-style costume must be pretty convincing to have fooled these two girls so thoroughly.

“So, the reason you came down from the mountains is really to be the personal bodyguard of some rich heiress?” she pressed.

“No, you’re overthinking it. I just came out to wander the world, uphold justice, and help the weak,” Chen Yufeng said, deliberately maintaining an air of mystery befitting a master of unparalleled skill.

“Oh, I think you just wanted an excuse to flirt with girls, right?” He Xiaoying teased, grinning.

“You’re overthinking it again. For a peerless master like me, chasing after girls would be beneath me, don’t you think? It’s the girls who should be chasing after me,” Chen Yufeng replied with a straight face.

“Then why don’t you take me as your apprentice? I’ll pursue you, and we can have a romantic master-disciple love affair, how about it?” He Xiaoying said, growing more excited as she spoke.

“Xiaoying, what nonsense are you spouting? Both of you, quiet down!” He Meixuan quickly turned and scolded her, her tone sweet yet firm.

“Oh, fine.” He Xiaoying agreed, stuck out her tongue mischievously at Chen Yufeng, and then fell silent, burying herself in her phone.

The atmosphere in the car quieted down after that. The BMW SUV sped along the road.

After nearly another two hours of driving, they entered the city of Ninghai. Chen Yufeng got out of the car as well. It was already past 8:20 at night. After getting out, he went to a nearby shopping mall, changed his clothes, bought a large backpack and some essentials. By the time he finished, it was nearly ten o’clock. He checked into a nearby hotel, planning to stay for the night and rent an apartment the next day.

Lying on the hotel bed, Chen Yufeng remembered he needed to sign up for the Strongest Boys and Girls competition. With a thought, he began to search within his divine system for information on dancing.

What he found shocked him. He opened the projection of a dancer, and saw a figure leap straight up, soaring three or four meters off the ground, spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees in mid-air, then landing and performing a series of nearly impossible moves—doing a handstand on two fingers and hopping, bending backward so that his body hovered just centimeters off the floor while shaking and dancing.

Was this really dancing? How on earth could a person pull off such uncanny moves? It was terrifying!

Compared to this, the backflips and somersaults on TV were child’s play. This was on a completely different level—so extraordinary it was almost beyond belief, as if it would frighten people out of their wits.

And this was just the dancer level. What about the dance king, or the dance god? He dared not even imagine.

No, no, this was way too over the top. Controlling his excitement, he continued on and looked at the dance disciple projection.

This figure moved with light, agile steps, body and footwork flexible and ever-changing, moving at dazzling speed. The various cool poses were so impressive they would leave any crowd in awe.

Heavens, even this would be enough to win the championship, wouldn’t it? Chen Yufeng thought for a moment—he really had no choice but to pick the dance disciple level; anything higher would be too frightening.

He quickly spent two points to redeem ten minutes of the dance disciple possession. Then he opened his phone and recorded a short dance video.

In the past, whenever Chen Yufeng saw others breakdancing, doing the robot or shuffle, he had envied them to no end, but he could never learn it himself, left only with admiration. Now, these were child’s play to him.

As he danced, he deliberately slowed down some of the moves. After all, this was just the preliminary round. Better to keep a low profile—just enough to pass.

After recording a one-minute dance video, he immediately submitted it to the official website of the Strongest Boys and Girls competition.

Now, all that was left was to wait for the results. He was confident that as long as the judges weren’t blind, there’d be no problem passing.

He’d made sure to wear a mask and sunglasses while recording, to preserve a sense of mystery and keep his face hidden. If he showed off such an incredible performance, what if he went viral by accident? Walking the streets, he’d be mobbed by fans—how could he ever have any peace?

His reasons for joining the competition, aside from fulfilling an old dream, were mostly to earn reward points. Just imagine, if hundreds of thousands or even millions were captivated by his dance or voice, worshipping and admiring him—wouldn’t his reward value soar sky-high?