HDRDTH -Chapter 110 Singing, Dancing, Rap, Basketball!

Elder Li suddenly straightened up, eyes sharp as lightning, staring dead at the stage.

“Holy—Chu Feng!”

He barked into his earpiece.

“Pay attention to Wang Fei’s strap structure! That’s a minimalist form of tactical exoskeleton design! The load-bearing points completely avoid the main joints of the human body!”

Chu Feng in the backstage widened his eyes, slowly shifting his gaze from the overalls to the basketball in Su Qian’s hands.

His breathing froze for half a beat.

“Elder Li! That girl’s basketball—the color, the spherical structure… it’s definitely some kind of spherical control core simulating a micro nuclear reactor!”

Elder Li nodded heavily.

“This is Mr. Yu using a concert to demonstrate a new single-soldier combat doctrine to the entire military!”

The music started.

A wildly addictive, brainwashing electronic synth beat—so rhythmic it felt almost malicious.

Boom boom boom boom!

Dense drumbeats hammered directly into everyone’s eardrums.

Su Qian hugged the ball, stepped forward with her left foot, brought the right foot up, and twisted her body with absurd coordination.

She raised the microphone, speaking in a childish voice:

“Ji ni tai mei~”

The next second, Wang Fei moved.

Her expression turned cold. Knees slightly bent, waist suddenly exploded with force.

Her right shoulder dropped violently, cutting through the air like a blade.

“Iron Mountain Back!”

Backstage, Chu Feng sucked in a breath so hard he knocked over a cup of water. He didn’t even notice it rolling away.

“What a domineering force application technique!”

He gripped the radio tightly.

“Using waist rotation to concentrate full-body force into a single shoulder point—if this hits an enemy’s chest, the ribs would absolutely shatter!”

Wang Fei followed through with a smooth spin and casually performed a between-the-legs dribble.

“The way you walk toward me makes me so restless~”

Her voice carried extreme penetrating power.

“This footwork!” Elder Li slapped his thigh in excitement on the VIP stand, wincing in pain but ignoring it.

“Virtual and real combined! Looks like dribbling, but it’s actually top-tier tactical evasion movement!”

“What kind of feeling is this supposed to be~”

Su Qian bounced the basketball rhythmically beside her, shoulders twitching with the beat.

Chu Feng’s pen trembled violently. His notebook writing turned chaotic.

He stared at the stage, suddenly jolted, and wrote four huge characters with three exclamation marks:

SINGING, DANCING, RAP, BASKETBALL!!!

He roared:

“Mr. Yu is teaching the four-in-one law of modern warfare!”

He underlined each word three times.

“Singing = communication interference! Dancing = evasion movement!”

The pen pierced the paper.

“Rap = firepower suppression! Basketball…”

He suddenly looked at Su Qian’s orange ball, pupils contracting sharply.

“Kinetic weapon throwing!”

On stage, the hypnotic rhythm fully unfolded.

Ji ni tai mei!

Wang Fei and Su Qian both turned simultaneously, shoulders shaking wildly in sync with the electronic beat.

At first, the 80,000 audience was confused.

A thin man in the third row adjusted his glasses and turned to his girlfriend:

“What is this? Isn’t this supposed to be a diva comeback concert? This is… what the hell—”

Before he finished, his right shoulder twitched involuntarily.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I—I don’t know, slipped.”

Then his left shoulder twitched too.

The rhythm was too contagious.

Its frequency happened to align perfectly with a resonance point in the human heartbeat.

Even his girlfriend started swaying slightly.

They looked at each other—both seeing the same absurd confusion in each other’s eyes.

The viral rhythm spread across the 100,000-seat stadium like wildfire.

“Hey yo! What are you doing!!”

Su Qian shouted in her childish voice.

That single line became the ignition switch.

80,000 people stood up.

Every single one of them.

They didn’t understand tactical evasion or Iron Mountain Back.

Their brains had already been hijacked by the rhythm.

“JI NI TAI MEI!!!”

The entire stadium roared in unison.

Then—simultaneously—

Knees bent. Waist powered. Right shoulder dropped.

BOOM!

80,000 people performed the “Iron Mountain Back” together.

The stadium’s structural columns groaned under the shock. The ground trembled like a minor earthquake.

The glasses-wearing man froze after impact.

He looked at his shoulder.

Then at his equally stunned girlfriend.

“Holy shit… was I just controlled?”

She didn’t respond.

The next beat had already begun.

She was bending her knees again.

Ready for another round.

Elder Li stood in the VIP section, tears streaming down his face.

“Brilliant!”

He raised both arms.

“‘Ji’ means mechanism! Mr. Yu is teaching us to become precise war machines! ‘Tai Mei’ is the ultimate praise of combat aesthetics! He is awakening the martial spirit of the Chinese people!”

Tokyo, 50 meters underground intelligence center.

Sako Marufujī slumped in his command chair.

The main screen displayed live footage of the Beijing stadium.

No sonic weapons. No slaughter.

Only 80,000 people, under the lead of a mother-daughter duo in overalls, rhythmically twisting and shoulder-striking the air.

“What… is he doing…”

His lips were pale, body trembling violently.

The chief analyst knelt on the ground, clutching his hair in terror.

“Commander!”

“This is high-frequency mass hypnosis! He’s using a bizarre children’s song to instantly control 80,000 minds!”

The analyst pointed at the synchronized Iron Mountain Back movement.

“Look at that formation! Unified force points, unified attack posture! If deployed on a battlefield, this is 80,000 pain-free melee killing machines!”

Sako stared at the screen.

The haunting “Ji Ni Tai Mei” echoed through the speakers, carrying an invisible low-frequency tremor.

His brain went dizzy.

His heart began beating in sync with the rhythm.

His right shoulder twitched involuntarily.

PFFT!

A sharp electronic overload sound exploded from the monitoring system.

Sako could no longer withstand the combined psychological and physical pressure.

He spat blood onto the console and collapsed unconscious.

The entire Grand Wa intelligence center fell into dead silence and despair.

Back at the stadium.

The aftermath of Just Because You’re Beautiful still lingered.

The crowd was drenched in sweat, eyes shining unnaturally bright.

Then several more songs followed.

Wang Fei showed no fatigue—only increasing clarity and intensity.

Time reached 10:30 PM.

She raised her hand.

Instant silence.

80,000 breaths converged like a sleeping beast.

“Next…”

She spoke softly into the microphone.

“The final song.”