nashuaworldcup Chapter 374 It's just a game, but it's really too hard for me.
Chapter 374 It's just a game, but it's really too hard for me.
"Wow! Wow! Look at this ball, it's so big and round!"
boom!
Sander suddenly slammed his shoulder down, accompanied by a rough roar.
A load-bearing stone pillar in the main hall of the city lord's mansion was blasted open, revealing spiderweb-like cracks.
Gravel fell in a flurry, but luckily Chen You dodged quickly and wasn't hit.
"Stop!" Chen You covered his ears.
Sander maintained her shoulder-top position, and the basketball bounced wildly between her large hands and the floor, leaving afterimages.
"Mentor, am I not assertive enough?"
"It's too imposing!" Chen You pointed to the rickety pillar.
"You're here for a talent show, not to demolish houses! The key is rhythm and attitude, not to kill the judges with your voice!"
Sander put away the basketball, his two-meter-tall frame looking somewhat aggrieved.
"But the combat skills of our ancestors were originally meant for killing enemies."
"Times have changed, Sander." Chen You said earnestly as he walked around her with his hands behind his back.
"We live in a time of peace, and we want to win over the audience with love and peace."
"Come on, take off your leather armor."
Sander was taken aback, covered his chest with his hands, and took a half step back warily.
"Mentor, art is art, I don't sell myself."
Chen You rolled his eyes, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What are you thinking! I asked you to change your look! This outfit doesn't suit the stage."
"Go find two sturdy animal hide straps and hang them on your trousers. And your hair..."
Chen You stared at Sander's wild, filthy braids and gestured at them.
"Spread your hair out, part it in the middle, and comb it into a middle part."
Ten minutes later.
Sander wore a tight-fitting linen shirt and loose animal skin trousers, with two thick leather belts cinched at his shoulders.
Her dreadlocks were forcibly undone and styled into an incongruous middle part.
With her dark brown skin and explosive muscles, the visual impact is comparable to the tyrant in Resident Evil wearing a sailor uniform.
Chen You suppressed a laugh and pinched his thigh to keep himself serious.
"Very good, now you have the physical attributes of an idol."
"Next, we'll combine singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball."
"Watch my movements carefully."
Chen You walked to the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and abandoned his dignity as a cultivator.
He slightly bent over, dribbled the ball in the air with his right hand, and made a lifting motion with his left hand, his shoulders swaying in rhythm.
"Chicken... cough, remember this shoulder shaking frequency. Then turn around, toss the ball, catch the ball, and say something at the same time."
Chen You quickly demonstrated the set of movements etched into his DNA.
Sander was stunned.
"Mentor..." She swallowed hard, her eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
"This kind of footwork, seemingly chaotic, actually conceals a deadly intent."
"A slight shrug of the shoulder can deflect the enemy's force at any moment, and the instant the ball is thrown while turning is the perfect way to lure the enemy in!"
"This...this is a high-level combat technique?"
Chen You's lips twitched.
If you insist on understanding it this way, there's nothing I can do about it.
"That's right!" Chen Youshun agreed, nodding emphatically. "Add some dialogue, and it'll absolutely blow the audience away."
Sander scratched his bald head.
"Teacher, what words should I use?"
Chen You sighed.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of nostalgia for Star Neptune.
If that guy were here, I could save myself a lot of trouble.
"Listen carefully, I will only teach you once."
"This is called rap, a high-level vocal technique. The core lies in rhyme and attitude."
Chen You snapped his fingers with one hand while tapping his feet on a beat.
"Yo, yo. Listen carefully to my name. The King of Hidden Star City."
"Two meters tall. His muscles are stronger than iron."
"You ask me what art really is."
"A four-step layup will break through your defense!"
Sander's eyes widened, a fanatical light flashing in them.
"This..." She was breathing rapidly, her chest heaving violently.
"Is this the true essence of art? Every word strikes straight to the soul!"
"That's right." Chen You crossed his arms. "These are your exclusive lyrics."
"Now, try it with your iron shoulder and dribbling."
Sander took a deep breath.
She closed her eyes.
boom!boom!
The basketball flew up and down in her hands.
She suddenly opened her eyes and thrust her shoulder forward sharply.
"Yo! Yo! Listen to my name! The King of Hidden Star City!"
The sound was deafening.
"Two meters tall! Muscles stronger than iron!"
Sander turned and the basketball went between his legs.
She immediately followed up with a powerful, heavy "Iron Mountain Lean".
Boom!
"Keep going! Don't stop! Get your emotions even stronger!" Chen You shouted, forcing himself to speak, while subtly taking two steps to the side.
Sander was completely absorbed in his own world.
"You ask me what art really is!"
She leaped up suddenly, her massive body making an extremely contorted lever-like motion in mid-air.
"A four-step layup will break through your defense!"
The basketball bounced off the ground the moment it landed.
A visible shockwave, mixed with sound waves, spread outwards.
"Mentor! I can feel it!" Sander stopped what he was doing.
She rushed towards Chen You with a fervent expression, "My blood is boiling! The power of my ancestors awakens in my song!"
Chen You's eyelids twitched as he looked at the faintly appearing red status icon above her head.
[System Notification: James Sand, Lord of Hidden Star City, has mastered the self-created skill "Sonic Oscillation - Iron Mountain Lean" and is currently in a state of heightened excitement.]
They really mastered the skill.
"Very good." Chen You steadied himself.
He glanced at the system interface; the icon for the guild boss battle had appeared, along with a countdown timer.
21 minutes 35 seconds.
Less than half an hour has passed.
"Your basic skills are already very solid, but if you want to win the center position in tomorrow night's draft, these words are not enough."
Chen You's brain was working at lightning speed.
He started dumping all the catchy pop songs and internet buzzwords he had heard before.
"Next, I'll teach you a more advanced technique—Flow transformation."
Sander immediately stood up straight, held the ball with both hands, and looked on with a pious expression.
"Listen carefully." Chen You cleared his throat.
"Speed up the pace and enunciate clearly."
"I practiced for two and a half years, and my clothes were soaked with sweat."
"You laugh at my madness, but I laugh at your blindness."
"Basketball is my sword, the stage is my heaven."
"If you anger me, I'll send you straight to the Western Paradise!"
Sander muttered to himself as he tried to keep up with Chen You's pace.
At first, her tongue frequently got tied in knots.
She pronounced "two and a half years" as "two halves" and "go to the Western Paradise" as "go to the Western Side".
Chen You interrupted him without hesitation.
"Try again! Speak sharply! Be aggressive!"
Sander demonstrated remarkable persistence.
The hall echoed with the muffled thud of basketballs hitting the floor and Sander's rough rap.
"I practiced for two and a half years! My clothes were soaked with sweat!"
As the song played, Sander's dribbling became increasingly fluid, and his Iron Mountain Strike was flawless.
Chen You sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and commented from time to time.
"Strengthen the 'dian' in 'fengdian' (madness)!"
Turn around and watch your expression! Show a hint of sarcasm!
Sander immediately forced a grotesque smile.
She dribbled the ball while yelling wildly.
The guards outside the city lord's mansion looked at each other in bewilderment.
Hearing the commotion coming from inside, no one dared to approach even a step closer.