Chapter 135: A Commanding Declaration

The members of the Guest Team were ignited by Zhang Qiyang’s song. One by one, they grew high, dancing with excitement and clamoring provocatively at the Infinite Team.

Zhao Lijing’s pure, beautiful eyes were practically sparkling with glee. She never expected that "Master Cannon," who was usually so arrogant when firing off insults, would be just as cocky when rapping to put someone in their place! This was far more satisfying than just cursing people out! This young master was simply a rap genius!

Wang Dawei was also stirred up by Zhang Qiyang’s "Hi-Hi Life," and Xu Xian was secretly dancing with joy. Meanwhile, Lu Kai, Su Fei, and the others frowned, their faces twisted in bitter smiles. They hadn't expected Pan Ziwen’s powerful challenge to be instantly swatted into oblivion by Zhang Qiyang’s "electric mosquito swatter" rap. This young billionaire was so calculating and well-prepared! It was absolutely infuriating!

Pan Ziwen was left dizzy by Zhang Qiyang’s strike. He never imagined that Zhang Qiyang would be so incredibly skilled at rap! Even if he had come prepared, the energy this guy managed to whip up on the spot was not to be underestimated. He didn't seem this powerful when he sang "The Five-Ring Song," did he? How did his combat power become so terrifying once they started battling?

Pan Ziwen was stunned by Zhang Qiyang from the very beginning. He began to weigh his options: should he continue to provoke him? Challenging someone like this would likely… lead to no good. This guy’s fighting spirit was too formidable; it would be better to avoid the sharp edge of his blade.

Pan Ziwen wanted to retreat, but Zhang Qiyang wouldn't give him the chance. At the end of his rap, Zhang Qiyang issued a wild declaration: "We came here today to win from start to finish! You, the one called 'Mosquito,' listen up: if you run into me again, you’d better turn around and run! Otherwise, I’ll swat you dead without hesitation!"

"Whoa!"

Bai Xinhong and the others, being artists from Eastern Entertainment, naturally cheered for Zhang Qiyang for so effectively putting the Chu Entertainment people in their place. Luo Zhikang danced with excitement, laughing, "Total annihilation! Total annihilation! Haha!"

Wang Dawei ran up to Pan Ziwen, deliberately grabbing his arm and applying a bit of secret pressure, saying, "Mosquito, you’ve got to hold on!" Pan Ziwen took the hint and stepped down, performing a cowering motion as if to kneel, signaling that he had been "swatted" into submission by Master Cannon and would stop the rivalry.

The staff were all stimulated by Zhang Qiyang’s energy, becoming incredibly excited. They had seen spicy artists like Master Cannon before, but never anyone as wild as this! Having the good fortune to witness it today, they all perked up, eager to see exactly how much substance this legendary Master Cannon really had.

Zhang Qiyang’s victory declaration left the Guest Team members feeling pumped, but it sounded grating to the ears of the Infinite Team. He actually said they would win from start to finish? What a joke! We are the ones who are going to win from start to finish, the Infinite Team! Lu Kai, Lü Cheng, Feng Sheng, and the others were provoked, holding their breath and determined to teach the insufferably arrogant Zhang Qiyang a lesson during the official competition.

The artist teams watching from afar at the manor hotel could hear the waves of sound from the battle in the square. Seeing Zhang Qiyang take the lead, the atmosphere at the scene clearly became restless. Qin Xueyang asked worriedly, "Did our young master start trouble again? The atmosphere there feels very agitated!"

Chen Ke guessed, "Your young master probably didn't start trouble; he’s just showing his sharp edge."

"Showing his edge? What kind of edge? He’s not the type to play dirty! Sigh, I really want to get closer and watch!" Qin Xueyang suggested, itching with curiosity while munching on rice crackers, "Sister Coco, how about… we sneak closer to take a look?"

"Forget it, don't give the production team any headaches. If you want to watch, wait until it airs on Friday. It’s only two days away." Chen Ke puffed on a slim lady’s cigarette and sighed faintly. She didn't ask for anything else now; she only hoped that Zhang Qiyang and Li Xuan wouldn't get hurt during filming, and preferably wouldn't get too invested—just go through the motions and prioritize safety above all else.

However, Chen Ke could feel that Zhang Qiyang was a highly competitive person. Although he had explicitly stated he didn't care about the result of today's competition, if they really started competing and the Guest Team lost too miserably, she was sure Zhang Qiyang wouldn't be in a good mood. She hoped he wouldn't lose his temper, as that would just give others a chance to stir up headlines. *Amitabha*, she hoped he could accept the result of failure with a calm heart. Life is long; you cannot always be the winner. Master Cannon, I hope you understand that... Chen Ke silently prayed for him.

The assistants and staff kept peering at the filming site through binoculars, but soon the filming crew moved to a different location, and they could no longer see what was happening. After the final waves of sound from Zhang Qiyang’s battle, no one else came forward to make a fool of themselves. Xiao Qiang and the others felt they had enough material, so they ended the battle segment early and led the teams toward the first venue of the day’s competition.

While changing locations, the members of the Guest Team walked together. The noodle-thin Fa Zai and the short, stout Peng Liang kept buttering up Zhang Qiyang, saying his rap was too powerful! It had completely swatted the "Mosquito" unconscious! It was so satisfying! They were all variety show veterans; the more active Pan Ziwen was in this circle, the more he threatened their livelihoods. Now that Zhang Qiyang had "swatted" Pan Ziwen into submission, Peng Liang and the others felt truly vindicated!

Li Xuan and Zhao Lijing just smiled from the sidelines without interjecting. This was the first time Zhao Lijing had felt the sound waves exploding from Zhang Qiyang’s singing at such close range, and the feeling… she truly didn't regret secretly supporting him! Listening to him sing was so satisfying! Being his teammate was also so satisfying!

The aura of world-sweeping dominance that exploded from Zhang Qiyang when he sang acted like a protective film, giving those within its circle an inexplicable sense of security. Although they didn't believe they could really win from start to finish and crush the Infinite Team, Zhang Qiyang’s domineering declaration made everyone’s fighting spirit soar! Even if they couldn't win, they were determined to prove their worth today!

Their morale was high, but upon arriving at the first competition site, the "slacker faction" led by Bai Xinhong wanted to give up immediately. The first competition of the day for the two teams was—tug-of-war! It was understandable to compete in strength, but the production team had made a perverse setup: all the artists had to stand barefoot on acupressure mats to pull the rope! How could those in poor physical condition handle that? Never mind tug-of-war on the mats; just standing on them for a while was torture!

"Director Xiao, you guys are too twisted! Tug-of-war on acupressure mats? This is going to kill me! Can we at least wear socks?"

Among this group, Bai Xinhong was likely the weakest. Despite his sturdy appearance—resembling a cool, white-haired middle-aged man—years of heavy drinking and frequenting nightclubs had left his body hollowed out. He didn't even dare to go to foot massage parlors for a reflexology treatment on a normal day; asking someone like him to stand on acupressure mats was truly a matter of life and death!