Chapter 138: Battle Hymn of Passion

The host team, currently pulling the tug-of-war rope with all their might, was stunned by the thunderous war cry of Zhang Qiyang!

In that instant, the other end of the rope felt as if it had been anchored to a high-powered vehicle. No matter how desperately Feng Sheng and his team struggled to pull it back, it was all in vain! It was as if the rope were bearing the weight of a thousand pounds! The tension was so immense that it felt as if Feng Sheng’s arms were about to snap!

"Ouch! My rear! My rear!" Wang Dawei, being dragged by the rope, felt as though his backside were being torn apart. He let out a ghost-like shriek of pain and looked ready to let go.

Lu Cheng grew anxious and shouted, "Don't let go! Pull harder!"

Lu Kai also cried out urgently, "Come on, everyone! Keep pulling!"

Feng Sheng was exerting the most effort; his face had turned a dark, strained shade, and from the depths of his throat came a muffled, constipated grunt: "Ugh! ...Ugh! ..."

But no matter how they strained or how they roared, they could not pull the rope back even an inch toward their side!

With the rope wrapped around his waist, Zhang Qiyang was in a state of absolute, blood-eyed fury! His hands clamped onto the rope with a death grip. The stabbing, acupoint-piercing pain radiating from the soles of his feet filled his entire being with a surging, righteous rage!

He roared out the war song once more:
"Hot! Blood! Like! The! Radiant! Sun!"

Like a giant pushing a mountain, accompanied by the rising war song, he took another step, each footfall clanging with resolve, and pulled the rope back by over thirty centimeters!

The red ribbon on the rope was nearly at the center line!

The on-site staff were going wild! They had never seen such an exaggerated tug-of-war match! The guest had actually brought his own BGM! His own battle anthem!

Inspired by the war song, the situation on the field underwent a 180-degree reversal! The staff on the sidelines, who had initially been cheering for the Infinite Team, were now so infected by the majestic aura of Zhang Qiyang's singing that they began to cheer for the guest team: "Go, Cannon-Ye! Go, Teacher Luo! Go, Goddess Xuan!"

Half of the guest team members had been ready to give up before; people like Bai Xinhong and Peng Liang had long been sitting on the acupressure mat, resigning themselves to fate. But after Zhang Qiyang roared out those two lines of the war song, an unstoppable aura surged into them, instantly clearing their minds!

It was as if they had been placed on an ancient battlefield; each of them transformed into a cornered warrior, and they all began to pull with their lives alongside Zhang Qiyang!

Needless to say, Li Xuan and Zhao Lijing, the two female celebrities who had been giving their all, were even more intense. The moment Zhang Qiyang roared the first line of the war song, a booming sensation echoed in Li Xuan's mind! Her spirit felt like it had undergone a massive explosion, instantly breaking through to a new realm!

Although Zhang Qiyang was singing with a percussive, explosive vocal style where every word landed with a clang, a professional with high musical literacy like Li Xuan could still tell that the war song had a melody!

And it was a classical, five-tone, stirring melody!

Listening to such a war song, Li Xuan felt she had become an omnipotent Valkyrie on an ancient battlefield! A look of ironclad determination flashed in her bright eyes; like an enraged leopard, she nearly intimidated the opposing Sophie and Xu Xian into submission!

Zhao Lijing had been running out of steam, but spurred by the spiritual calling of Zhang Qiyang’s war song and feeling a heaven-defying power surging toward their side, a wave of passionate blood erupted within her once more! Like grass springing up again after a spring breeze, she pulled with all her might alongside Li Xuan, ignoring the pain in her feet. They had to win this first round!

Under the spiritual inspiration of the booming war song, the guest team displayed an extraordinary fighting spirit. Even Luo Zhikang turned into a man, his shouts shaking the heavens!

Fa Zai, thin as a noodle, and Peng Liang, shaped like a short gourd, were closest to Zhang Qiyang, and his explosive war song hit them the hardest! They felt as if a primal giant stood behind them! Under the urging of this giant, the two variety show personalities stopped holding back and pulled with everything they had.

As they exerted force, the burden on Zhang Qiyang lessened significantly!

After catching his breath, Zhang Qiyang used an even more surging aura to continue singing the war song to inspire everyone in one go!
"Courage! Is! Iron-forged! Bones! Like! Refined! Steel!"
"A chest with a hundred thousand zhang of breadth! A gaze that spans ten thousand miles!"
"I strive for strength! To be a true hero!"

This portion of the war song left the opposing Infinite Team on the verge of tears! They had never seen such a crazy opponent! Singing while playing tug-of-war! And they could feel that with every word he sang, a thousand pounds of force surged through the rope on the heavy beat, like a car in reverse slamming on the gas, pulling the rope violently toward the guest team's side!

The situation had completely reversed!

With only half a meter left, the guest team would take the first round!

Lu Cheng and the others refused to lose, still struggling desperately. The tendons in Lu Kai’s arms felt like they were about to snap! The bamboo-like protrusions on the acupressure mat were cutting into his feet, but he refused to lose to the guest team, refused to lose to Zhang Qiyang!

Yet, regardless of his refusal, the primal force on the rope was something he could not ignore. Lu Kai could not fathom it—had the guest team been injected with adrenaline or taken stimulants? How could they have such strength!

"Brother Sheng, don't let up! Put your back into it!" Lu Kai shouted, his face red with anxiety as he looked back at Feng Sheng. The situation was dire; if the Infinite Team wanted to turn the tide, they had to rely on the ox-strong Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng, however, was speechless at Lu Kai’s words. He was pulling so hard he felt like he was about to defecate; how could he have let up for even a second! He truly couldn't pull the rope back anymore! It felt as if dozens of people were pulling on the other side!

Such immense power filled Feng Sheng with despair!

The guest team wasn't having an easy time either; everyone was pushed to the brink of collapse by the acupressure mats. Zhang Qiyang was no exception. The pain from the acupressure points after reaching his limit was truly sadistic! It made him want to go mad! If he relaxed for a second, he might not be able to hold on.

He was a man carrying an entire team forward! And he was treading on thorns! Who could understand this bitter, stinging sensation!

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qiyang used his final ounce of strength to roar the song, aiming to end the match in one final push!
"Be a true hero!"
"Strive for self-improvement every day!"
"A man of hot blood!"
"Brighter than the sun—!"

As Zhang Qiyang’s final high note exploded like a rocket launcher, the dawn of victory appeared before the guest team!

All of them unleashed their final reserves of strength, shouting together as they pulled with all their might. With one final, violent tug!

The red ribbon crossed the guest team’s victory line!

"Beep—!"

The referee’s whistle sounded! The guest team had truly won the first round!

Like a sky full of fireworks exploding, the atmosphere of the recording was instantly ignited! As if witnessing a miracle, all the staff were invigorated by the incredible performance of the guest team! Even veterans who had recorded countless variety shows had never seen such a badass tug-of-war match! Cannon-Ye, roaring his sky-high war song while pulling, was like a god descending to earth—it left them utterly stunned!