Chapter 32: Frenzied Sonic Waves
After once more criticizing indulgent behavior from the grim perspective of the Reaper, Zhang Qiyang unleashed a sudden explosion of vocals, leading a frenzied heavy metal melody that detonated the eardrums of the audience! The climax of rage erupted in an instant, setting the atmosphere of the entire livestream ablaze!
Center stage, in the focus of every gaze, Zhang Qiyang sang out the dark thoughts of the song's original author in a hysterical, clawing frenzy, determined to annihilate every detractor!
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Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit?
Are you ready to eat this new shit I’m serving?
Stand up and admit it, tomorrow's never coming
Face reality, fools—your bright tomorrow will never arrive!
This is the new shit
This is your damn pile of shit!
Stand up and admit it
Face it!
Do we need it? NO!
Want the shit? No!
Do we want it? YEAH!
Want to take down those shit-talking idiots? Yes!
This is the new shit
This is your damn pile of shit!
Stand up and admit it
The shit you’ll have to face sooner or later!
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This was a sonic storm the Chinese music scene had never experienced before! Zhang Qiyang’s desperate howl, friction burning his vocal cords, generated an electrifying chainsaw sound—like the Grim Reaper bursting from a dark downpour, rampaging with a giant chainsaw dozens of meters long, shredding the live broadcast to pieces! Even the studio ceiling seemed on the verge of being split apart!
This time, many in the audience realized that Zhang Qiyang was singing "Motherfucker," not "Godfather" as shown in the subtitles. He was screaming insults, spewing profanity at full throttle! Was this what he meant by "shit without precedent"? Filthy, indeed!
To dare sing like this on the "My Song" stage, Zhang Qiyang had truly created a performance as unique as a scorpion’s solitary defecation!
Yet even if you despised him, you couldn’t deny that his wild outpouring was electrifying! It made blood vessels feel as if they would burst! The impact on the live audience was especially intense. Under the strobing, violent stage lights, Zhang Qiyang seemed like a Reaper who had invaded the mortal world, blasting through everyone’s eardrums with a torrent of sound.
Many felt suffocated by his overwhelming vocal pressure. From the moment his chainsaw voice split their skulls, the pent-up negativity and passion in their hearts erupted forth. The thrill of blood pumping brought everyone to a breathless climax—one that could not be contained!
This sensation of plunging into hell and indulging in reckless abandon was far more intoxicating and eternal than slowly savoring heaven’s delights! The musicians accompanying Zhang Qiyang and backup singers were swept away by his volcanic, mudslide-like vocals. Though they’d been in the business for years, never had they worked with such a ferocious Chinese singer.
Leaving aside the earth-shattering power of Zhang Qiyang’s singing, the unstoppable heavy metal rhythm alone completely ensnared the musicians. The so-called rhythm rappers and heavy metal singers of the Chinese scene, compared to the furious Zhang Qiyang tonight, were mere toys, barely scratching the surface.
The song "New Shit," as roared by Zhang Qiyang, was truly a titan’s thunderbolt—a sky-piercing colossus charged with a hundred thousand volts. Touch it, and you’re dead!
Backstage, seven singers were stunned by the overwhelming sound coming from the studio monitors and the singer’s hall. As industry insiders, they knew how difficult it was to perform this song! Most singers would wreck their voices just shouting a couple lines. In fact, ordinary singers couldn’t even produce the blood-boiling, manic chainsaw sound that Zhang Qiyang did.
It was as if he had swallowed molten lava, scorching his throat, spitting blood and the reckless air of hell, assaulting ears and souls with his very life!
After the first explosive climax, the song’s rhythm utterly detonated, leaving no room to pause. If there was a break, it was only Zhang Qiyang allowing the audience a moment to catch their breath. He knew well the art of teasing and escalating pleasure.
Before the previous wave of climax could subside, while you savored the supreme thrill, the next, even fiercer surge crashed in! After several waves, the young audience was in ecstasy! From initially resisting the stage’s unruly demon, to curiosity, to now being incinerated by his ferocious sound, overwhelmed and worshipful, only three minutes had passed.
The atmosphere in the studio was hotter than ever! The professional critics on site, hearing such a destructive industrial metal melody in the Chinese music scene, were awestruck by Zhang Qiyang!
Several critics, agitated by his violent chainsaw voice, stood up to salute the "devil" on stage! Such rhythm, such melody, such vocals—in their professional eyes, only a devil could conjure them!
Only now did they understand why Zhang Qiyang appeared in such a guise. This was a full-blown festival of darkness! The aura of dark psychedelia and mania around him rivaled the world’s most renowned industrial metal bands!
Once the Rock Prince had turned music into a pile of shit, but tonight, with his furious music, he sprayed everyone into shit—an unprecedentedly shocking performance!
The production crew had been angry at Zhang Qiyang for altering lyrics and spewing profanity, but as he unleashed his wicked power, igniting the atmosphere with a relentless torrent of sound, even the staff in the control room were swept up in the frenzy.
Forget work for a moment—Zhang Qiyang’s impromptu outburst was several levels above the rehearsal. Even those familiar with the wild, addictive rhythm of the song found themselves unable to suppress excitement and pleasure upon hearing it again.
Especially after working exhaustively for so long, their spirits drained, this song was more invigorating than drinking a thousand times the strongest coffee!
This performance could be called an unprecedentedly shocking event on the "My Song" stage. Even in the entire Chinese music scene, there had never been a work or performance so wild as to rival or even surpass Western heavy metal bands.
Zhang Qiyang unleashed astonishing energy in this song, making listeners almost forget he was the infamous son of the tycoon. On the road to hell swept by his soundwaves, people could no longer tell whether he was a devil wearing the tycoon’s mask, or a tycoon’s son donning the devil’s visage.
Luo Tao, stirred by Zhang Qiyang’s song, directed his passion into orchestrating every camera, shifting angles to let viewers at home experience the shock of this performance as much as possible. Yet no matter how he cut the shots, viewers at home could never feel the visceral impact of confronting the devil face to face, surrounded and ravaged by the chainsaw-like waves of sound.
Still, the transcendent soundwaves of this song resonated through televisions across thousands of households.
To be fair, many Chinese listeners could not accept such wild, runaway melodies. Especially older viewers, who found the music cacophonous and Zhang Qiyang’s eerie appearance unsettling, quickly switched channels.
But many were amazed by the song. They had expected another round of Zhang Qiyang’s off-key, chaotic trash music, but tonight, he delivered a feast of rhythm that left many enthralled.
The haters had camped out in front of their TVs, waiting for Zhang Qiyang to make a fool of himself. At first, they listened with glee, eager to find flaws and insult him. But when he roared, "Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit," their minds exploded, their faces stinging as if slapped.
It was as if Zhang Qiyang was grabbing their ears and asking, "Are you idiots ready to eat my new shit? Didn’t you want it? Here it comes!"
From that moment, the wild soundwaves dragged the haters by the hair, sending them hurtling down the highway to hell.
There was no longer any mood to mock Zhang Qiyang’s music. Anyone with even a touch of musical sense was shattered to the core by his performance!
They couldn’t imagine that the so-called brainless Zhang Qiyang could sing like this!
Three minutes flew by as the haters were battered by relentless waves of sound, unable to catch their breath, unable even to hate. In that instant, all they wanted was to immerse themselves in this unprecedentedly shocking performance, to revel in this fresh filth never before seen in Chinese music.