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Sitting in his seat, Feng Jinguo started shooting the scene with a professional level. He was even more surprised by this shooting. Spotlights, ambient lights...

"This is definitely the level of a superstar concert! If all the audition venues around the world were of this level, it would probably cost tens of millions of dollars. It's really..."

Even a hip-hop amateur like Feng Jinguo was shocked, let alone those dancers.

Everywhere I look, there are excited faces. When will hip-hop dance be on the stage? They will remember the Han Dynasty, this company that worked so hard to build a world-class stage for them, they will remember it!

The audience began to enter the venue, and the empty venue was quickly filled with people. Because tickets were free, Liu Zhiyuan had no intention of earning ticket money.

"Swish..."

The lights went out and the noisy venue became quiet. They knew that this street dance event was about to begin.

"Dang..."

A huge beam of light shines on a dancing machine.

"Whoaohhoaoh..."

"Whoaohhoaoh..."

The music started playing, and dozens of giant screens in the arena began to play the spots illuminated by the light beams simultaneously.

"It's SAM!"

A young man sitting in the front row suddenly exclaimed. He stood up suddenly and tried his best to restrain himself from rushing over.

"EB's leader, FUCK! I'm here to see him today."

The scene became noisy again, with whistles and screams rang out one after another.

"I've only seen him on TV! Man, take a picture for me."

The black guy handed the camera in his hand to the person next to him. With an excited look on his face, he turned his back to SAM who was dancing, and kept urging his companions to take pictures.

In this era, the biggest name in the hip-hop world is SAM. He choreographed with Michael Jackson and created POPING and Boogaloo. He is a unique superstar in the hip-hop world.

"If youraloneandyouneedafriend(if you feel lonely and need someone to accompany you)"

“Soetyourproblems(Find someone who can make you forget your problems)”

SAM accurately stepped on each corresponding arrow, PERFECT had hit forty consecutive times, and when the music reached its climax.

"Boomboomboomboom"

"Iantyouinmyroom(I want you to stay in my room)"

SAM's body shook with every shocking drum beat, up and down, left, up, down, right...

In an instant, the screen was filled with arrows in various directions. Ordinary people could not see it just by looking at it. However, SAM's movements also became very complicated in an instant.

He did not step stiffly in the corresponding direction. Even at such a fast rhythm, his movements were still linked very rhythmically, without any pause or hesitation at all. This is the skill of a hip-hop master.

"PERFECT!"

The large letters took up the entire screen, and at the same time, colorful stadium lights shone from all directions.

"puff..."

The smoke formed by the dry ice scattered around the dance machine where SAM was sitting. Under the confusion of the lights, the atmosphere in the entire venue exploded, and all the screams even made the arena shake.

Everyone sang the song BOOMBOOMBOOM loudly while watching SAM dance. Some excited young people began to squirm to the music regardless of the crowd around them.

The music stopped and so did SAM, but the atmosphere at the scene did not cool down.

"Again!"

"Again!"

SAM smiled and listened to the cheers of the audience. He pressed his hands and waited until it became quieter before he raised his voice.

"Hello everyone, I'm SAM. I'm very happy to see how passionate everyone is! But I'm just a referee. In fact, Jin's script didn't have the opening I just had."

He fondly touched the dancing machine next to him.

"I couldn't bear it when I saw such an atmosphere, so I asked the organizer if they could let me perform once. I actually don't want to be a referee. I also want to participate in such a beautiful and grand scene that I have never seen before.

"

After finishing, he started laughing, and the audience started to boo.

"SAM! Enter!"

"The championship belongs to EB!"

...

SAM looked at the scene of roaring mountains and tsunami in front of him and closed his eyes. How long has it been? How long has it been since there has been such a hip-hop feast? Compared with classical dance, ballet, and ballroom dance, street dance is not something that people think is on the stage.

However, look at the arena in front of you, where thousands of people are cheering. Who dares to fail to perform hip-hop dance on the stage? Who dares to say that hip-hop dance is just a bunch of gangsters dancing around with nothing to do.

SAM opened his eyes and looked gratefully at the huge dragon-shaped LOGO.

"The following words of mine were not drafted beforehand. They were just spoken from my thoughts."

"DANCERs, remember this LOGO, remember the name Han Dynasty, remember the disdain of the upper class, remember our youth, remember our dreams."

"Remember our sweat day and night, remember our pain of failure, remember our joy of victory..."

The arena gradually became quiet, and SAM's words struck deep in the hearts of these dancers. Some of the emotional people even began to secretly shed tears.

Yes, they have all experienced this feeling of practicing hard day and night but not being recognized, but they never give up dancing, even if their bodies are scarred, even if they continue to fail, even if...

"What is the spirit of hip-hop!? Let us shout it loudly, shout it to those who look down on us, shout it to those DANCERs who insist on practicing hard day and night, and shout it to our youth without regrets!"

With the last sound, SAM shouted heartbreakingly.

"Have the courage to challenge and create what others can't do. This is the spirit of hip-hop!"

"to brave challenges!"

"Create what man cannot!"

...

All the people, including those who were not dancing, stood up and shouted these two sentences with flushed faces.

"DANCERs, look in front of you, look at this stage that is comparable to a superstar, look at these world-renowned TV reporters, your family, and your friends, watching you in front of the TV at this moment."

SAM became more and more emotional, and he put his best effort into every word he spoke.

"Who is it! Who is it that makes our dream set sail again!?"

"Who gave us the superstar stage!?"

"Who allowed us to become famous in the world!?"

"Who rectified the name of hip-hop and made it worthy of its own name!?"

He closed his eyes and stretched the microphone into the air as if listening. The next moment, the name of the Han Dynasty officially resounded throughout the world!

"Han Dynasty!"

"Han Dynasty!"

...

"Guys, many of you may not understand the Han Dynasty, and I don't understand it either, but this does not prevent us from respecting it. Maybe it has its own ideas, maybe it is for profit, but..."

SAM glanced seriously at the entire audience.

"What does this have to do with us? I only know that today's prosperous world is possible because of it, so..."

"Thank you, Han Dynasty, for giving our dreams a direction."

"Thank you, Han Dynasty, for making our efforts pay off."

"Thank you, Han Dynasty."

SAM bowed deeply to Hanwang's dragon-shaped LOGO to express his gratitude, and everyone in the audience also bowed to the LOGO.