"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

After a few shouts, Lin Yifan switched moves, walking casually while "wiping the glass," increasing the difficulty and enhancing the dance's visual appeal.

Watching Lin Yifan "wipe the glass," the onlooking crowd felt as if there was really a piece of glass in front of him, it was that realistic.

"Wow! Awesome!"

Rapturous applause and words of admiration resounded around the dance floor, as the audience watched with immense respect.

Seeing Lin Yifan's rhythmic movements, while Big Bro felt admiration, he was also filled with jealousy and rage; if things kept up this way, he was sure to be the loser.

But now, he really had no solution; if he played dirty, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that Lin Yifan would catch on, and then it wouldn't just be a live broadcast of eating shit that could solve the problem.

So, all he could do was to watch helplessly as Lin Yifan won this PK battle.

On the other side, Big Bro's underlings weren't as tense as him. They genuinely enjoyed Lin Yifan's dancing, and couldn't help but clap and cheer when they saw an exciting move—such was the infectious power of dance, that even those from the opposing side were moved.

"This guy is way too badass, he's good at everything, truly a street dance killer!"

"Looks like Big Bro is going to have a hard time not losing."

Meanwhile, Zhou Jiajia and her friends hadn't expected Lin Yifan to be such a multitalented performer; they had never seen Lin Yifan dance like this before, and he looked incredibly cool.

Lin Yifei felt the same way. Ever since she was little, she had never seen her brother practice dancing, and she wondered where he had learned it.

Could it be in the army? But do they teach this kind of dance in the military?

She felt this guess was unlikely; how could the army, a place of severity, have a culture of frivolous and cool street dance? It must have been learned from outside.

She thought it was during the time that her brother went out to work.

However, Lin Yifan only worked for just over a year, so how could he have learned so many street dance moves? She was puzzled.

If Lin Yi Fei knew the facts, she wouldn't need to think to know that Lin Yifan had relied on his exceptional memory to recall them; unfortunately, she didn't know much about Lin Yifan's past and assumed that he had taught himself these dances in his youth.

After finishing "wiping the glass," Lin Yifan then stood on his head with his feet in the air, flipped over, spun, and then did a robotic slow-motion move, showcasing almost all the high difficulty moves in breakdance in one go; all the while keeping in time with the rhythm of the dance, making it even harder.

It was precisely because of this difficulty, this excitement, that he won the warm applause of the entire audience.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

Everyone in the place applauded for him, a sound much louder than Big Bro's performance; this was the will of the people, undeniable and compelling.

After completing his breakdance, Lin Yifan added a taunt, "How about that? Are you convinced now or not?"

"I'm not convinced!"

Big Bro declared defiantly, never willing to give in.

However, this shameless stubbornness only resulted in a wave of derision.

"Tsk! Still not convinced; what else do you need to admit defeat?"

"I'm at a loss for words; does he need to get his face bashed into a pig's head before he accepts it?"

"The spirit of not admitting defeat is commendable, but at this point, is there still a need to continue the competition?"

"Resisting stubbornly only makes the humiliation worse."

...

Hearing all this idle gossip, Brother Ba became angry, and then lashed out in response, "Shut up! It's not you live-streaming eating shit, so of course, you think it's no big deal. If you have the guts, switch places with me and face all this. If you're willing to accept that, I'll be the first one to live-stream eating shit."

"..."

The onlookers kept silent, thinking to themselves, "You should be the one live-streaming eating shit, we can't do that."

Then they left with a comical smile.

Seeing the onlookers scolded into silence, Brother Ba finally let out a sigh of relief, and then scoffed, "You can't do it, yet have the nerve to criticize me, huh!"

With a cold snort, he then turned his head to look at Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan revealed a mysterious smile and curiously asked, "You're not convinced, so what kind of dance do you want to PK with?"

"I want to PK with the robot dance!" Brother Ba answered.

"Are you sure?" Lin Yifan asked curiously with a playful tone.

The robot dance is very difficult to learn, not only do you need rhythm and coordination in your movements, but you also need a high level of cognitive ability, otherwise, you'll never reach the realm of the world's dance king Michael Jackson.

So hearing that Brother Ba wanted to PK with this dance, he laughed.

Brother Ba was a decent dancer, but when it came to the rhythm of his moves, they were always slightly off-beat with the background music, not quite perfect. Moreover, he thought Brother Ba was a bit of a dimwit when it came to cognitive ability, not capable of going very far; besides, Brother Ba didn't perform each classic move exquisitely, there were always flaws; so he felt certain Brother Ba was bound to lose.

"I'm sure!" Brother Ba answered resolutely.

"Alright! Then I'll PK with you again. If you lose, you live-stream eating shit as soon as possible; if I lose, I'll live-stream eating shit in public. How about that?" Lin Yifan asked.

"Sure! I have no objections!" Brother Ba responded promptly.

He had already lost in hip-hop, in B-Boy, this was his last stand, and it was also one of his best dances. If he lost here as well, he really wouldn't have any dignity left to be unconvinced.

Therefore, he quickly agreed to Lin Yifan's request.

The next moment, he put on a black jacket, went to the center of the dance floor, and started his performance.

He first struck a pose, head down, back arched, right hand supporting his hat, left hand placed behind, legs in a running stance; then he coolly shouted, "Music!"

The next second, one of his minions started playing "Billie Jean," the most famous song of the world's dance king.

Because this move was clearly meant to perform the dance of this song.

Most of the onlookers were used to it; they had seen this dance on TV and stages many times before, it wasn't novel, and was easy to anticipate.

"It's this dance again; it seems winning will be a bit difficult," the onlookers commented, not holding much hope for Brother Ba.

Because whatever Brother Ba could do, Lin Yifan likely could too, and without some innovation, Brother Ba was bound to lose.

Zhou Jiajia, however, told Su Qingqing, Xiao Fang, and Lin Yifei to close their eyes and not watch, because the next move was going to be a bit inappropriate for children.

The three girls, unaware of what was to come, were curious, so asked, "Why can't we watch, Jiajia sis?"

"Because this dance includes a scene that's not suitable for children!" Zhou Jiajia answered with a blushing face.

She had seen someone perform this dance before, and there was a move that made her feel very embarrassed and shy, which was the crotch-grabbing move.

"Ah? Is he going to strip and dance?" Xiao Fang and the others asked curiously.

If that was really the case, then they truly couldn't watch.

"It's not about stripping. Ah! How do I put it, just close your eyes and don't watch." Zhou Jiajia replied.

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