Chapter 101

Chapter 101:

With a single word from Madisyn, the audience was thrown into turmoil.

“How presumptuous this Lorpond lady is.”

“Do all people from Lorpond carry such confidence? Absurd! No real talent, yet so full of themselves.”

“Actually, I find this young woman quite remarkable…”

Even Anna was astonished. She hadn’t anticipated Madisyn’s audacity. Here it was, an international dance contest, and Madisyn was openly disputing the judges’ ruling.

Anna found herself respecting Madisyn’s bravery.

“Okay, there’s a rule in dance contests. Since you find this unfair, you have the right to challenge a judge. Beat the judge, and you claim first place. How does that sound?” Will proposed.

His statement made some frown. Will did this intentionally. His dancing skill was formidable. He was last year’s champion and had only improved after another year of practice.

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Lynda’s expression grew stern. “These people from Mafelen have no shame, picking on a young girl like that.”

Rosaline balled her hands into fists, filled with a desire to confront the judges immediately. Feeling powerless was utterly frustrating.

Madisyn, however, simply said, “Let’s go ahead.”

Will was stunned. She had agreed to his challenge so easily? He thought it was amusing, yet it also triggered a thrill of cruelty in him. Since she seemed eager to be humiliated, he was ready to show her defeat.

“Alright then!”

Will moved to the center stage as everyone else cleared the area, leaving just him and Madisyn.

Will faced her. “These days, finding new ideas in dance is tough. Choreography has turned into the key element. So, how about we do an impromptu dance?”

“No problem,” Madisyn replied, her striking eyes unwavering.

Will smirked to himself. Clearly, Madisyn was a reckless beginner.

Then, the competition began.

Will took the lead. A deep, melancholic tune began to play. After the first round of the song, Will started his impromptu dance.

With each move, Lynda’s face turned more serious. Will’s skill was undeniable. His reputation as the top dancer was well-earned. His impromptu dance was flawless, a true spectacle.

Watching him, Lynda felt a growing sense of worry for Madisyn.

As the song wound down, applause thundered through the venue.

“Will is incredible!”

“Will truly deserves his title as the former champion. He’s so great!”

“Madisyn might as well surrender.”

Some mocked Madisyn, urging her to quit. Yet, there were others who supported her enthusiastically.

After Will stepped down, Madisyn approached the stage. The music started; it was a very simple tune, much like a nursery rhyme.

In the world of dance, the choice of music is vital. While great music can enhance the viewing experience, overly simplistic tunes like this pose a real challenge to any dancer. No matter how well one dances, the performance might still appear unsophisticated.

Anna was aware that someone from Mafelen had intentionally chosen this music. The supposedly random selection wasn’t random at all. Even Anna felt a pang of sympathy for Madisyn.

Madisyn was skilled. However, today, she seemed destined to face defeat. The people from Mafelen would use every trick in the book to prevent Madisyn from winning the championship.

The crowd began to get restless.

“Isn’t this going too far? This music just won’t work.”

“Poor Madisyn, this is just sad.”

Rosaline was seething with anger. “Ugh, these people are despicable. I wish I could wipe them out. They’ve completely corrupted the dance scene.”

Andrew’s expression grew even darker.

At the judges’ table, one judge from Mafelen started to feel uncomfortable. “Isn’t this a bit extreme? Are we being too harsh on this young dancer?”

His fellow judge looked at him with astonishment. “Jayden, what’s gotten into you? Are you supporting another country now?”

Jayden Blake scowled. “My loyalty is to dance itself.”

Jayden was aware that his country’s National Dance Association had long since lost its integrity. But he hadn’t foreseen them sinking this low, to bully a young dancer in such a way.

“Stop it. We’re supposed to uplift our country,” his fellow judge snapped back impatiently. “You could learn a thing or two from Will.”

Jayden felt uneasy. Being in this position forced him to act against his will too often. He truly loved to dance and didn’t want to witness the international dance competition turn into this.

Victories should be earned by skill, not some petty tricks. His heart was heavy.

Then, Jayden lifted his gaze and saw the young woman spinning beautifully. She moved like a swan, graceful and enchanting. Her dance, fluid and soft, seemed to weave a wonderful fairy tale. The choreography appeared simple, but every gesture was crafted with precision.

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