RBCT Chapter 166 The Masked Singer Finale: Lanling King vs. Veteran Singer
Chapter 166 The Masked Singer Finale: Lanling King vs. Veteran Singer
The air in the Bird's Nest stadium seemed to be completely ignited by that shout.
"boom--!!!"
The cheers of 90,000 people coalesced into a visible wave of sound, nearly lifting the multi-billion dollar steel structure roof off.
At the center of the stage, the veteran singer codenamed "Red Lotus Saintess" had just finished her performance. She wore a fiery red battle robe, gripped the microphone tightly in her hand, and her chest heaved violently. That high F note, spanning three octaves, was like a nuclear bomb, blowing the skulls off everyone in the audience.
too strong.
This isn't a competition; this is a crushing defeat.
"The national team! This is the national team!"
"I'm speechless! Are their lungs made of iron?"
"Lanling King? What's the point of competing with Lanling King?! How can he win? With his head?"
On the judging panel, several music industry heavyweights exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing shock in the other's eyes. A performance of this caliber would be the grand finale at any awards ceremony.
The host, He Ling, rushed onto the stage with a microphone, her facial expression extremely exaggerated.
"Oh my god! I felt like my soul had left my body! Let's see what Honglian-sensei's final vote count is!"
The numbers on the big screen jumped wildly, finally settling on a despairing number:
98,542 votes!
With over 90,000 audience members present, the vote was almost unanimously approved.
The moment the number was announced, the atmosphere in the backstage dressing room plummeted. Several eliminated singers stared at the screen, shaking their heads and sighing.
"it's over."
"Although Lanling Wang is strong, he is ultimately a self-taught individual. When faced with the firepower of a regular army, he can only admit defeat."
The camera cuts to the judges' panel.
All eyes were on the woman in the silver-white dress, who was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Qingge, as today's special guest, do you think Lanling Wang still has a chance?"
He Ling passed this hot potato to Su Qingge.
Holding the microphone, Su Qingge's gaze pierced through the noisy crowd and landed on the dark and secluded entrance to the contestants' passage.
Unlike the others, her eyes did not hold the certainty of others; instead, they carried a hint of inexplicable expectation.
"Teacher Honglian's skills are indeed textbook-level, impeccable."
She paused, her voice clear and firm, carrying through every corner of the room via the speakers.
"But in my opinion, music is not just about piling up techniques, but also about the resonance of the soul."
"I have a very special feeling about Lanling Wang."
"He's like a madman who operates outside the rules...and madmen often create miracles."
"So I'm still leaving this vote for him."
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
No one expected that, in this situation where defeat was inevitable, Empress Su would still support that masked weirdo.
What is this?
Is it blind faith? Or true love?
"Great! It seems our goddess Qingge has a lot of confidence in Lanling King!"
He Ling took a deep breath, her voice suddenly rising, filled with the excitement of about to reveal the answer.
"Now, let's welcome our final challenger for tonight!"
"Please welcome—Lanling King!!!"
The lights suddenly went out.
The stadium, which was originally as bright as day, was instantly plunged into a deathly silence of darkness.
Only countless glow sticks flickered in the darkness, like a restless sea of stars.
"Da, da, da..."
A series of heavy, slow footsteps, clearly heard through the top-of-the-line surround sound system, resonated deeply in everyone's hearts.
A blindingly white spotlight suddenly shone down from the sky.
It enveloped the figure who had just stepped out of the passage.
Holy crap!
"What... what kind of outfit is this?"
The moment the figure was clearly seen, a series of astonished gasps erupted from the crowd.
There were no dashing suits, no cool battle robes.
At this moment, Lin Zhou was wearing the ferocious and terrifying Lanling King mask, but he was dressed in an extremely comical and flamboyant clown suit.
On the left is a deep purple, and on the right is a glaring green.
One shoulder was shrugged high, while the other trouser leg was rolled up.
He even carried a cane inlaid with fake diamonds, and walked with a limp, like a mentally unstable clown who had just escaped from a circus.
This stark visual contrast creates a sense of physical discomfort, yet one can't help but want to stare at it intently.
"Is he crazy? This is the final of the singing competition, not a Halloween party!"
"What's going on here? Are they just giving up entirely?"
"Oh no, my idol's image is ruined! He looks like a lunatic..."
Lin Zhou ignored all the surrounding discussions and astonishment.
He dragged his cane and slowly made his way to the center of the stage.
Beneath the mask, a pair of deep eyes coldly scanned the entire scene through eye sockets that were nothing more than two black holes.
That look in his eyes was arrogant, sarcastic, yet it carried a deep-seated loneliness.
He doesn't need to speak.
He only needs to stand there, and it's an absurd silent play.
He Ling was also a little confused, but she braced herself and asked:
"Lanling King, is this the... battle robe you prepared for the finals?"
Lin Zhou slowly raised his head.
The voice, processed by a voice changer, had a metallic, husky quality that echoed in the empty venue.
"In this appearance-obsessed world, who isn't a clown?"
"Since everyone likes to watch a show, then I'll put on a show for you."
These two simple sentences are like a thorn, pricking one's heart with pain.
Su Qingge tightened her grip on the microphone.
That tone...
so similar.
It was just like that night when he was drunk and held her, saying, "Wife, you're all I have left."
"Please give me a question."
He Ling didn't ask any more questions and waved her hand, pointing to the large screen behind her.
Please reveal the song title!
On the huge LED screen, light flowed.
The two large, blood-stained characters looked as if they had been splashed with red paint, a truly shocking sight.
Exaggeration
The scene was quiet for a second, then erupted into a commotion.
"Exaggerated? New song? Never heard of it!"
"Judging by the title, it doesn't seem like a proper song. Could it be some kind of shout-rap?"
"Oh no, I feel like I'm going to die."
Lin Zhou ignored the noise from the audience.
He turned around, his back to the audience, and faced the massive symphony orchestra.
He slammed his cane down on the ground.
"Thump!"
That sound was like the drumbeat signaling the start of war.
The baton was swung down.
The sound of a piano begins.
"Clang—clang—clang—"
The moment the intro started, everyone got goosebumps.
It wasn't a beautiful melody; it was a strange, oppressive, low note, as if something was lurking in the darkness, ready to devour someone at any moment.
Every keystroke feels like stepping on a person's nerve endings.
The audience, who had been whispering, immediately fell silent.
A suffocating sense of loneliness, accompanied by the eerie piano music, quickly spread to every corner of the venue.
Lin Zhou slowly turned around.
He lowered his head, holding the microphone stand with one hand, his shoulders shrugging slightly.
The spotlight shone on his hideous mask, casting a sinister shadow.
that moment.
He is no longer the singer who is in the spotlight.
Instead, he is a madman forgotten by the world, abandoned by the world of fame and fortune, hiding in a corner, trembling with fear.
Su Qingge stared intently at the figure, her breath almost stopping.
She had a premonition.
This song will turn tonight into a complete and utter spectacle—
massacre.
"If someone asks me, I'll tell them..."
But no one came…
Lin Zhou spoke.
The first sentence was a low, muffled murmur, as if it were burying itself in the dust.