Descending with one foot hooked to a steel wire was already incredible, and then doing a sorsault in mid-air — you think this is shooting a sci-fi movie, damn it!
Just as Xia Weibao landed steadily, that very steel wire was pulled up by soone.
The wire was so fine, it was practically invisible.
So people could only catch a glimpse through the cara and the refraction of lights.
"Oh my god! There’s really no other support, she actually descended hooked to an iron wire with just one foot!!!"
"Oh my God, this is too miraculous."
"Could this be the martial arts of the magical East?"
"It’s said Xia Weibao knows Huaxia martial arts, she once kicked Boxing King Basong with a single kick. Huaxia martial arts have always been mysterious, reputed to be capable of plucking flowers to harm, flying eaves, walking on walls, and gliding on water. My heavens, today I actually have the fortune to witness it firsthand..."
Amid the exclamations, the lights on the stage suddenly brightened.
Xia Weibao moved.
With her waist as the pivot, her body slowly bent backward, the two swords in her hands crossing, reflecting a cold gleam under the lights.
The music, which she had Pei Hong specially compose, started slow and lyrical, with dance moves that were predominantly graceful.
She possessed imnse flexibility, her movents elegant and graceful, with swords adorning the beauty, both exquisite and grand.
As the music swelled, the rhythm grew increasingly tense, the atmosphere more intense, and her movents accelerated.
Both swords choreographed nurous sword flowers in her hands, dazzling under the stage lights.
So people couldn’t even keep up with her rhythm, unable to fathom how she did it.
This Sword Dance was specially choreographed by her, able to showcase the grace of traditional Huaxia dance, while also carrying the sharpness of combat.
Attire, posture, movents, expressions — all needed to change with the music to capture the essence of this dance.
The perfect blend of softness and strength, its diversity added to the stage’s vibrancy.
Her dance was elegant and gallant, colorful and splendid in form, movents swift and agile yet retaining suppleness and steadiness.
Static like a virgin, dynamic like a rabbit, this was the most beautiful epito of the Sword Dance!
Agile and light, a sword dance that moved all directions!
Xia Weibao spun beneath her feet, the hem of her skirt swirling ethereally with her motion, her flowing ink-black hair swaying like a stream.
She knew that to create a shocking stage effect with a solo dance, this was far from enough!
However, she had a way.
The swords in her hands flung into the air simultaneously, her body leaping up, performing a mid-air horizontal split with both toes hitting the swords in flight.
As she tossed the swords skyward, she descended to the ground.
The entire stage was filled with artificial smoke, enveloping her form as she landed.
"What’s happening, where is she?"
"No idea, why did she suddenly vanish?"
"Huh, why is the smoke rising..."
At that mont, it seed as if a tornado whipped across the stage, all the smoke swirling up, lifting the swords placed on the ground along with it.
A rain of swords, swirling up out of nowhere!
This scene was just like special effects in movies!
Yet, everyone was well aware, this was a dance competition, not a movie shoot.
There wasn’t any post-production effect.
So, how was this achieved?
No one knew.
Amidst the flying rain of swords, Xia Weibao suddenly whirled up from midst of the swirling smoke, gracefully dancing.
A sharp sword, a beautiful woman.
Amidst the phantom of swords and knives, the soft beauty danced on the tip of the blades, the stark contrast of hardness and softness.
It assaulted everyone’s vision.
Everyone stood up involuntarily, stunned by the splendid and incredible scene, unable to calm down for a long ti!
Even when Xia Weibao took her bow, they still couldn’t co to their senses, maintaining their gaze forward in awe.
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