All-rounder Artist - Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Chapter 400: Official Release of ‘May We Live Long’ _1

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Those crowned the King or Queen of Singing, and the Maestros behind them, chose to collaborate with one another to ensure the flawless execution of the Battle of the Gods.

Obviously, the lineup of Music Kings, Queens, and Maestros would form the strongest group!

Jiang Kui’s existence would undoubtedly hamper Xian Yu’s progress, a fact that was clear to anyone with eyes.

So everyone thought:

Even if Xian Yu won the Battle of the Gods, it would feel somewhat like a hollow victory.

But the situation was irreversible.

As for the upcoming Battle of the Gods, Xian Yu’s significance in everyone’s eyes had dropped to mere participation.

He was no longer everyone’s imagined nemesis.

There was no helping it.

The industry gradually accepted the fact that Xian Yu had semi-given up on the Battle of the Gods and turned its attention to another group:

“Fei Yang is pretty strong this year.”

“With Maestro Yin Dong composing, top lyricist Ni Hongwu penning the lyrics, and the best music producers and arrangers in the field, their strength on paper was indeed the greatest.”

“The combination of Long Die and Yin Li should not be underestimated, I favor this pair!”

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“Fei Yang is clearly going all out against Xian Yu, but who would’ve known that Xian Yu wasn’t planning to go all out.”

“Fei Yang must be quite upset, the opponent he valued most doesn’t seem to care much for the Battle of the Gods.”

“Unless something unexpected happens, the person who can defeat Fei Yang next month will grab the championship song.”

“Speaking of which, Xian Yu is the defending champion, but Fei Yang was also the runner-up last year. As the defending champion chooses to perform subpar, for many significant figures, defeating the runner-up might be a source of pleasure and motivation.”

“…”

After Xian Yu, it was Fei Yang’s group that became the most significant obstacle in many people’s eyes.

At this time in Starlight Entertainment.

Jiang Kui in the recording studio, looking at the comments about her online, felt a surge of energy building up within her –

There was a fire in her eyes.

How dare everyone look down on me?

Why does everyone think that I will hold back Teacher Admirable Fish?

When Ninth Floor chose to cultivate Yao Huo and me, that’s what people in the company thought;

When Xian Yu chose to collaborate with me on a new song for the Battle of the Gods, that’s what people in the industry thought.

Even netizens don’t understand at all.

Am I really that terrible?

Do they think I’m an easy target?

Jiang Kui bit her lip, her fists clenched under her sleeves, with the nails digging into her flesh.

She wished she could shout at everyone, “Don’t despise the youth when they’re poor. The east and west of the river may change over thirty years!”

“Prepare to record.”

Lin Yuan suddenly walked into the recording studio.

This was the day he had chosen for recording.

Jiang Kui’s strong empathy as the lead actress in her interior drama abruptly disrupted, standing in front of the microphone, with a more cautious look at Lin Yuan, she tentatively said:

“Alright then.”

Lin Yuan nodded his head, greeted the staff in the recording studio, was evidently planning to complete the task of recording that day.

About ten minutes later.

The official recording began.

Having rehearsed for some time beforehand, coupled with Lin Yuan’s days of coaching, Jiang Kui had achieved a perfect grasp of the song.

Seemingly the criticisms from the outside world did indeed stir up Jiang Kui?

Her recording status today was surprisingly good, the whole song was recorded very smoothly, both emotions and singing techniques, all met Lin Yuan’s standards.

“That’ll do.”

Two hours later.

Lin Yuan took off his headphones and declared, “Recording complete.”

Speaking of the performance result, today’s recording by Jiang Kui was the best version she had sung these days.

Lin Yuan was very satisfied.

It was not in vain that he had spent so long with Jiang Kui preparing for the official recording.

…

Though Xian Yu was no longer the hot topic for the Battle of the Gods, this did not affect his musical status in the hearts of numerous netizens as the season ended.

In the following days, news about the Battle of the Gods was ubiquitous online:

“The Battle of the Gods is coming soon!”

“Fei Yang’s exclusive interview: This year I am participating in the Battle of the Gods not to show off, but to let everyone know that what I lost must be reclaimed by me!”

“King and Queen of Singing are ready!”

“December’s war beacon, six Maestros have arrived!”

“Yin Dong leads the Maestro line-up in the Battle of the Gods, who will be crowned new king!”

“Maestro Long Die exclusive interview: My only competitor has always been myself.”

“…”

The news bombardment of this level was even more exaggerated than that in November!

At the end of November, netizens’ anticipation for the Battle of the Gods had reached its peak, almost overflowing!

On November 30th.

There was a countdown for the Battle of the Gods on the Music Association’s official website. Even the official platform was attaching great importance to the Battle of the Gods:

“Ten hours until the official start of the Battle of the Gods!”

“Nine hours until the official start of the Battle of the Gods!”

“Eight hours until the official start of the Battle of the Gods!”

The countdown on the Literature and Art Association’s official website kept updating in real-time. All major music platforms followed suit, exacerbating the nerves of netizens and music fans to an exceedingly sensitive degree.

“It’s about to start!”

“Why am I so excited?”

“After all, it’s the annual celestial battle!”

“Which song to listen to first is a problem. I’m really looking forward to several songs!”

“In comparison with the battle at midnight, the competition among the top singers in November is like a younger brother.”

“Black Bull is ready, brothers, charge tonight!”

“I’m so damn excited. I, who never stay up late, can’t help but plan to stay up till midnight.”

“The Literature and Art Association even set a countdown, it feels like New Year’s Eve, hahahaha.”

“Apparently, the rankings will be released directly tonight, no need to wait until tomorrow. Gods are battling in groups online, which Maestro will top the songs?”

“…”

A multitude of eyes were glued tightly to the ticking countdown.

In the wait, the sky slowly darkened, and the moon gently rose into the sky.

As the prompts of “One hour left until the official start of the Battle of the Gods” were published by various music platforms and the Music Association’s official website, waiting netizens’ spirits abruptly intensified!

Inside the bedroom of a certain mansion.

Fei Yang had already sat in front of the computer early. He brewed a cup of instant coffee and quietly waited for midnight to arrive.

The wind gently swirled outside the window.

The moonlight drifted faintly inward.

Excitement and nervousness were intertwined within Fei Yang, causing his legs to fidget restlessly.

Unknown time passed.

Fei Yang’s phone suddenly vibrated.

Fei Yang picked up his phone and saw it was a message from Ni Hongwu in the group: “In the lyrics section, I can crush the gods. I hope someone doesn’t drag us down. If we don’t win the championship, it’s definitely not my fault.”

This was a small three-person group.

Only Fei Yang, Yin Dong, and Ni Hongwu were in the group.

This was a small group that Fei Yang had created specifically for the Battle of the Gods collaboration.

Seeing Ni Hongwu’s message, Fei Yang chuckled, and his nervousness dissipated quite a bit.

Of course, he knew that Ni Hongwu was taking a jab at Yin Dong.

The two had quite a lot of friction during the lyrics and composition collaboration process, which left Ni Hongwu very dissatisfied.

“Don’t worry.”

Then Yin Dong appeared, seemingly in response to Ni Hongwu: “There is no problem with my composition.”

“And there will be no problem with my singing.”

Fei Yang confidently replied, typing with forceful fingers. He wanted to continue the chat, but the alarm he had set on his phone suddenly rang.

Fei Yang glanced at the time.

It was precisely midnight right now!

Fei Yang hastily put his phone down, put on his headphones, and clicked open the music player right away. His expression was as serious as a soldier in uniform, ready to rush to his battlefield.

“It’s time!”

“Battle of the Gods!”

Fei Yang clicked open the music special on his player.

Meanwhile!

Within the merged three continents, countless hands were moving their mouse at the same time and forcefully pressing down the confirm left button…

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