The Goethe Theatre is a gigantic sail-like building.

  This time, the Goethe Theater spent a lot of money to invite the Royal Theater Company of San Antonio to perform here, and also relied on many personal relationships.

  Humans' love for opera surpasses all else, and aside from the bloody battles in the Colosseum, there is no other program that can compare to it - from this perspective, humans are also a very warlike and bloodthirsty species.

  San Antonio is just a very small sovereign state in the human kingdom, where men and women are as weak as Andean zephyr, and the fragile nationals represent the military strength of this country.

  There is always a flip side to everything, just like the mighty and powerful Pompeii Empire could never produce a great artist, while San Antonio is the most famous cultural and artistic capital in the human kingdom, their royal theater troupe represents the highest artistic standard of not only San Antonio but also the entire human world.

  It's not entirely unreasonable for humans to look down on other intelligent species. From a martial perspective, humans are far inferior to elves in terms of magical comprehension, physical quality compared to beastmen, and metal smelting level compared to dwarves. However, they were able to drive out these three intelligent species through military force and dominate most of the Aegean continent. Looking at governance, even the elegant and refined elves, who have a deep understanding of art, have never created anything like "opera" or "dance", which are considered high-end performing arts. As for the various beautiful singing styles that developed from opera, they are unheard of.

  Singers are the soul of every troupe, an excellent singer, in terms of vocal training, the degree of hard work is simply indescribable, apart from innate talent, postnatal hard training is also very important, without more than a decade of hard work, you can't even get through the door.

  Suddenly, a large number of renowned dignitaries arrived, causing the entire Goethe Theatre to erupt in excitement. The VIP boxes on the second floor were already packed with people, but they quickly made room without much delay. The theatre owner was a wealthy merchant who was a member of the Chamber of Commerce, and such a patron was somewhat intimidated by the presence of these dignitaries. After the State Chancellor explained their purpose, the owner immediately set out to make arrangements at top speed.

  When the beautiful female announcer on the luxurious velvet stage briefly explained to more than 20,000 spectators that the next event would be a unique competition between the singers of the Kingdom of Bhutan and the Royal Theater of San Antonio, the audience responded with astonishment first, followed by thunderous applause.

  Art knows no borders, and this sentence has been well embodied here.

  In the VIP lounge on the second floor, most of the dignitaries also looked at him with disdain, and many noblewomen were secretly laughing - would this guy jump up and dance a folk dance to pretend to be artistic?

  The remarks of Bishop Kaka are the most biting, in his view, the Mongols should all be naked savages or cannibals with big mouths and green faces, their only way to show art is to beat war drums on the battlefield.

  This time, under the protection of the Knights of the Holy See and the Dragon Knights, he became more and more arrogant, and all kinds of slanderous words came out of his mouth from time to time, such as that in the Bible, people can marry their own mothers, and these absurd remarks were endless.

  The nobles surrounding the archbishop had a similar understanding and recognition of Bimon, with only minor differences from the cardinal's views. Although they admired the stunning beauty of several Bimon beauties, it did not hinder their sense of superiority, which was as swollen as their wallets - humans always have an inherent sense of superiority over other intelligent species.

  The only ones who didn't have this sense of superiority were the two heads of the Sharuba family, who had been dealing with the Kingdom of Bimon for many years and understood it much better than these nobles who took pride in their family history. They just found those absurd remarks amusing. Apart from "idiots", they couldn't find a word to describe the arrogance of these big shots. Just by looking at their jewelry, this group of Bimon envoys completely surpassed all the heirloom jewels of the Dorotte nobles. In terms of demeanor and conversation, they were also much more elegant and dignified than most of the nobles here. Why should it be said that Bimon is always running around naked?

  Of course, there are some aristocratic families with a long history who naturally disdain such behavior of lowering others to raise their own value. They, like the two heads of the Sharba family, chose silence.

  Liu Zhen was fascinated by this bipolar classification of nobles, and felt that it was truly very interesting. Human arrogance and humility are always visible in a gathering.

  The performance began soon, the expensive magic spotlights turned the light into a dazzling array, except for the stage, all seats fell silent into a deep and mysterious darkness.

  The performers at the San Antonio Royal Theatre were indeed transcendent, and most of the audience had already heard this extremely beautiful symphony "Carmen" by Bizet, yet they still won thunderous applause. Under the control of a conductor, the performance of over a hundred people was rich in layers, with each instrument clearly expressing its own timbre in the process of alternating performances, and then blending together to form a perfect melody. This also opened up a new perspective for the Bimon priests who were skilled at using auxiliary instruments.

  The music ended and applause burst forth immediately.

  Master Puska?, the Saint Quirio magician, drew an arc in the air with his hand and a sphere surrounded by a pale blue mist appeared. Inside the sphere was a small flame that grew larger as it shook from the applause. As the master moved his fingers, the sphere carrying the flame flew to the wall of the box, as if sealed inside.

  This hand gesture that combines fire and air magic control ability, condenses countless surprised and worshiping gazes around.

  "It's a simple little magic, hehe, just need to shake the air with applause, and my little flame will respond. Whoever has the biggest flame is whoever has the loudest applause. Shall we come together to appreciate the art of the Kingdom of Bhim?" Master Puskas laughed loudly: "Lord Lich, who's going on stage? I'll send him up."

  Liu Zhen looked around and saw everyone staring at him in a daze.

  "Are you going to let me take the lead?" Liu Zhen asked with a smile.

  Seeing the eager look on everyone's face, Liu Zhen directly pointed out, "Pan Shuai, you and your brothers go up and show off a bit. They have an entire symphony orchestra, we should also send more people."

  Pan Shuai nodded, and the panda warriors immediately drew their spears from their backs and put down their silver-based armor on the ground. They took out black leather trench coats with silver chains hanging from them from their spatial rings and changed into them. The buttons were only fastened at the bottom three, plus a black top hat for each person.

  Black and white panda warriors paired with all-black boxing gloves, black from head to toe.

  "Ready!" Pan Shuai wiped his black eye circles and nodded casually at the Saint Qiao magician.

  Even if it's a Saint- level magician, Master Puskás used "Balloon Drift" to wrap up twenty panda warriors from the second-floor private room and send them onto the stage. He couldn't help but wipe his forehead with a handkerchief and turned his head to say to Liu Zhen, "Lord Richard, your subordinates are not light in weight!"

  "I completely agree with your views, respected master." Liu Zhenhong smiled as he puffed on a large cigar, "My warriors are all well-versed in both literary and martial arts. In our territory, we often hold banquets and music parties, I believe their performances will be unforgettable to anyone."

  Including the red-robed bishop, all the human nobles looked at Liu Zhen with a gaze that seemed to be looking at an idiot. Twenty warriors came on stage and danced? And also proficient in both literature and martial arts? Isn't this the strongman from the circus who bends iron rods?

  "Next, our Panda Warrior Pantawu will perform a song 'Can't Help Falling in Love' for everyone. My name is General Pan." General Pan struck a cool pose with his hand on the brim of his hat at the center of the stage equipped with amplifiers. The panda warriors stood in a V-formation behind him, each revealing their iron-like chests due to unbuttoned shirts, exuding an untamed aura. Their angular muscles glistened under the magical slide projector, triggering wave after wave of shrill screams from the female audience.

  Their robustness is truly moving, with muscles perfectly proportioned and sculptural after rigorous training, mostly found in the biblical giants Samson and Goliath.

  Lemur's worship in Emerald, having eaten mixed rice with these panda warriors for so long, had already become familiar with them. He took out his own hourglass bell and accompanied the Pantaloon warriors.

  The audience in Goethe's theater enjoyed the most fashionable and modern dance of all time.

  The pandas' dance was agile and neat, with a strong sense of rhythm and dynamics. Their dance moves left all humans in awe, unable to find words to describe their emotions except for surprise and novelty. Pan Shuai's singing voice carried the metallic sound that young people loved, and they danced collectively in unison, with clean and powerful movements. Especially when Pan Shuai sang the classic line "Can't help but love~", his entire body mimicked the mechanical stiffness of a metal puppet, with his knees completely still, and his body sliding sideways, triggering countless screams again. As an ambassador, Pan Shuai cleverly disguised the sarcastic words about humans with ambiguous tones while dancing and singing, showing that he still had some brains.

  It's so cool! When the pose of this metal puppet is adapted into dance and expressed flexibly and smoothly, it's surprisingly delightful and full of youthful vitality.

  Even the musicians of the San Antonio Royal Court were left agog, convinced that Pan's dance moves must have been inspired by a gecko's stroll.

  "This is too exciting! A form of dance and singing at the same time, I've never heard of it before, what kind of dance is this?" asked Sanqiao Magic Master with great interest.

  "There is a noble Wolf under my command, this dance was designed by him, accompanied by singing, we call it loaded songs and dances." Liu Zhen shook his eyebrows and replied politely to the master's question.

  "Wolf? The Wolf tribe in Bimon is known for their bravery and martial prowess, could it be that they are also a renowned dance family?" Master Puskas was somewhat perplexed.

  "Can't a brave warrior also dance? Every Wolf noble is the best dancer, haven't you humans heard of 'Dancing with Wolves'?" Liu Zhen was somewhat puzzled.

  "Dancing with wolves? Oh... ... The people around suddenly realized."

  You fool! Among the three major dance schools of Meng, Hu Die, Wo Er and Tian E, all are under my command. If you want to compete with me in singing and dancing, aren't you looking for death? Old Liu and two fairy dragons secretly smiled.

  The performance of the Pantaloon warriors was indeed greatly appreciated, and even a young woman presented a bouquet of flowers to this handsome and majestic Commander Pan. Except for that pair of sunglasses-like black eye circles, Commander Pan is very handsome in every aspect, and apart from some racial characteristics, there is not much difference between him and humans.

  Puskás was so mesmerized that he almost forgot to produce the "flame balloon" to measure the volume of applause, although it had passed its peak, but the flame in the balloon was still much larger than the one produced by the San Antonio Royal Symphony Orchestra playing "Napoleon's Carmen".

  "Contrarian psychology! This is contrarian psychology at work!" Bishop Kaka exclaimed, jumping up and down.

  "This is just the first trial, why are you so worried, dear Bishop?" Liu Zhen shook his head and stroked Guo's head, with a cold smile.

  "Damn it!" The parrot stood on Old Liu's shoulder, intimidating and scolding.

  "Oh God!" The little nun was frantically making the sign of the cross beside her, completely frightened by this parrot.

  In the second round, the Royal Troupe of San Antonio also put away their arrogance, as the conclusion from the first round made them no longer dare to underestimate these comparisons. So they sent out one of their best spirit dancers, who was also a pillar of the Royal Troupe of San Antonio and had been trained since childhood in the classical and romantic styles of dance from the human Renaissance period. This time she performed an improved version of "Flamenco", focusing on rhythm and flair, with her fiery red skirt swirling across the stage like a cluster of bright flames as she leaped and danced, her beautiful face captivating the audience.

  This time the applause was overwhelming, and no one would be stingy with their praise for a beautiful elf maiden.

  Unfortunately, this time Bi Meng had the upper hand again. The appearance of Ge Tan Ni made the beautiful fairy dancer lose her luster instantly, and the thunderous applause also came to an abrupt halt. In the space ring, Ge Tan Ni changed into a dance costume, spread open the pure white wings behind her back, and descended from mid-air. Her slender figure, her stunningly beautiful and holy face, even the beauty of the fairies couldn't compare to hers.

  "Ballet! Good heavens! This is the ballet that only noblewomen of the Swan Tribe can learn!" A few old aristocratic families with a long history finally showed some understanding.

  "It's indeed ballet!" Liu Zhen was drooling as he stared at the delicate and boneless Gottani performing "Swan Lake" on stage, her two eyes gleaming with a fierce green light, like a ferocious beast awakening from hibernation.

  A small hand pulled at his clothes, and Old Liu turned around to see Little Xiuniang's clear eyes gazing at him.

  "Desecrating beauty is the devil's prerogative. I saw that look in your eyes, you need to learn self-control." The young nun dispelled Liu's stirring desires with a calm tone.

  Liu Zhen was too exhausted to scold anymore. He felt that being stared at by this little nun was like being doused with a basin of cold water on the head.

  Gantan's face is holy and her dance posture is dignified. Under such circumstances, only a scum like Old Liu can produce similar thoughts.

  Many human spectators have already applauded until their hands were red, yet they didn't realize it. When it comes to appreciating beauty, people of all ethnicities are the same. The applause was like a wave that kept getting higher and higher, almost overturning the roof.

  The bishop's face turned even uglier.

  Liu Zhen looked at him with a burst of crazy laughter, Guo Guo stuck out her tongue at the red-robed bishop and made a big ghost face.

  Next, the high-pitched singer from San Antonio, Fan Bi Cui, finally couldn't help but make his debut. His singing was known as "magical sound piercing the brain", and his high pitch could sustain for three stages of ascension. It's said that his voice could shake up ripples in a glass of liquor at close range, and with the assistance of an amplification magic array, his high pitch could be clearly heard in every corner of Valencia City.

  Classic singer, classic insomnia melody, defeated again.

  Who made Liu Zhen's voice so enchanting that it was like Toni, and Toni was the Siren who surrendered. The Siren's singing could only be described as heavenly, whether high or low, humans and Sirens were not on the same level. When Toni's high-pitched voice soared, it could shatter a crystal wine glass.

  Next, Meng Er's butterfly dance, the Antonio Royal Troupe was too embarrassed to send anyone else on stage, the difference in strength and disparity were just too great. Comparing sizes between tomatoes and potatoes is one thing, but if it's with a pumpkin, that's just too humiliating.

  The Miao people's Adou sang a song "Hair like Snow", which made the entire opera house thoroughly boiling, human audiences couldn't understand how a hoarse voice could express such a profound connotation, all human audiences stood up and gave the most thunderous applause to express their respect for the Bimon Envoy Corps.

  The defeat of the Dragon Vortex Mercenary Group was not a war between the Kingdom of Dolote and the Kingdom of Bimon, so the civilians of Dolote were still able to show their friendliness towards the Bimon Envoy Group, especially in this intoxicating atmosphere of elegant art.

  "Awesome! I've never seen such a wonderful performance!" Master Puskás, the magician of Szeged, was so excited that he almost went crazy.

  "Adou is actually not suitable for singing 'Fa Ru Xue', I have already composed a song called 'She Must Love You Very Much' in my mind, and I was going to give it to him." Liu Zhen stunned and burst out laughing.

  "What are you waiting for? Let the Red Archbishop come over, if you dare to lose, please take another punch from our Fruit. " Daisy pointed to the flame balloon on Bimon's side, which was stuck on the wall, and the difference in the flames between the two balloons was quite huge.

  "I reserve my opinion on myself not being able to play," O'Neal muttered.

  "I protest! Serenus is not inferior to Bimon! Why can you count his performance as part of your Bimon's?!" Bishop Kaka said angrily: "I didn't lose at all!"

  "Doesn't seem like you're a member of the human tribe either, Spirit Dancer?" Nana said with a cold smile.

  "Are you regretting it?" Liu Zhenhong sneered with a slight smile.

  "This isn't fair, you're catering to the morbid curiosity of us human civilians, this shouldn't be considered a completely just competition!" Bishop Kaka retreated behind the Holy Knights, still talking back.

  "What's the point of even talking?!" Liu Zhenpeng kicked over the table with a loud "boom", and suddenly pulled out his ancient flame gun. The Holy Knights also collectively drew their weapons, and the six-fingered Nedved strung his bow to its fullest extent, ready for battle at any moment.

  The mercenaries of the Mercenary Tigers and the two heads of the Sharba family were pale with fear.

  "I come bearing an olive branch and a Colt .45, don't let the olive branch slip from my hand." Liu's eyes narrowed, the ember on his cigar floating up and down, his tone was unyieldingly tough.

  "What a presumptuous Bimon!" The aura of Dragon Knight Gathsea surged instantly, and she let out a cold laugh.

  "Shut up, all of you!" Master Puska?, the Saint Quirinus magician, glared at Archbishop Kaka: "Your Eminence! Are you going to retract your words in front of God? I don't want to see such an inexplicable fire for just one person!"

  "Master, you seem to be biased towards this group of Bamons!" Bishop Kaka's tone was both resentful and reproachful.

  "Nonsense! I'm biased towards the truth!" Master Puskás wiped his runny nose and scolded with righteous indignation.

  "Lord Richard, everything must be done with moderation...". Zhang Bolun, the king, also chimed in with a sarcastic tone.

  "I've got your words remembered." Liu Zhenhong burst into loud laughter and hooked his finger at Cardinal Kaka.

  The Cardinal saw that no one was going to help him, so he stomped his foot in anger and walked out with a scowl on his face. Guo flew over to him, but before anyone could see what he was doing, he jumped up and delivered another powerful kick, striking the Cardinal's chin and sending him flying backward. The Cardinal fell from the second floor and landed on the seats below, where a quick-thinking Knight just managed to catch him by his clothes. However, Guo's punch had been too strong, and the Cardinal's expensive Eastern silk robes ripped apart with a loud tearing sound. The Cardinal's red-robed figure crashed down onto the heads of the spectators in the stands below.

  A sudden commotion.

  Perhaps no one expected a Frosty Pichu to possess such powerful and high-end strength, so everyone stared at Guagua in disbelief, frozen with their mouths agape.

  "The war of words is over, next is the war of fists!" Liu Zhen looked at the Holy Knights who were completely ignited with anger: "If anyone can't stand us, just challenge us."

  One by one, the gloves were thrown at their targets, and all twenty of the Musketeers were chosen, including the slightly weaker-looking Porthos, Athos, Aramis, D'Artagnan. The other militiamen were not selected.

  "Haha... Liu Zhen was amused: "After all, it's a Holy Knight, and indeed one is more discerning than the other.""

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