Chapter 114: The Music Maestro

“…Oh yeah! I bow to no one’s threats! Oh yeah! Always ready to face the strongest! Oh yeah! I’ll destroy every doubt and slander thrown at me! This—this feeling of unrestrained freedom! Surpassing all limits! No more fear! No need for your understanding! I refuse to watch! Stop the nonsense! Disappear from my sight at once! Oh yeah, I don’t care about rumors! Oh yeah, I disdain all criticism! Oh yeah, I’ve discarded every rule, so listen to the sound of me tearing through it all!…”

The frenzied backing vocals, the explosive waves of new metal, combined with Zhang Qiyang’s raw, wild noise rock—like a torrent from hell—instantly transformed the live broadcast venue into a pressure cooker about to blow!

Everyone was vaporized by this scorching, chaotic soundwave that overturned everything.

Many were drenched in sweat from the brutal sonic assault, as if they had stepped out of a sauna. They had never experienced such fiery intensity at a live show.

This wasn’t just listening to a “human” sing; it was as if a demon was burning their flesh and soul with these blazing soundwaves!

Viewers watching on television could never feel the wild, electrifying atmosphere of the scene.

Only those who had witnessed Zhang Qiyang’s performances firsthand could understand the unstoppable power of this raging sound demon.

Almost all the young people in the venue were blown away by Zhang Qiyang’s ferocious vocals.

Some older attendees couldn’t withstand the intensity but were still drenched in sweat, reliving their youthful vigor.

Nearly everyone present felt their rebellious wings unfurl under Zhang Qiyang’s wild voice, as if ready to take flight—not to heaven, but to a hell far more thrilling than paradise.

Backstage, the singers, though watching Zhang Qiyang’s performance on television, could still feel the violent soundwaves battering the door of the dressing room.

Such a crazy sound pressure was something they had never encountered before knowing Zhang Qiyang; it was hard to even imagine such a powerful force that seemed capable of breaking through all barriers.

This sound was not born of human effort!

It felt like if he turned up the volume just a bit more, the ceiling of the broadcast room would be blown off!

Not to mention the song’s fiercely wild rhythm, the overwhelming, arrogant sound pressure alone was enough to send shivers rattling to the bone!

Viewers at home, hearing the soundwaves weakened by the television signal, could hardly grasp even thirty percent of the live intensity.

So many wondered: What on earth was Zhang Qiyang shouting about? What was this supposed to be?

A total megalomaniac!

But the cannon fodder in the audience relished Zhang Qiyang’s reckless declarations.

This was exactly the Zhang they imagined—the one who could tear through any rule, scorn all else, their indomitable Cannon Lord!

Far away in the capital, Zhang Qiyuan’s face was ashen, her heart sinking like an ocean.

Listening to Zhang Qiyang roar, “I bow to no one’s threats! Always ready to fight the strongest!” she let out a rare rough sigh: Damn it! He really is gearing up for a death match with Li Xiaoxiao!

When the show began and Zhang Qiyang’s song for the competition was revealed as “Outlier,” and he took the stage with a cold, defiant aura, Zhang Qiyuan had a terrible premonition.

His relentless, savage rap only confirmed her fears—

“…Even if the world scorns me, even if people turn against me, it doesn’t matter; just call me an outlier! I’ll crank up my volume and shut them all up! Follow me! Follow me! Follow me, fight against the world!…”

“…Youth means raising your arms freely! Show your courage! Fear no more! Only a heart that loves battle can save you! Follow me! Follow me! Follow me, scream loud!…”

This rap seemed to send a message to Zhang Qiyuan across the void: Just treat me as an outlier.

No matter the opponent, I’ll turn up my volume and silence them.

By now, he had no way back.

Only with a warrior’s heart, charging forward without hesitation, fighting against the world, could he save himself.

Hearing this rebellious “lament,” Zhang Qiyuan felt as if a knife twisted in her heart.

Zhang Qiyang had chosen this road of no return, and she truly didn’t know how to win back his heart.

Perhaps, as her father said, only when he was battered, bloodied, and scarred would he truly turn back.

Zhang Qiyuan turned off the TV.

She didn’t want to watch his rebellious performance any longer.

Judging by his attitude, there was no sign of reconciliation in the near future.

She could only try to work on the other side, hoping her father and Li Xiaoxiao wouldn’t escalate things to a breaking point with Zhang Qiyang.

Let him be as he wishes!

At the TV, the audience’s feelings varied—some endured the torment, others felt their blood boil—but the live venue had already been utterly overturned by Zhang Qiyang’s raging soundwaves!

The live scene was like a hurricane of soundwaves!

Those with weak hearts were almost blown away by the storm.

Almost everyone, including the staff, was ignited by Zhang Qiyang’s arrogant, rebellious soundwaves, awakening a primal passion buried deep within.

Many felt their hair roots almost pulled by the sonic assault.

More than watching a performance, they were undergoing a soul baptism by wild, violent sound.

Their eardrums torn apart, each person was awakened to long-suppressed energy.

Whether it was positive or negative energy, no one could say.

But one thing was certain: if unleashed, this energy would be revolutionary.

Even seasoned concertgoers had never felt such ferocious, untamed metal waves.

They had long forgotten whether the song was good.

Zhang Qiyang’s savage voice delivered a comprehensive sensory shock that etched itself into their souls and bones.

To put it bluntly, that night felt like encountering a real ghost—an experience they would never forget in their lifetime.

In the broadcast control room, Luo Tao and others felt the violent soundwaves crashing in from every angle and crevice, giving them goosebumps.

Once again, they sensed Zhang Qiyang’s scream that seemed capable of tearing the world apart, and the senior production team silently gave him a thumbs-up.

These veterans of the music variety show scene had seen many incredible singers but never one as formidable as Zhang Qiyang.

He was practically a terrorist in the music world!

If he held a massive concert for a hundred thousand people, it was believable that the stadium’s surroundings could erupt into chaos that night!