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“Of course you can,” Jiang Kehan replied matter-of-factly, “provided you can survive on your own without my protection.”
"You don't actually think I can create clones to deal with the enemy while protecting you, do you?"
An Meng felt a little numb in her hands. She shrank back and muttered something seemingly innocent.
"So what if I stole a few of their fans? Is it really necessary for them to keep hounding me like this?"
"A narrow-minded person is not worth befriending!"
Jiang Kehan glanced at her sideways, wanting to ask how she would feel if her fans were stolen.
But there's no need to ask anymore. Based on Jiang Kehan's understanding of An Meng, the other party would definitely pick up the guitar and smash it hard on the plunderer's head.
Sigh, hypocrites.
“But they didn’t come entirely because they were losing fans.” Jiang Kehan smiled as she looked at the several bands behind her, who were full of fighting spirit.
"It seems they really want to have a rock-and-roll showdown with you."
“You have already thoroughly proven your strength and value to your peers, Anmeng.”
An Meng scratched her head, her previously somewhat agitated expression turning serene.
"Yes, it's earlier than I expected."
"If Kehan hadn't built such a dazzling stage for me, I wouldn't have been able to prove myself completely with just one song."
"This feeling... is surprisingly good."
An Meng glanced at Jiang Kehan, who looked somewhat surprised, and even seemed a little shy.
"Well, as expected, sucking up to powerful figures is the only way for a cult witch to succeed. Not shameful at all."
Jiang Kehan suddenly realized something and covered her heart to feel it.
Sure enough, under her scrutiny, Anmeng's power also fell within the scope of her protection.
In other words, the other party has completely acknowledged Jiang Kehan and gladly accepted the fact that she is being protected.
It really is... very rock-and-roll clean and crisp.
Jiang Kehan was about to say something when An Meng brushed her off, pouting and revealing a malicious smile.
"Since we can't shake them off, how about... we try shooting down a few of them?"
An Meng estimated the gap in strength between herself and her pursuers. The bands that were chasing her were all between second-rate and first-rate, and their combined number of fans had exceeded five hundred.
But if you count them individually, each band only has a little over a hundred fans.
If we act quickly and ruthlessly enough, we can shoot them down one by one.
“Okay.” Jiang Kehan readily agreed, her gaze serene as she looked at An Meng’s new fans and their cheers as they heard the battle was about to begin.
Then, the black dragon turned its head, and sparks flew everywhere.
The dark dragon breath ignited the flames of war, the long-accumulated music resounded across the land, and the surging magic, following the will, transformed into weapons, piercing the hearts of the enemies.
Rock and roll is just that abrupt and unreasonable.
No need to overthink, no need to worry, just enjoy the beauty of the moment to the fullest, shout and roar.
Thus, amidst the collapse of the small world and the brutal close-quarters combat between the dragons, the battle royale reached its most thrilling and intense moment.
Both the witches inside the small world and those outside waving their arms excitedly smiled.
Jiang Kehan thoroughly enjoyed this scene, a rock-and-roll style of crushing noobs, and deeply understood one thing.
It's so satisfying to hit someone with a guitar!
Especially when the other person falls straight down, accompanied by the unrestrained feeling of the guitar breaking, it is exceptionally beautiful.
It's as if the fate of the trench has been completely torn apart, carrying with it a rebellious spirit that will never regret it.
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After fierce competition, Jiang Kehan and An Meng finally achieved the runner-up position.
It can only be said that the Silent Band truly deserves to be called a veteran band. After defeating the Undead Band, they absorbed the remaining fans of the opposing band and swept the battlefield.
Even if Jiang Kehan was strong enough to stand firm on the battlefield like a calamity demon king, but... who made An Meng unfortunately take an arrow to the knee and be elbowed out of the small world?
After all, An Meng has only been a witch for about half a year, and her strength is among the lowest of all the contestants. The fact that she has survived this long is entirely due to Jiang Kehan's desperate support.
And their opportunistic tactics.
Once all the other fish have died and they are facing the dragon, they will be swept away around the same time.
However, when An Meng stood on the podium, her smile was so radiant that she didn't look like a runner-up, but rather like a true champion.
After all, she won big this time, she was absolutely ecstatic!
The Silent Band, however, still had that somewhat aloof expression, but their enthusiasm was higher than usual.
What they cared about was not the championship of this competition, but the opponents around them and those eyeing them menacingly from below the podium.
An Meng, and the band of the Dead who cast their gazes in this direction, unrestrained and carefree, showing no discouragement from their defeat, are destined to be anything but lonely for the next decade or so.
With a click of the shutter, a photograph was taken, capturing the final moment of the competition.
Countless spectators, head bobbing and swaying, enjoying the unique rebellion and unbridled spirit of rock music in the final moments of the heated atmosphere, surrounded the towering, mountain-like podium.
The Silent Band, An Meng, and the unnamed third-place winner, located atop the mountain, put on a unique ensemble performance, but their chemistry was completely lacking.
They were all singing their own tunes, just shouting nonsense.
Jiang Kehan was right next to An Meng, and turned her head away shyly. Strictly speaking, fans are not allowed to go up on the podium, but An Meng didn't care at all and casually pulled Jiang Kehan up on the podium with her.
In An Meng's eyes, they should share this honor, but Jiang Kehan was more rule-abiding, so she didn't dare to look at others and bury her head in the sand like an ostrich.
This stark contrast made many of the witches who died at her hands in the small world exclaim how adorable she was, highlighting the extreme contrast.
As for whether Jiang Kehan can actually stand on the podium, who cares?
This is a rock and roll competition, so of course, all we need to do is have fun!
But in this photo, they are not the most eye-catching figures.
The true core of the composition is a glance back, skillfully captured by an experienced photographer.
After the lead singer of the Silent Band sang and tossed his hair, he glanced back slightly and happened to meet the lead singer of the Undead Band below, who was wiping his neck with a gentle smile.
One bowed their head, the other looked up; in that instant, countless thoughts seemed to converge, ultimately weaving into two tacit smiles, each with its own arrogance.
The world is cut in two by light and shadow. The Silent Band is on the mountaintop, where the sunlight shines, while the Ghost Band is hidden in the floating shadows.
But a mischievous beam of light fell in front of the lead singer of the band "The Dead," breaking the original harmony.
It's like a great painter personally presenting a concrete representation of "rebellion," then casually throwing the paintbrush on the ground and bursting into laughter.
Looking forward to the undying flame between them.
After everything was over, An Meng pulled Jiang Kehan to grab something to eat, but suddenly they were stopped.
The two bands, who had previously seemed like sworn enemies, stood before them, smiling, and extended an invitation.
"Um...would you like to join us for afternoon tea?"
The lead singer of the Dead Band winked contentedly, while the Silent Band wore a silent but approving expression.
Ugh?
An Meng hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jiang Kehan, and felt confused.
Jiang Kehan understood the other party's intentions, and with a hint of amusement, she gently nudged An Meng and whispered in her ear.
"Don't let your enemies down. Hold your head high. You're already on the same level as them."
What brings more joy than defeating a formidable foe is the recognition of that foe.
Especially when you are the challenger.
An Meng was in this state, her mouth slightly open, somewhat incredulous.
In her eyes, although she performed well, she was still not up to the level of the two bands in front of her, at least not for several years.
But only Jiang Kehan, who had always been by An Meng's side, knew just how outstanding An Meng was, so she just smiled and waited for An Meng to accept the situation herself.
This is absolutely what the other party deserves. Even without Jiang Kehan's help, An Meng is already "powerful" enough.
“Okay…” An Meng nodded emphatically in the end, agreeing with a bright smile.
But only Jiang Kehan, whose arm was being held tightly by An Meng and who could feel the other person trembling slightly, knew just how happy An Meng was.
Indeed, she is a little girl.
Jiang Kehan chuckled lightly, playfully pinching the soft flesh on An Meng's arm, and then nodded.
And so, an afternoon tea party for ladies was organized.
However, the venue was not Gulinfang as Jiang Kehan had guessed, but the White Castle belonging to the Ghost Band.
To her surprise, the snacks and tea served today were all handmade by the lead singer of the band "The Dead," and they tasted surprisingly good.
As for the Silent Band, known for their explosive rock style, they seemed rather clueless, only nodding and unable to utter a single word of praise.
It broadened the horizons of both Jiang Kehan and An Meng.
"What? Are you a little surprised?" The lead singer of the Undead Band noticed their expressions thoughtfully, and smiled as he held up the tea.
"Yes, some." Jiang Kehan nodded, answering honestly.
"Heh..." The other person chuckled softly, took a sip of tea that they had been blowing on for a while with some pleasure, and then slowly said.
"After all, rock and roll is just a part of our lives. The real us may not be as unrestrained as we are on stage."
"But some things have remained unchanged, and that's enough."
She clutched her chest, smiling sweetly, like a girl waiting for you when cherry blossoms fall.
"Is that so?" Jiang Kehan nodded in approval, then rubbed her hands together and looked at the other person with some anticipation.
"Can I buy one of your physical albums, preferably the autographed one?"
Although Jiang Kehan doesn't listen to music much on a regular basis, she still likes music quite a bit, and Ariel is a long-time fan of the band The Dead.
"You've reminded me." The lead singer of the undead party clapped his hands, then stood up and addressed everyone.
"As a memento, let's exchange albums!"