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The outcome was as most had anticipated. How could the representatives from Mafelen let someone from Lorpond win?
Will glared at Isabella with a malicious look. “Looks like you’re going to be expelled from the competition. You’re still young. Don’t be so presumptuous. You’re talented, but many are better than you.”
“Bullshit!” Rosaline couldn’t contain herself any longer and exclaimed. “You are deliberately bullying a foreigner. If this is what happens in the international competition, I refuse to participate again!”
Gerard’s expression turned grim. “This international competition should just be called the Mafelen Dancing Competition.”
Before they could say more, security guards approached them. “You’re disrupting the contest. Please leave the venue!”
“Is this how you all behave? Can’t you tolerate any criticism?” Rosaline shouted, her desperation evident. She struggled against the security guards’ grip but couldn’t free herself. Tears began to form in her eyes. Was this fair treatment for anyone?
As she was about to be escorted out, several bodyguards suddenly appeared and incapacitated the security guards as Andrew snapped his fingers.
Rosaline’s strength gave out, and she collapsed, while Gerard was visibly shaken.
At that moment, voices in various languages filled the air.
“We think Isabella’s dance was superior!”
“Isabella deserves first place!”
Support for Isabella began to emerge from international spectators. They had been dominated by Mafelen for too long. They realized that if they didn’t seize this opportunity, Mafelen might continue to dominate future international dance competitions. The clamor grew louder.
The judges’ expressions turned sour. Will quickly gestured for the host to end the competition swiftly.
But before the host could speak, Isabella addressed the Mafelen judges, “May I ask, what do you think is the most crucial aspect of dancing?”
“At this point, everyone’s dance skills are nearly identical. Since innovation is challenging, the most critical element is clearly the choreography,” Will said immediately.
These days, choreography was indeed deemed the most critical element.
“What do you think of your choreography then?” Isabella inquired.
“It’s perfect. Anna’s performance was impeccable.”
“Who crafted Anna’s routine?”
“Her teacher.” Will looked towards the audience as Bill, Anna’s teacher, nodded in agreement.
Isabella smiled. “Is that so? You praise your elite choreography, yet you don’t create any of the routines yourselves.”
Her statement stirred doubts among the crowd. A look of surprise appeared in Bill’s eyes. How did she know?
Isabella glanced at Andrew, who was standing a bit away, and gave him a nod.
Andrew understood her signal and gestured to the bodyguards. The bodyguards immediately took out the copies of a document and distributed them to the audience. They even ensured each judge received a copy.
Bewildered, Will picked up the document and read it. A chill ran through him as he absorbed the contents. Bill leaned in to see and was stunned. The task he had posted on the Dark Site was actually taken by Isabella. The dance was actually Isabella’s creation?
His thoughts froze. At this moment, he realized he was doomed. The dance showcased by Mafelen had actually been crafted by someone from Lorpond.
Anna looked perplexed at first about the unfolding events but slowly grasped the situation from the reactions around her. She stared at Isabella, struck with fear.
Isabella stood tall and poised, her gaze indifferent, untouched by the chaos around her. Her self-assurance and aloofness radiated effortlessly. This was because she was truly formidable.
Isabella was the one behind the choreography of her dance!
A profound sense of humiliation overwhelmed Anna. Her face flushed deep red, her body quivering. She was convinced she would take first place, not knowing the dance she performed was created by a woman a few years younger than herself.
Previously, she had even openly expressed admiration for this woman’s choreographic skills.
However, the bitter irony was undeniable for Anna—the one who had crafted her dance was the Lorpond dancer she had always scorned.
Anna felt utterly crushed, tasting the bitter sting of failure for the first time.
The audience, who had been poring over the documents, reached the peak of their shock.
Just moments ago, they had pitied the tall, graceful young woman on stage; now, they were utterly astounded by her brilliance.
Isabella had completely eclipsed all dancers from Mafelen.
“Isabella is the real champion.”
“She’s a genius.”
“You’re using someone else’s choreography and still have the nerve to look down on her talent? How can you not feel ashamed?”
“Give the championship back to Isabella.”
Meanwhile, Lynda and her companions were beside themselves with joy.
Isabella had proven to be truly exceptional, her talent undeniable and her victory well-deserved.
Even the dance performed by Mafelen’s top dancer had been choreographed by Isabella.
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind—this woman was the rightful champion. If she didn’t take first place, the entire dance world would cry foul.
Tears of joy welled up in Lynda’s eyes as she recalled the words she had spoken long ago: to win in Mafelen, they would need to display overwhelming skills.
And now, Isabella had done just that.
With her breathtaking, formidable talent, she had made everyone believe in her rightful place as the true champion.
Lynda smiled, her heart swelling with pride.
She could almost see the bright future of Lorpond’s dance world unfolding before her eyes.
Meanwhile, Anna felt increasingly uneasy as the crowd erupted in a mix of excitement and righteous anger. The courage to challenge injustice filled their voices, and the momentum was unstoppable.
Mafelen couldn’t withstand the public outcry this time.
Anna took one last, lingering look at the woman on stage. Isabella’s delicate, beautiful face remained serene, exuding a calm authority, as if she had been born to wear the crown.
Without another word, Anna turned and left the venue.
She relinquished her claim to first place, acknowledging that it rightfully belonged to Isabella.
Persisting would only drag her down further, making her a laughingstock.
Anna’s decision to withdraw was both unexpected and, in the end, understandable.
The authority of Mafelen judges had already crumbled, and if she continued to cling to her position, it would only bring more disgrace. By stepping down, she might still salvage some respect.
Just moments ago, Will, who had been so arrogantly confident, now looked utterly humiliated. The mocking and disdainful gazes directed at him were relentless, making him wish he could vanish from sight.
The host was caught in an uncomfortable position because he was also from Mafelen.
The competition’s director finally intervened, making the final call. “Anna has withdrawn from the competition, so everyone moves up one place.”
The host quickly relayed the decision. “With Anna’s withdrawal, the new champion is Isabella, representing Lorpond.”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause, nearly shaking the very roof of the venue.
Tears of joy filled the eyes of contestants from various countries.
Even though Isabella wasn’t from their homeland, they couldn’t contain their happiness.
The reign of Mafelen over the dance world had been broken.
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