Chen Bahuang turned his gaze from the audience below to the piano.

He gently pressed his fingers on the piano.

The moment he put his hands on the piano, his whole temperament changed.

A powerful momentum, accompanied by the first note, transformed into the entire concert venue.

The audience in the entire concert venue suddenly felt an invisible pressure and came over.

When the original crisp piano sound reached their ears, it turned into a deafening drum sound.

After Chen Bahuang tried the notes, he began to play slowly according to the scene he recalled in his heart.

Compile memories into a song!

An epic battle song that shakes the sky with gongs and drums!

At first he flicked very slowly, and then his fingers got faster and faster.

The sound of the piano is getting more and more exciting!

It was like the sound of drums on the battlefield. One wave after another, turning around.

The audience in the audience was disdainful at first.

But slowly, their expressions began to change.

Because when they heard Chen Bahuang’s first piano sound, they suddenly felt like they had come to a battlefield.

All around are broken limbs and broken arms, and blood flows into a river!

The land under my feet was stained with blood. At first glance, in addition to the corpse, there was also a red plain that seemed to be out of sight.

However, looking at the terrifying scene in front of them, they were not as scared as they imagined, because the sound of drums that were constantly coming from their ears.

The drums shocked their minds and gave them a determination to move forward bravely even if they died.

They stared blankly at the battle between the two sides on the battlefield.

One side is their Western coalition, and the other side is the Chinese in East Asia.

Moreover, the forces of the two sides were very different, and the Western coalition was in a huge turmoil. It looked like there were all people, at least one million.

Standing in front were more than a dozen majestic generals.

In the East, there were less than 30,000 people, but most of them were injured.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the old, weak and disabled soldiers!

In this case, as long as the Western coalition forces sprint for a wave, they can take away the lives of these 20,000 to 30,000 people in the East and achieve the final victory.

However, although Westerners have an absolute advantage on the battlefield, these confused passers-by do not feel a trace of joy.

Instead, he was worried about the 20,000 to 30,000 oriental soldiers.

Such a scene makes them feel very contradictory and depressing.

Just as the Western army was preparing to charge and planned to win the victory of this battle in one fell swoop, suddenly there was a loud drumbeat in the east.

With the dense drums, their reinforcements arrived behind the 20,000 to 30,000 remnants.

However, the reinforcements were only four men and four horses!

The one running in front was a young man wearing a mask, followed by three men and one woman.

Four people and four horsemen, like the god of war, came to the middle of the confrontation between the two sides.

The man with a masked man, who looked like a god of war, pointed forward with a red tassel gun in his hand.

It was like a god of war descending to earth, and a powerful aura pressed over.

The millions of coalition forces in the West opposite were in a turmoil!

The dozen Western generals standing in front immediately rushed up with a sword and fought with the man with a mask like a god of war.

The number of people on both sides is very different, but the masked man is fearless and fights against more than a dozen powerful generals on the other side alone.

The masked man was not used to it at first, and he was a little busy and was beaten by the other party.

The 20,000 to 30,000 remaining troops behind him kept cheering for him with the sound of drums.

After the masked man was hit by countless blows in the back, he became more and more courageous and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

He made a direct counterattack and killed all the dozen generals in front of him under the Red Tassel Spear.

The man dragged his body to the middle and stood in a momentum that was thousands of times stronger than before. The millions of Western coalition forces were frightened and then withdrew!

When I looked here, the drum sound suddenly sounded, as if I had no strength to continue beating.

As the drums stopped, everyone woke up from a dream and returned to reality from the cruel battlefield.

After everyone came to their senses, they still sat in their seats, as if they couldn't believe the scene they had seen before.

"I don't seem to be listening to a music, but watching a war? Do you feel this way?"

After a while, someone finally couldn't help asking his companion next to him about his feelings.

"Yes, I also feel this way, that feeling is like the legendary battle of the century five years ago by the Eight Wilderness God of War, just like the one mentioned in the information I got!"

"It seems that everyone has the same feeling. Oh my God, this East Asian boy can restore the battle of the century by just one improvisation! It's so shocking to bring us to the scene of that war with music. This is no longer something that people can do, right?"

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At first, everyone was just shocked, but after some exchange, they were even more shocked that everyone felt the same.

In other words, the man who looked young on the stage could actually control them with the sound of the piano and bring them into that magical illusion.

Many of the people present have listened to piano for most of their lives. Whether they are world-class masters or world-class people like Professor Philip, they have heard a lot.

But it has never been as strong and so real as the immersive feeling just now.

It seems like they participated in the whole process.

This is no longer something that a genius can do, but something that only the god of piano and music can do.

The arrogant Western nobles who had originally disdained Chen Bahuang, now looked at Chen Bahuang on the stage, with respect in their eyes.

The piano played by the old Professor Philip just now was very nice and reached the feeling of being immersive, but he was not out of the range of music.

And it’s about playing other people’s music!

The piano music played by Chinese East Asian improvisation is no longer as simple as music, but is using music to tell stories, life, etc. Everyone sees the same thing, but has thousands of insights.

The two of them have a clear judgment on their level, and they are simply not on the same level!

If Professor Philip is the most powerful piano master in the world, the Chinese man on the stage will be the great piano god!

The most shocking thing about the people on the scene was Old Man Philip. He also felt the same as everyone when he listened to Chen Bahuang's piano.

However, he was resisting in his heart, struggling to escape from the fantasy illusion, but after working hard for a long time, he found that he still could not escape.

He was even led by the other party's fighting music, and after spitting a mouthful of blood, he gradually assimilated, and then integrated into that state of mind, and was controlled by the other party's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness!

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how could he do it at his age? This is absolutely impossible......"

Old Man Philip looked at Chen Bahuang's eyes, and changed from the original ridicule to the deep fear. He felt like he had seen the music devil, subverting his understanding of music.

He stood there, muttering to himself with disbelief, as if he had a look of possession.
Chapter completed!