Across the entire fighting ground, everyone's mouths hung agape as they wore perplexed looks on their faces.
In all of their eyes, they saw Yang Tiancheng dance becoming more joyful with each passing minute as he seemed to be thoroughly absorbed in the dance that he was doing.
However, Yang Tiancheng was a man dancing a feminine dance. The elegant dancing that a woman does, where his hips were swaying like some fluid water-snake mating dance.
For such a genre of dance, it would be pleasing to the eye if a woman danced it. However, when a man danced it, it was a completely different story.
Looking at Yang Tiancheng's 'elegant' dance, many felt their hairs standing straight as they were utterly disgusted by what they saw.
"My god! What is Yang Tiancheng doing?"
"Is he mad?"
"That is so disgusting, I really can't stand to watch it anymore!"
"My god, I want to puke already!"