From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 32: The Lethal Waltz: Sian’s Bloodstained Symphony

In the comment section, the audience was in chaos. Everyone who had watched the live broadcast was either lying on the ground, vomiting, trembling in fear, or covering their children’s eyes. Others were screaming frantically, and then some loved excitement and bloodshed—those people were laughing hysterically, shouting just one name: ’Sian’.

All of this was because of the scene that had unfolded half an hour ago, which had been recorded and broadcast live in high definition.

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Thirty Minutes Ago:

Sian stood still, his hair covering his beautiful amber eyes, which had now turned a striking shade of crimson. Liam, unable to see Sian’s eyes at that moment, approached him slowly—like a hunter closing in on his prey, step by step, careful not to startle it before delivering the fatal blow.

But unfortunately for Liam, the roles of predator and prey had yet to be determined. After all, even a seemingly weak and delicate deer possesses enough strength in its slender legs to take down the mightiest of lions.

"Just because you managed to knock me down by sheer luck, don’t think for a second that a whore like you can take on the leader of the wolves." Liam’s voice was sharp and cold as he tried to get a glimpse of Sian’s face beneath the curtain of dark strands. "Today, I’ll make you wish you were never born into this world. No, you’ll wish you were nothing but dust."

Liam advanced step by step, his mouth spewing a torrent of insults, curses, and threats. Yet, despite his fury, his anger only grew. Why?

Because a certain someone refused to respond. Forget about responding—Sian hadn’t even moved a muscle. Even as Liam continued his approach, Sian remained utterly still and silent. If not for the subtle rise and fall of his chest, one would think he was dead on his feet.

The spectators held their breath, watching the impending fight. Well, ’fight’ was an exaggeration. Everyone expected Sian to be beaten senseless, his blood splattering everywhere. Liam’s men had already formed a circle around them, ensuring that Sian had no escape. Their job was simple—let their leader vent his rage on this boy, or else they would be the ones suffering the consequences.

"Ignoring me now, huh, you bastard? Alright, I’ll show you."*

Liam couldn’t contain his frustration any longer. With a furious roar, he lunged forward, his steps turning into a full sprint.

The crowd watched in shock as Liam charged toward Sian, a dagger nearly the size of a short sword clutched tightly in his grip.

"SIAAAAN!"

Lan Qisheng’s frantic scream rang out as he broke free from his restraints. His men followed, striking down anyone in their way. But it was too late. They were too far.

Liam had already reached Sian. Only a single step separated them.

With a vicious snarl, Liam raised the dagger high and drove it straight toward Sian’s chest.

Even now, Sian remained motionless. His head was still bowed, his black locks swaying gently in the wind as if dancing to nature’s rhythm.

The air grew thick with tension. The spectators could barely breathe.

Lan Qisheng was losing his mind. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. What was merely a second felt like an eternity. He saw it all—the way Liam lunged, the way he lifted the dagger, the way he brought it down toward Sian’s heart.

He saw everything.

But he was too far away to stop it.

"XlSian, MOVE! SIAAAAN!"

Lan Qisheng’s voice cracked as he burst into aloud, desperate to reach him. The observers closed their eyes, unable to bear the horrible sight of the youngster being impaled. The captives averted their sight, unable to bear the thought of blood on such dear face. Jeers, taunts, and voices from Liam’s men filled the air.

And then—

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his chest. Sian moved.

With a fluid motion, he sidestepped, spun into the air, and twisted his body twice before landing a brutal kick to the back of Liam’s head.

Liam stumbled forward, the blade missing its mark entirely.

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Silence.

For a moment, the world stood still. The jeers, the whistles, the cheers—all of it stopped.

At first, Liam’s men didn’t react. Neither did Lan Qisheng and his soldiers. Two full seconds passed before Lan snapped back to reality and barked out orders.

"MOVE! Take them down—don’t let a single one escape!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers sprang into action, wielding the firearms they had confiscated earlier.

And then—chaos erupted.

The terrorists, realizing the shift in momentum, retaliated. Some fought with guns, others with their bare hands. No method of combat was off-limits.

Meanwhile, Sian stood over Liam, who was sprawled on the ground" once again".

But shockingly, Liam wasn’t dead. He wasn’t even unconscious.

Instead, he snapped his eyes open, his movements turning erratic and violent as he lunged at Sian with renewed fury.

But who was Sian?

Did he look like someone who would stand still and let himself be killed?

They clashed.

And to everyone’s astonishment, Liam truly was deserving of his title as ’leader’. Now that he had gauged his opponent’s strength, he fought with precision—his combat skills on full display. Fists and kicks flew, each attack targeting the other’s weak spots with deadly accuracy.

If even one of those hits landed, it would mean certain death.

After several brutal exchanges, Liam realized that sheer strength alone wouldn’t be enough to defeat Sian. His rage-clouded mind began to clear just enough for a plan to form.

His gaze flickered toward the dagger lying behind Sian.

Feigning another direct attack, Liam lunged forward.

The moment Sian dodged, Liam intentionally crashed onto the ground.

Then, in a swift motion, he rolled toward the dagger, grabbed it, and spun around—aiming straight for Sian’s back.

But—

Liam froze.

His eyes met Sian’s.

Those red, misty, inhuman eyes.

"You... You’re not... human... You can’t be—"

Liam’s words cut off.

Blood gushed into his throat, choking him.

He coughed, vomiting a pool of crimson.

Because at that moment—

When Liam had gone for the kill, Sian had simply caught his wrist.

With delicate, pale fingers, he snapped Liam’s wrist in two.

Then, in one swift motion, Sian grabbed Liam’s own hand and drove the dagger deep into his chest.

Pushing harder.

And harder.

Until the blade pierced his heart completely.

Only the hilt remained visible, protruding from Liam’s chest.

And just like that—Liam took his last breath before his lifeless body collapsed.

His eyes remained open.

His death was pitiful. Terrifying.

When he fell onto his side, the dagger’s edge protruded from his back, dripping blood.

Drip.

Drip.

Liam’s men saw it.

Lan Qisheng saw it.

He had witnessed everything—how Sian had ’killed’ Liam without hesitation, without so much as blinking, as if taking a life meant nothing to him. freewebnoveℓ.com

As if—as if he was used to it.

As if he was accustomed to killing.

And when Lan Qisheng saw those crimson eyes—the ones he had once thought were the purest, most beautiful in the world—he felt his stomach drop.

Because those weren’t human eyes.

They were the eyes of a beast.

A monster thirsting for blood.

Lan Qisheng couldn’t accept the truth staring him in the face.

But before he could process it—

Gunfire erupted.

And under everyone’s stunned gazes, Sian danced between the bullets.

Sian dodged the bullets as if they were mere pebbles

He didn’t just dodge them—he made it look... effortless. His movements were fluid, swift, and...

Beautiful.

His body moved like it was performing a deadly ballet.

His long hair rose and fell with his motions, yet, despite the relentless barrage, not a single bullet so much as grazed him. Even the strands of his hair, floating midair, remained untouched.

Not a single bullet grazed him.

Not. A. Single. One.

And then—he attacked.

...

Then, as Sian continued his deadly ’dance’ across the battlefield, Sian suddenly moved at an astonishing speed, closing in on the terrorists firing at him. He took them down one by one—using only his bare hands.

He had no weapon. Sian relied solely on his hands to subdue them, but that alone was enough to not just incapacitate the men—but kill them. He slaughtered every single one who stood in his way.

"Sir, this—" Ren Yi, who had approached Lan Qisheng, noticed how pale his superior’s face had become. Everyone in their unit knew about their leader’s feelings for the young teenager, but...

"Sir, wake up! We have to do something!"

"Y-Yes... Yes! We have to stop Sian, or else... I can’t leave him like this. We have to act!" Lan Qisheng stammered, struggling to put his thoughts into words.

"But Sian’s state is... strange. He looks like he’s lost his mind," Ren Yi observed sharply. He had a keen eye, and he quickly noticed the oddity of Sian’s behaviour. Frankly, with that emotionless face, those eerily calm yet soulless eyes, and his merciless, lightning-fast attacks—striking down anything within sight—it was painfully obvious.

Just as the two were about to continue their discussion, they saw Sian suddenly lunge toward Zhao Ling, who was locked in combat with two opponents. In a blur, Sian dispatched both enemies in an instant—but he didn’t stop there. He attacked Zhao Ling as well.

Fortunately, the latter had some combat skills of his own, and Sian was unarmed. Thanks to that, Zhao Ling only suffered a single powerful kick that sent him flying two meters backwards.