Chapter 182

The contrast between the two dancing couples was striking. Phoebe and her partner moved with lively grace, each movement elegant and versatile, earning enthusiastic applause. In sharp contrast, Dustin and Irene's performance was stiff and error-ridden; Irene nearly twisted her ankle several times.

"Is there even a comparison? This is pathetic!" Phoebe scoffed, her confidence soaring as victory seemed assured. Irene's frustration mounted with each misstep, her anxiety evident in her increasingly unsteady movements.

"Let me lead," Dustin said calmly but firmly. Before Irene could respond, he took control. He subtly tightened his grip and guided their movements.

Instantly, everything changed. Their dance transformed, smooth and breathtaking, utterly mesmerizing. They moved in perfect harmony, their steps displaying an elegance that transcended mere technique. To the audience, it was more than a dance; it was art. Styles shifted seamlessly, blending with stunning fluidity, creating a spellbinding spectacle.

If Phoebe's dance was elegant, Dustin and Irene's was a celebration of raw vitality and natural beauty, radiating primal grace. Gradually, all eyes turned to them, fixed in awe. Some watched transfixed, others gasped, and a few were lost in thought.

Silence fell. Only the music remained. Phoebe, sensing something was wrong, glanced at the other couple and froze in shock. Moments before a laughingstock, barely able to stand, they now danced with the grace and mastery of seasoned professionals, captivating everyone.

"How is this possible? This is impossible!" Phoebe muttered, struggling to comprehend.

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She had bet on Irene's mediocre skill, confident of finding no competent partner; the bet was meant to humiliate Irene. But who was this man? How could he dance so well? Even Phoebe's champion partner, a three-time college dance competition winner who considered himself unmatched, was completely outshone. This man was extraordinary—beyond even the most skilled professionals.

Phoebe and her partner faltered, their steps slowing to a halt. Their gazes, like everyone else's, were drawn to Dustin and Irene. They couldn't continue; there was no point.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as Dustin lifted Irene high, tossed her effortlessly, and caught her with perfect precision. He spun with fluid control, transitioning into dazzling, high-difficulty maneuvers that left everyone breathless. Phoebe and her partner stood frozen, wide-eyed and speechless.

Was this even humanly possible? Could such skill be achieved through mere training? Dustin's performance bordered on the divine.

Phoebe was speechless. Even with her best partner, they could never match this untouchable level. People were already recording the performance to share online.

Irene felt as if her body was ablaze, her mind in a daze. Her movements felt alien; Dustin was entirely guiding her. As the music ended, he finished their dance with a graceful flourish, setting Irene down in perfect synchronicity.

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Silence, then thunderous applause erupted. Their dance hadn't just impressed; it had utterly captivated.

Irene could hardly believe it. Dustin wasn't just a talented dancer; he was a true artist, a master in every sense.

Who would have known? The powerful Master Fox of the West family possessed such diverse talents!

Nearby, Phoebe's face twisted in disbelief and humiliation. She had lost completely and unequivocally.