By the time Master Yi painstakingly leeched off lanes to scrape his way to level eight, the top lane Nasus had already farmed to an outrageous degree.
The streamer team's Riven unleashed a flashy combo on Nasus, but the opponent's health bar didn't even budge.
Instead, Nasus simply cast Wither, instantly turning Riven into a sluggish slime crawling in place.
Eighty!
Eighty!
Two bonks shattered the knight's soul.
Shiba watched as his flashy mechanics looked utterly ridiculous in the face of absolute raw stats. He ultimately fell in frustration, his mental state crumbling a bit.
"How is this dog so damn tanky!"
The situation in the mid lane was exactly the same.
Kassadin riftwalked into their face, silenced them, and followed up with a combo. The enemy mid laner couldn't even cast a single skill before being sent back to the fountain to soak in the hot spring.
A total collapse across all lanes.
The individual skill that the streamer team took so much pride in was as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of Lin Mo's shotcalling and ganks, which felt like he had a map hack.
Every time they tried to find an opportunity to make a flashy play, that damn Lee Sin would pop out of some random corner, dump a full rotation of damage on them, and then walk away smoothly.
Of course, the streamers weren't pushovers either. Relying on their individual mechanics, they could always trade one or two kills, avoiding a complete shutout.
But once they returned to normal laning and farming, they would fall right back into the endless loop of getting ganked.
Resistance? It was completely out of the question.
In the end.
The giant word "Defeat" appeared coldly on the computer screens of the five streamer team members.
The chat in the livestream room exploded.
[No way, did they really get carried to victory by this random Lee Sin?]
[Brother Guzimiao did his best, this Lee Sin is just too absurd.]
[The enemy's playstyle is insane. Vision control, jungle invasions—it's textbook macro!]
Although Guzimiao felt terrible getting beaten up like that, he accepted the loss gracefully, admitting openly on stream: "This Lee Sin is genuinely amazing, nothing more to say."
"We got cocky, bros, we really got cocky."
Old Kuai let out a long sigh, unable to help but shake his head with a bitter smile. "The enemy Lee Sin is too good. This game knowledge, this ability to time things... I seriously suspect it's some pro player on a smurf account."
He paused, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"This guy is definitely a master, and a tactical genius who knows how to play mind games."
Meanwhile, the said tactical genius was taking a sip of iced Guojiao liquor.
While the other side was still reviewing the match, Fang Jun and the rest were already cheering.
"Wow, farming this game felt so good! I ulted that Orianna so hard in the late game!" An Yuexin danced with joy, nearly jumping out of his seat.
"Hey, what are you saying," Fang Jun shot him a side glance. "Thank goodness for Old Mo. Every time we were on the brink of disaster, he came in with the kick."
While the atmosphere here was joyous and harmonious, over on the other side, the mood in Guzimiao's stream was a bit heavy.
Their ten-game win streak was broken.
"This won't do, we have to get serious next game!" Guzimiao stretched lazily, trying to dispel the gloominess among them.
Fortunately, the fans in the chat were quite forgiving, and most of the comments were encouraging.
[Get serious, streamer, stop trolling, it'll be a joke if you throw again.]
[Exactly, show us your true skills!]
Guzimiao cleared his throat and shouted into the microphone, "Alright, bros, warm-up is over! The main event starts now. If we want to get off work early, we have to play seriously. Everyone, get your spirits up!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Play seriously!" His teammates echoed. "Next game, we'll go all out at our peak form!"
They queued up for another game.
This time, the two sides didn't get matched together.
Lin Mo's team won even more effortlessly, crushing their opponents to secure a five-game win streak. Most of the matches were carried by Lin Mo, though occasionally a teammate would suddenly pop off and take over the game.
After all, Lin Mo wasn't permanently locked into the jungle role. They rotated positions to get a feel for things, having a blast.
Until the sixth game.
Match found.
The author's arrangements are always full of drama.
Entering the champion loading screen, Fang Jun just glanced at the enemy players' IDs and suddenly yelled, "Wait a minute, why do these five names look familiar? Aren't these the same five guys we met in our first game? Sure enough, they are also a premade group."
At the same time, in Guzimiao's stream.
"Hey, bros, these five people... why do I feel like I've seen these names somewhere?"
"Holy crap! I recognize this Darius's name! Isn't this the Lee Sin who broke our ten-game win streak?!"
The streamer team, who had just secured a five-game win streak and were riding high on morale, instantly froze their smiles the moment they clearly saw the enemy IDs.
The nightmare brought by that elusive Lee Sin from the previous game, who decided the match with a single kick, seemed to materialize and slowly crawl over through the internet cable.
In the stream, the chat instantly exploded.
[Fate is truly wonderful!]
[Damn, a revenge match? Go streamer team!]
[It's over, it's over, why do I feel like the streamer team is going to suffer again.]
"It's, it's fine!" Guzimiao feigned composure, though his voice sounded a bit weak. "We were just careless last game, didn't have flash! We'll play seriously this time, we can definitely win it back!"
However, they were still too naive.
Because this time, Lin Mo wasn't playing Lee Sin; he had swapped to the top lane.
And then, he picked an even more unreasonable champion.
The one known as the "Top Lane Quality Inspector," Darius.
The game began.
The early game had some back-and-forth.
The streamer team's jungler, the "Xin Zhao" Old Kuai, was happily clearing his top side jungle, humming a little tune.
No one was invading his jungle; he was living the good life.
Everyone was playing very safely, and there was even good news coming from the mid and bot lanes.
Suddenly, without any warning, a stack of bleed effect appeared on his character model.
The next second, a massive figure strode out of the brush, raising an axe and bringing it down.
Five stacks of Hemorrhage were instantly applied to his head.
"Huh?" Old Kuai was startled, not yet having time to react.
Noxian Guillotine!
Old Kuai's screen instantly turned black and white. His full-health Xin Zhao, along with his spear, was cleaved right in half.
"What the hell! When did this Darius get here?! I'm dumbfounded! Why is he here?!"
Old Kuai's death wail echoed through the voice channel.
His camera instinctively panned up to see what had happened in the top lane.
Under their own top lane tower, it was completely empty, save for a solitary corpse slowly fading away.
That was their top laner, Malphite.
"Shiba! If you get solo killed, at least say something!" Old Kuai was so angry he almost smashed his keyboard.
The enemy Darius, after chopping Malphite to death, didn't even recall to base. He just carried his axe straight into the jungle to wait for his prey.
Who could withstand that?
In this version, Darius's Q skill "Decimate" was still instantaneous, giving you absolutely no time to react.
What was even more terrifying was that Darius at this time was a pure kill-stealer; a successful ultimate execution meant an instant cooldown reset.
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