"We tricked Brother Shen into a one-on-one duel, but then five of us showed up... Isn't that a bit too shameless?"
Zhou Yue frowned.
"Come on, old man, you were the most eager to steal kills when we were ambushing the bots in the bushes earlier," Zhou Qiaoling immediately retorted.
At some point, the methods of these so-called righteous cultivators in the illusion realm had started to veer in a strange direction.
If we trace it back, it probably began with Lu Ze's unconventional tactics in Immortal Realm Domination...
In any case, the righteous cultivators' resistance to these less-than-righteous strategies had weakened considerably.
Under Zhong Yi's lead, the group headed toward the top lane.
Along the way, Zhong Yi noticed Li Moran continuously swinging her blade, as if testing something.
Each time the blade sliced through the air, she would abruptly change her stance, shifting her footing.
"Sister Li, what are you doing?" Zhou Qiaoling blinked and asked curiously.
"Testing... the rules of this illusion," Li Moran replied thoughtfully, gazing at the dark green broken blade in her hand.
After three rounds of bot matches, she had noticed something interesting.
In this illusion, attacks seemed to follow unique rules.
For example, attacking while moving dealt negligible damage. Only by stopping movement and striking in that instant could the full damage of an attack be unleashed.
Thus, Li Moran kept testing the sequence: move, stop, attack, move... repeating it over and over.
"Oh? This should be called... canceling the attack's backswing?" Zhong Yi's eyes lit up. As a veteran of Immortal Realm Domination, he immediately recognized the trick.
This technique was also known as "orb-walking"—using movement to cancel attack animations and improve fluidity.
After Zhong Yi's explanation, Zhou Yue laughed. "Old Zhong, you talk a big game, but when it comes to execution, you’re a total noob."
"Ha! I don’t like the sound of that... I was just getting used to the controls earlier. Just wait—I’ll show you my skills when we fight Shen Yan!" Zhong Yi protested indignantly.
"You all go ambush the river first. Let me duel Brother Shen alone... Once he’s no match for me, you can cut off his retreat!"
Following Zhong Yi’s plan, the other four circled toward the river.
Zhong Yi strode forward alone, where Shen Yan stood waiting, gripping a golden divine hammer.
"Old Zhou, watch closely—I’m about to put on a show!"
Zhong Yi cleared his throat, and the others turned their attention to him.
"Let me teach you a new lesson!"
"Attack backswing isn’t just canceled by movement..."
"Skills can do it too!"
Hearing this, Li Moran raised an eyebrow, as if struck by inspiration.
"Watch!"
Zhong Yi advanced. Shen Yan swung his small hammer, smacking Zhong Yi square on the forehead, but Zhong Yi remained unfazed.
With a swift motion, he drew a rusted sword from his waist. Just as the blade was about to descend,
Zhong Yi activated [Steel Tempest].
The slashing motion was instantly interrupted, replaced by a thrust infused with wind-based spiritual energy.
Zhong Yi yelped, "Holy crap! I missed!"
Li Moran: "..."
Mu Yawen: "Strange... Why didn’t the enemy lose a single drop of health after that combo?"
Zhou Yue: "Classic Zhong Yi—using a skill to cancel a basic attack, then whiffing the skill entirely."
Zhou Qiaoling: "Somehow, I’m not surprised at all..."
Shen Yan froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
He slammed his divine hammer into the ground.
A surge of golden spiritual energy instantly chunked Zhong Yi’s health bar.
"Damn it! Why are you all just standing there? Get out here and beat him up!!" Zhong Yi shouted.
Only then did the four snap out of their daze and rush out from the river.
Shen Yan panicked, shouting into open comms: "You bastards! Since when does the Lingxiao Sect fight so dishonorably?!"
With that, he dove into the nearby bushes, vanishing instantly.
"Hahaha! Brother Shen, just accept your fate~~" Zhong Yi laughed and chased after him.
The moment he entered the bushes,
Five burly men stood ready, waiting for him.
"???"
Zhong Yi froze.
"Wait—"
Before he could finish,
Three of the men summoned spectral avatars behind them, roaring in unison:
"DEMACIA!!!!"
"Hey, hey...!! You—you guys from the Tianxuan Sect are too—OW! NOT THE FACE!!!"
......
......
Score: 0-3.
The Lingxiao Sect was at a severe disadvantage.
The team’s mood grew heavy.
Top lane.
"Junior Brother Mu, don’t be upset. When playing in the illusion realm, you gotta smile! No frowning!" Zhong Yi patted Mu Yawen’s shoulder reassuringly.
"I’m not like you. I don’t have that [Blade Dash] skill..." Mu Yawen sighed gloomily.
He had initially thought [Molten Colossus] would be overpowered, but it turned out to be far from tanky.
Plus, its spiritual energy consumption was insane—he ran out of mana after tossing two discs.
Zhong Yi felt the team’s morale was too low and decided to step up.
"Ho! No worries! Watch your senior brother turn this around!"
After three rounds of practice, he was finally getting used to the feel of [The Unforgiven].
Seeing the minion wave approach, Zhong Yi couldn’t resist the urge.
"Blade Dash!"
Just as his body lunged toward the minions,
Shen Yan, his lane opponent, suddenly shimmered with a golden barrier.
BAM!
Zhong Yi crashed into an invisible wall mid-dash, his momentum abruptly halted as he tumbled dizzily.
Then, the man behind Shen Yan raised a glowing greatsword and charged forward, bellowing "DEMACIA!"
Zhong Yi fled in disarray, thoroughly humiliated.
Pfft.
The sight made Mu Yawen, who had been sulking, burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Senior Brother, why aren’t you laughing? Isn’t this hilarious?"
......
Things weren’t any better on the bottom lane.
The enemy [Arrow of Judgment], with two kills under his belt, had two extra longswords compared to Zhou Yue.
With a [Prince of Demacia] lurking in the bushes, Zhou Yue didn’t dare step forward.
And then there was his teammate—
Zhou Qiaoling stood in the backline bushes, eyes gleaming at a half-health siege minion.
His skill allowed him to devour minions or jungle monsters to restore his own health.
"Bro, I’m hungry... I mean, I’m low on health! Can I take a bite of this minion to heal?"
"You—"
Zhou Yue’s breathing hitched.
He furiously drew his bowstring, as if trying to grind sparks out of it.
Basic attacks, [Hail of Arrows]—
He unleashed everything!
But the [Frost Archer]’s damage was pitifully low.
Zhou Qiaoling dashed out of the bushes and swallowed the siege minion whole.
"You ate both siege minions! How am I supposed to 1v3 down here?!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
