To ensure he'd get the skin in one go, Zhong Yi called upon Zhou Yue and the others.
After all, the difficulty of bot matches wasn't exactly low these days, and without coordination, it was easy to mess up.
"Seriously, Old Zhong? You're almost level 30 and still obsessed with bot matches…"
Zhou Yue muttered under his breath, tempted to ditch them for a solo ranked game.
"No way, big bro, you have to come! I want Teemo's 'Big Bad Boss' skin!"
Zhou Qiaoling yanked Zhou Yue back.
She was the team's biggest Teemo enthusiast, often pulling out the little devil as a support and driving Zhou Yue to the brink of rage.
"Junior Sister Li is playing too?"
Zhong Yi glanced in surprise at Li Moran, who stood quietly at the back of the group.
In his memory, Li Moran was all about competitive play—he’d assumed she’d go for solo queue instead.
To his surprise, she gave a slight nod.
"Huh… Senior Sister Li seems to like fluffy things, doesn’t she? Last time, I saw her buy Teemo's 'Bunny Teemo' skin…"
Zhou Qiaoling whispered.
The five of them locked in their champions and entered the game.
Since they were up against bots, no one took it too seriously, treating it as a chance to practice new picks.
"Whoa, Old Zhong, you're playing Lee Sin? You sure you can handle him?"
The moment the game started, Zhou Yue burst out laughing at the sight of Zhong Yi’s blindfolded champion.
"You don’t get it. I’ve been researching this insane combo… Never mind, I’ll tell you when I perfect it."
Zhong Yi replied mysteriously, lowering his voice.
Just then, the Immortal-Demon Canyon was suddenly engulfed in a storm of dark energy!
A blood-red wind howled from all directions!
Crimson system text flashed before their eyes:
[The Demon Sovereign Invades!]
[Your opponents have been possessed by the Demon Ancestor, turning them bloodthirsty and terrifying!]
[Defeat them and save the Immortal-Demon Canyon!]
"Whoa, since when do bot matches have this kind of event?"
Zhong Yi surveyed the demonic energy surging around them, completely unfazed—if anything, he was pumped.
"Let’s go! The righteous path of this realm falls to us to defend!"
"Cut the crap. You’ll be the first one to die…"
Zhou Yue couldn’t resist taunting.
Zhong Yi immediately fired back.
"Pfft, don’t underestimate me! How could mere bots stand a chance now? Old Zhou, let’s settle this—whoever gets more kills wins!"
"Fine, you’re on!"
After buying their starting items, the team split into their lanes.
"Senior Brother, you’re not jungling today?"
Mu Yawen asked curiously as Zhong Yi stuck close to him.
"Against bots? No need for jungling! Come on, Junior Brother Mu, follow me… I’ll show you how to bully them!"
Zhong Yi grinned confidently, leading Mu Yawen straight into the enemy jungle.
Soon, they crouched in the brush between the first and second turrets, lying in wait.
"Senior Brother… you think we might actually lose to bots?"
Mu Yawen scratched his head.
"No way!"
Zhong Yi shot him a glare.
"We’ve got the server’s top-ranked all-rounder, the Lingxiao Sect’s strongest physical fighter, a marksman with decent skills (and terrible luck), and the most brilliant, resourceful, and legendary strategist the forums have ever seen… With a lineup this stacked, how could we possibly lose to bots?"
Zhou Yue’s eye twitched. "You could’ve left out that last part… Also, my introduction could use some variety…"
"Shh! Quiet! The bots are coming!"
Zhong Yi cut him off, eyes locked on the slow-moving enemy champions.
The moment Cho’Gath and Amumu came into view, Zhong Yi felt a flicker of unease.
But Mu Yawen had already charged out, so Zhong Yi followed without another thought.
Only after landing their first skills did they realize something was off—
Their health bars were absurdly thick!
Nearly 2000 HP at the start, their attacks barely scratching the surface…
"Senior Brother… this doesn’t seem right…"
Mu Yawen gulped, already backing up.
"Eh, just overtuned stats. No big deal—bots are dumb anyway. Let’s retreat for now!"
Zhong Yi stayed calm, signaling the retreat.
But Cho’Gath’s gaze locked onto Zhong Yi, while Amumu’s bloodshot eyes turned to Mu Yawen.
"Dodge this, dodge that~"
Zhong Yi muttered, sidestepping—or at least trying to.
His "dodging" mostly involved walking farther away, just outside the bots’ skill range.
But fate had other plans.
Cho’Gath’s spikes suddenly erupted in five outward directions, launching Zhong Yi into the air.
"???"
Zhong Yi was stunned.
Mid-air, he saw something even more unbelievable—
Mu Yawen had clearly dodged Amumu’s bandage, yet it curved mid-flight and snagged him anyway.
"Holy crap?! Six-direction spikes?!"
"What kind of nonsense is this—bandages don’t bend!!"
Meanwhile, the Zhou siblings bot lane had their own horror story.
"Whoa! Lux’s binding skill ricochets in all directions?!"
"Are you kidding me?! This Ezreal just fired eight mystic shots at once!!"
……
In just five minutes, this elite squad was utterly demolished.
Even Li Moran, who’d never met a match she couldn’t handle, found herself completely outclassed by the bot Annie in a 1v1.
Total defeat.
A complete and humiliating rout.
These bots weren’t just stat-checking—they were rewriting the rules.
Normal skills fired in one direction? Try eight.
Lux’s ultimate? A 360-degree death laser.
And that wasn’t all—these bots had hybrid abilities.
Random wind walls, Hecarim’s fear aura, leaving trails of fire while moving, some even reviving as egg-shaped Anivias after death…
"We’ve lasted this long… maybe we can tough it out?"
Zhong Yi glanced at the 1-19 scoreboard, still trying to rally.
Their sole kill came from a desperate all-in, with Li Moran burning every cooldown to secure it.
Silence fell as they stared at the towering, turret-sized Tibbers looming ahead.
Then, while sneaking around the jungle, Zhong Yi stepped on a hidden Teemo shroom and dropped dead.
The moment the score hit 1-20…
The five bots converged, summoning a colossal, demonic Teemo.
Its eyes snapped open—crimson and malevolent.
"Keh keh keh…"
The demonic Teemo cackled, hefting its trident as it began a merciless hunt…
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