The term "Spellblade Master Yi" was something Zhou Yue had never heard before.
From both the character design and skill mechanics, he felt the title "Spellblade" had nothing to do with Master Yi.
When Zhong Yi bought a "Doran's Ring" from the shop at the start of the game, the other three players immediately spammed the chat with questions.
"???"
"Bro, you bought the wrong item!"
"Did you pick the wrong champ?"
"Who the hell builds a ring on Master Yi? Troll!"
"Fck this! Master Yi, go support. I'm taking mid!"
"??? Have you even considered how the ADC feels?"
...
It wasn’t just his teammates—even the viewers in Zhong Yi’s stream were baffled by this move.
As everyone knew, attack items in Immortal Demonic Clash were divided into two categories:
Spellcaster items and physical combat items.
The former boosted Spirit Energy (AP), while the latter increased Attack Damage (AD).
For a swordsman like Master Yi to buy a Spellcaster item was beyond comprehension.
"Don’t panic, everyone. Let me explain," Zhong Yi chuckled, shaking his head as he addressed both Zhou Yue and the stream chat.
"It’s true that Master Yi’s ultimate and third skill only enhance basic attacks… but have any of you noticed? His first and second skills both have an oddly high Spirit Energy scaling—way higher than most mages!"
With that, he pulled up the skill descriptions in the stream.
"Enough talk. Actions speak louder."
By then, the minions had reached the lane.
At first, Zhong Yi’s opponent scoffed at the sight of a Spellblade Master Yi.
But soon, he realized something was very wrong.
This build was absolutely disgusting.
The first skill, Phantom Slash, dealt insane damage, cleared waves instantly, and made Master Yi untargetable during the dash.
Trading blows was impossible!
When the enemy finally managed to whittle Zhong Yi down, he simply retreated under tower and started channeling Meditate—instantly healing back to near-full HP.
The opponent’s mental state shattered instantly.
What kind of laning is this?
This is just pure cheese!
The stream audience was thoroughly convinced.
[I take back what I said earlier. Spellblade Yi is OP (/thumbsup)!]
[Bro, this is straight-up broken!]
[And it requires zero mechanics…]
[A single ability heals half your HP? Who can out-sustain this??]
[Genius cultivator indeed—absolute mad scientist of the rift!]
[But with one less combat skill and a situational ult, won’t he fall off late-game?]
...
"Not at all," Zhong Yi replied mid-Meditate.
"Master Yi’s ultimate resets basic ability cooldowns on takedowns… meaning Phantom Slash can be spammed infinitely!"
He had tested this extensively in private matches.
A full-build Spellblade Yi could deal thousands of damage with a single Phantom Slash.
Once a single enemy dropped low, the fight would snowball into an unstoppable massacre.
And that’s exactly what happened.
Especially in these early days, when players were still figuring out macro and mechanics, teamfights were constant midlane brawls.
In this game, Zhong Yi—despite his "grandma-tier mechanics"—secured his first-ever Pentakill.
After the match, even Zhou Yue, who usually mocked Zhong Yi’s lack of skill, couldn’t help but praise him.
"Damn, Old Zhong, how’d you even come up with this strat?"
"Stay humble. I’ve got plenty more where that came from…" Zhong Yi grinned.
He had studied many champions’ kits.
Master Yi wasn’t the only one designed for physical combat but secretly broken with Spellcaster items.
The "Tower-Terror Trio"—Master Yi, Tryndamere, and Xin Zhao—all had similar hidden builds.
High Spirit Energy meant insane sustain and burst damage.
Though, Tryndamere and Xin Zhao fell slightly short compared to Yi.
Beyond that, he’d even theorized a "suicide Sion" strat, using the undead juggernaut’s passive to brute-force towers with sheer deaths…
...
...
When Lu Ze witnessed Zhong Yi’s innovation, he couldn’t help but marvel at the man’s creativity.
It was a perfect example of "when one door closes, another opens."
In his past life, AP Yi had been an absurdly overpowered pick during League’s early days.
How overpowered?
A complete newbie could lane evenly against a seasoned Gold/Plat player using this strat.
Easy execution, insane margin for error.
The only downside was its mediocrity in high elo—though that was more due to the midlane meta at the time.
When designing Immortal Demonic Clash, Lu Ze had blended heroes from different eras.
Champions like Fiora and Master Yi used their old versions.
Others, like Mordekaiser and Poppy, were based on their reworked kits.
Whichever iteration was more fun for casual players, he kept.
Back then, balance changes catered to pro play.
But Lu Ze didn’t care about that—he just wanted maximum entertainment.
Spellblade Yi quickly took the rift by storm.
Ironically, Zhong Yi, the pioneer, could never lock in Master Yi anymore.
Worse, in normals, he kept getting stomped by his own "disciples" using his strat.
After a brutal losing streak, Zhong Yi vowed to master the counterplay.
Soon, he unleashed the "5-Auto Combo" Mordekaiser mid…
...
Time flew.
Players improved at a frightening pace.
Even with magic sealed away, cultivators found ways to adapt in this combat simulation.
Lu Ze hadn’t been idle either.
He’d rolled out ARAM, URF, Arena, and other fun modes—rotating them regularly to keep casual players hooked (and feeding).
The only missing piece was Teamfight Tactics.
But Lu Ze wasn’t in a hurry.
TFT was practically a separate game—it’d split the playerbase, and the "death efficiency" was too low.
He could always add it later when things stabilized.
The game modes were nearly complete, yet something still felt… off.
"Of course," Lu Ze muttered after some thought.
"If we’ve got a MOBA, we gotta add esports. Otherwise, what a waste…"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
