As the Frost Archer fell under Lu Ze's blade, collapsing to the ground, the deadly wave of attacks was completely neutralized.
"Dead… all dead?"
Zhou Yue gaped in disbelief.
The battle just now had been far too intense.
Zhou Yue and his three companions hadn’t even dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of disrupting Lu Ze’s maneuvers.
"All dead," Lu Ze replied with a casual tilt of his head.
"Can’t be helped. They just weren’t strong enough to last until you respawned."
"…"
Zhou Yue was momentarily speechless.
He’d seen people show off before, but never like this.
When Zhou Yue had asked if Lu Ze could hold out until they revived, was this what he meant?
Still, there was no denying it—Lu Ze was absolutely insane. Wave after wave of breathtaking plays had left Zhou Yue’s blood boiling with excitement.
"No words can express my gratitude… If you ever get the chance, Brother Lu, come visit the Lingxiao Sect. I’ll treat you like royalty!"
Freshly respawned, Zhou Yue hastily clasped his hands in salute, his tone utterly sincere.
"No need for that," Lu Ze waved him off before an idea struck him.
"If you really want to thank me, why not roll for that new Divine-tier skin?"
"You like it? Then I’ll gift—"
"No, I mean you should roll for yourself."
"Huh?"
"That Dragonmancer Lee Sin skin suits your aura perfectly. I’d love to see it in action."
"Hahaha, I’ll pull for it right after this match!"
Flattered by Lu Ze’s praise, Zhou Yue’s head swelled with pride—completely forgetting how, not long ago, he’d spent thousands of spirit stones pity-breaking for [Zhuge Kongming] before furiously vowing never to waste another stone on Illusion Realm again.
As the four teammates stepped out of the fountain one after another, Lu Ze updated his gear and grinned.
"Let’s go."
"Time to spawn-camp them."
……
……
"The Lingxiao Sect squad sounds the horn of counterattack!"
"Their Nexus is at 50 HP… but not a single drop more will be shed!"
"Lu Ze charges ahead first… Huh? The [Immortal Slayers] are all running from him!"
"Hahaha! Brother Zhou, holding back three games’ worth of frustration, is finally unleashing it all! Chasing them down!"
"Junior Brother Mu’s Berserker charges fearlessly! Junior Sister Li’s Explorer follows close behind!"
"What!? Junior Sister Zhou’s Bard is diving in too???"
"Without their inside man, the [Immortal Slayers] are collapsing, only knowing how to flee…"
From the commentator’s booth, Zhong Yi abandoned formalities, addressing them all as brothers, his emotions laid bare.
The audience didn’t mind—in fact, they shared the sentiment.
After all, this was a righteous faction’s tournament. Such underhanded tactics were bound to draw scorn.
"The [Immortal Slayers] are retreating fast… Lingxiao Sect can’t catch them."
"Forget it, don’t overcommit! Just push the towers!"
"Three lanes of minions are spawning—let’s see if there’s a chance…"
"Whoa! It’s Lu Ze again!"
"The phantom of Yasuo reappears… Good heavens, is Lu Ze actually Yasuo himself?"
"Let’s see what he’s planning…"
"Stacking his tornado, still stacking…"
"The [Immortal Slayers] see the whirlwind around him and back off behind the Inhibitor turrets—they’re genuinely terrified now, hahaha!"
"Lu Ze is so far away! Extremely far!! Yet he’s still going in!"
"Steel Tempest! Again! What’s he trying to do!?"
……
As enemy minions poured out of their base, Lu Ze began advancing.
First strike—lightning crackled.
Second slash—wind gathered.
The moment the howling gales coiled around him, all four teammates locked their gazes on him.
Because Yasuo’s phantom had merged with him once more!
Everyone knew—Lu Ze was about to style on them.
With a whoosh, his figure shot forward like an arrow, using minions as stepping stones, his movements seamless and mesmerizing.
But to the five members of [Immortal Slayers], it was nothing short of terror.
"What’s he doing…"
"No idea…"
"Hold this wave! My Teleport’s halfway off cooldown—I’ll backdoor their Nexus!"
"He’s coming!!"
"No way!? We’re so far, and under turret—"
Before the words left his mouth—
Lu Ze spun through the minion wave, his blade carving a whirlwind—
Then, a golden flash!
Every breath in the arena froze.
Because—
The wind-wreathed figure had Blinked right into their faces!
The sword’s edge split the air with a crisp shing.
To the [Immortal Slayers], it was the grim reaper’s toll.
A monstrous tornado, glowing crimson with critical damage, launched all five into the sky!
Yet the ghostly swordsman, mid-air, casually dashed through another minion.
Just like a minute ago—
Lu Ze vanished mid-dash!
And from his blade erupted—
Last Breath!
……
……
"What!?"
"Steel Tempest into Last Breath!?"
"Lu Ze has shattered everyone’s understanding—this is how Yasuo’s techniques were meant to be played!!"
"That Last Breath… the damage is even more insane than before!!!"
Zhong Yi’s voice trembled with awe.
This play defied mortal limits!
The stream chat exploded like a tidal wave:
[No wonder he syncs with Yasuo’s spirit—it’s literally Yasuo piloting him!]
[You can use Flash like that???]
[So damn cool! I wanna lock in Yasuo and int right now!]
[Just a dying Windshitter’s copium]
[I decree: Yasuo mains regain parental rights—TODAY ONLY.]
[How’s his tornado up again? What black magic is this??]
"Some skills have brief windows where Flash can reposition the cast… That part’s straightforward."
Zhong Yi, eyes shut, meticulously reconstructed Lu Ze’s actions in his mind.
His sharp intuition caught the nuance—
Before every knock-up, Lu Ze never rushed into Last Breath. He always dashed first…
"I’ve got it!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes snapped open, gleaming.
"Brother Lu exploits Steel Tempest’s property—it strikes the moment a dash ends! He casts Last Breath mid-dash to force a reposition!"
"During Last Breath’s animation, the dash forcibly concludes, and Steel Tempest instantly triggers!"
"Thus, during the supposedly locked Last Breath, he squeezes in an extra Steel Tempest…"
"That’s why his ult hits harder, and why he always lands with another tornado ready!"
The stream chat erupted anew:
[I understood none of that, but holy crap it sounds OP.]
"Truly worthy of Commentator Zhong—the undisputed king of trash talk in the Immortal Server!"
"Double Wind Yasuo? Damn, that was slick!"
"This is just insane!!! Flute-spamming right at the enemy fountain!!!"
"Someone like this deserves to be fountain-camped!"
"Serves them right!"
……
……
With a deceptively simple EQ-Flash into Double Wind combo, Lu Ze decisively ended the match.
For him, this was just routine.
But for players at this level, it was nothing short of a spectacle.
It reminded him of his past life.
Back in the early days of the game, even a simple Lee Sin Insec could leave audiences stunned.
Yet by the mid-to-late stages, even casual Silver players could pull it off without breaking a sweat.
Of course, for someone like Zhong Yi, who could decipher the mechanics after just two encounters…
That, in itself, spoke volumes about his talent.
As the first match concluded smoothly, the Lingxiao Sect team shifted from tense silence to boisterous celebration.
Bai Mu's arrival had clearly been a morale boost.
"Brother Bai, how about… you stick with Yasuo?"
During the pick phase, Zhong Yi gazed at Bai Mu with undisguised admiration.
After that last performance, Bai Mu had become nothing less than a god in the eyes of Yasuo mains everywhere.
But the moment the words left his mouth—
Thud. Yasuo landed squarely on the "Slay Immortals, Attain Dao" team’s ban list.
"……"
The entire team shot Zhong Yi a synchronized glare.
Clearing his throat, Zhong Yi flushed. "Ahem… I’ll shut up now. You pick, you pick…"
"What should I play…"
Lu Ze scanned the dizzying array of hero options, momentarily stumped.
Every champion was within his mastery—each at the absolute peak.
"Maybe…"
"Random?"

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”