Taking over the training account, Sui Ning put on his headset and swept his gaze over the member list in the custom room.
For this tryout, Chen Chen had already arranged with the opponents in advance: in every match on the 2nd, PNG would play on the blue side, while NTT would be locked into red.
On PNG’s side, everyone’s smurf IDs were characters from a certain IP owned by East Asia’s strongest legal department. Sui Ning was assigned [Pikachu], while Ji Yunyu was [Charmander].
On a whim, Sui Ning sent Ji Yunyu a private message.
[Pikachu]: ^^.
[Pikachu]: Please take care of me.
When the notification popped up, Ji Yunyu pressed his lips together, not daring to blatantly glance over, and could only type one letter at a time.
[Charmander]: Please take care of me.
Before sending it, he felt the period seemed too cold, so he quickly swapped it for a cute little tilde~.
On the opposite side, all of NTT’s IDs were uniform, starting with Noob and ending with Bot, looking just like five noobs crammed together in an internet caf squad.
As usual, Lin Zhaoxu acted as the diplomat.
[Bulbasaur]: Everyone’s here, you guys ready?
[NoobAdBot]: Start.
[NoobMidBot]: What took so long? Swapped players?
[NoobMidBot]: Don’t tell me my brother ghost is back. I’m scared, yo.
[Bulbasaur]: Scared my ass, stop pretending to be cute, get lost~
Both sides got ready. With a surge of grand, stirring music, a massive countdown appeared at the center of the screen as the game once again entered the tournament draft mode.
The rules were similar to those Sui Ning had played under in the LPL in his past life—War of Glory’s draft phase also used the 3–3, 2–2, ten-ban system. Under the coaches’ guidance, both teams banned the most OP heroes of the current patch with their first three bans.
As per usual, Chen Chen asked the question: “Fenglan, anything you want to say?”
The moment he finished, Sui Ning felt Ji Yunyu sneaking glances at him from the side.
“No, coach.” Not sure why this kid seemed more nervous than he was, Sui Ning looked back at him with a smile in his eyes. “I’ll follow the calls.”
Chen Chen didn’t beat around the bush: “Alright then, this game you’ll take the Soulreaper King. Any objections?”
…Objections? Hell yes! Ji Yunyu’s handsome brows furrowed tightly, his heart filling with anxiety.
It wasn’t that he doubted Sui Ning’s strength, but—damn it, who wouldn’t worry? What the hell was Coach Yue Huo thinking? The guy was literally the national server’s top Aeria, and he doesn’t give him a chance to show off? Instead, he throws him on Soulreaper King?!
That champion’s a late-game scaling mage core who needs ten thousand years of farming before showing up, completely opposite Sui Ning’s roaming assassin style!
And it wasn’t just him. As soon as the words left Chen Chen’s mouth, even the opponents watching couldn’t help giving Sui Ning pitying looks. Everyone knew this was a death sentence pick.
“Mid goes Soulreaper, jungle and support pick for early-mid strength, Wei Ye on top to provide engage.” Chen Chen briefly outlined the BP plan.
The head coach had his own reasoning. In his view, for Sui Ning to crush the ladder with a 4500-point lead and earn the national Aeria title—what level was that? Put simply, he’d mastered the champion completely.
But his record with other champions was much thinner. Without Aeria, could he handle a champion like Soulreaper King—a late-game mage with little lane pressure or early roam potential?
Could he strike the balance between farming and playmaking, and take on the role of true team core?
Uneven “legs” in a pro player are crippling. After all, He Yaohui had been too weak on mage cores, dealing too little damage, which was why PNG always had such a hard time picking for mid.
Sui Ning had expected this. He nodded obediently. “No problem.”
“Good.” Chen Chen put on his headset, eyes locked on Sui Ning. Seeing not a trace of panic on his face, he nodded in satisfaction and began issuing instructions. “We’ll play this one by the spring split’s plan. Prioritize jungle and ADC. Cloud, Mior, talk.”
Called on, Ji Yunyu shoved aside his stray thoughts, took a deep breath, and entered game mode.
“Take White Bird first.” Ji Yunyu’s voice was steady. “Deny them Shadow Hawk—I can pick him later. White Bird holds up fine alone in lane.”
The marksman [White Bird · Saya] and the support [Shadow Hawk · Kong] were the meta’s strongest bot lane duo. Together, they gained bonus empowered effects.
Until a stronger duo was found, no sane pro team would ever let both go through uncontested.
And since PNG was on blue side with first pick, there was no reason to giftwrap the pair for the enemy.
Naturally, Lin Zhaoxu had no objections. PNG locked in White Bird. NTT shot back, snapping up Shadow Hawk and the dominant jungler [Dragon Monk – Shi Wen].
With their jungle-support core secured, NTT already had the makings of early-game skirmish dominance, and the problem was promptly tossed back to Sui Ning.
“What do we take?” Ji Yunyu asked.
On blue side, the first pick usually goes to a tactical core or an OP flex. By the second and third picks, though, the choices become much more delicate—the most strategically flexible phase of the draft.
After both sides locked in their first three picks, the draft entered the second ban phase. This meant that the players who hadn’t picked yet had to shoulder the extra pressure of four more bans. But if they picked first, they risked “exposing tactics” and “getting countered.”
That’s why even the simple yes/no decision of “pick or not pick” was a big test of the team’s and coach’s level.
Chen Chen glanced at Sui Ning. “Their jungle and support are already revealed, let’s match it. Take something that can make plays in the mid-game. Fenglan, no problem with that, right?”
The implication was clear—once again, mid and top would be carrying the BP pressure.
Sui Ning replied evenly, “Mm. I’m not afraid of being countered.”
The satisfaction in Chen Chen’s eyes deepened. He gave a small nod, signaling the team to continue picking.
The ever-excitable Lin Zhaoxu couldn’t hold back a silent whistle, his face twitching in exaggerated expressions while his mouth mouthed inaudible “woooows.”
He loved confident teammates! Of course, he also sincerely hoped this Fenglan guy wouldn’t end up like that dumb yellow-haired idiot before—acting tough until it backfired horribly.
Following the coach’s direction, PNG locked in the jungle [Shadow of Vengeance · Nightmare] and the support [Radiant Goddess · Leia]. NTT hesitated for a moment, then decided to mirror pick and grabbed the marksman [Soul-Piercing Spear · Grier].
When it came to the second ban phase, NTT grew even more uncertain. They couldn’t quite read PNG’s intentions. Normally, at this stage, if the opposing mid hadn’t been revealed, you’d continue targeting the mid pool. But the problem was…
Who the hell even was the opposing mid?
There were dozens of mid champions. Without knowing who the actual player was, how were they supposed to target? What, give themselves thirty ban slots with hacks?
NTT’s top laner groaned. “So… what do we even do?”
“Let mid decide.” The support immediately dumped the responsibility.
All eyes turned.
“Uh…” Feeling four teammates staring him down, the mid experienced the thrill of the whole world spotlighting him for the first time. He scratched his head. “Just ban standard stuff. They’re picking first anyway—leave me the counter pick.”
He paused, then added, “They’re clearly using this scrim for practice, swapping players. No way it’s brother Ghost this time. Just give me something with lane advantage, I’ll stomp.”
“You said it yourself,” the jungler hummed a little tune as he banned two generic mages. “If you’re so confident, I’ll gank mid this game. If you don’t carry, I’ll livestream myself doing a handstand while shitting.”
“…nmsl.”
But NTT’s thinking wasn’t wrong. When they saw Cheng Su on fifth pick lock in [Soulreaper King · Nos] for Sui Ning, the mid’s grin nearly split his face. He immediately counter-picked with [Phantom Trickster · Fran], the same champion he had just performed well on.
He was full of confidence. “A real iron-head. With all the assassins open, they pick Nos right into my face? Watch me take first blood at level three.”
With that, both sides’ drafts were finalized, and Chen Chen took off his headset, no longer interfering.
Blue side PNG vs Red side NTT
Top: Wrath of Thunder vs Verdant Treant
Jungle: Shadow of Vengeance vs Dragon Monk
Mid: Soulreaper King vs Phantom Trickster
Marksman: White Bird vs Soul-Piercing Spear
Support: Radiant Goddess vs Shadow Hawk
“Damn, this mid matchup looks rough.” The blond-haired youth watching from behind couldn’t hold back a muttered exclamation. “So much lane pressure. Their jungle-support duo is stronger early too—might even end up…”
…diving under tower for kills nonstop.
Ji Yunyu shot him a sharp glare, forcing the blond-haired youth to swallow the rest of his words.
Blond-haired youth looked aggrieved. Sure, he hadn’t played great earlier, but his game sense wasn’t wrong. Why did God C glare at him like that?
Ji Yunyu felt aggrieved too. Who the hell said his combat ability was weak?
Still, both their thoughts oddly lined up: what the hell was Coach Yue Huo thinking, drafting this garbage? Picking Soulreaper King here was basically asking to get pummeled and humiliated—a walking tragedy!
“Ahem, so, uh…” Ji Yunyu fixed his gaze firmly on the game loading screen, trying to look deadly serious. “I’ll finish my first buff and then cover mid.”
“No need. They can’t catch me,” Sui Ning declined at first, then suddenly shifted his tone, turning his head slightly. “Why don’t you look at me when you talk?”
“B-because… we’re in a match, can’t just look around.”
“It’s just the loading screen. Doesn’t matter.”
“…I’m focusing early.”
“Oh… I see. I thought maybe you were just scared to look at me. But you’re right.” Sui Ning pulled his gaze back, then added with pointed meaning, “Then I won’t look at you either, so it won’t mess with your performance.”
The boy instantly denied it. “It won’t!”
He whipped his head around—and immediately locked eyes with Sui Ning’s playful peach blossom eyes.
Ji Yunyu’s face burned red again. He quickly looked away, tugged on his earlobe to calm himself, and lowered his presence. “…I don’t care.”
“Mm. I won’t look. Game’s starting, focus up ^^.”
Ji Yunyu: …
…He was going to die from anger.
The other three teammates: Excuse me, do you two remember this is team voice comms? Our poor ears are tainted now.
The spectators: …Our eyes too…
——
Teasing the kid always lifted his mood—it was practically becoming a routine form of entertainment. Sui Ning couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile, tucking away the messy thoughts in his mind.
At game start, he bought the standard Guardian’s Ring + 2 health potions and went straight to mid. His teammates also spread out to their respective lanes just like in solo queue—no one seemed interested in running any “level-one cheese.”
Hm, just like before. Sui Ning thought to himself.
It seemed his guess was right—even in this parallel world, professional players had the same “unspoken agreements” as in his past life.
Back when he played pro, whether in tryouts or training matches, no one ever played out level-one fights.
The same unspoken rule existed in HPL too. A team’s level-one strategy was its most important secret—it could shape the early-to-mid game, even outright decide victory or defeat. Until an official match, no team would ever reveal such secrets to outsiders.
Because of this, if something went wrong in level-one during training matches, a team might just surrender, wasting time and forcing a full re-draft. Eventually, everyone just defaulted to not contesting level-one.
Thinking this, Sui Ning moved Soulreaper King · Nos to lane.
Nos relied on his summoned bone soldiers to fight; his main body had weak auto-attacks. His skills scaled with AP, needing mage items, but his soldiers also needed attack speed gear—making his power spike later than most champions. He needed a lot of gold before he came online.
As Sui Ning walked out from under his outer tower, the enemy mid, midbot, sent a greeting.
[NoobMidBot] (All): Ohayooo, my mysterious big bro.
[Pikachu] (All): Hello ^^.
[Bulbasaur] (All): Ugh, what are you, some anime weeb?
[NoobMidBot] (All): I’m talking to Pikachu, what the hell does it matter to you, garlic turtle? Idiot.
[Bulbasaur] (All): Shut up. If you can type that fast, can your micro keep up with even half that speed?
Everyone greeted each other very “warmly.”
Before the minions arrived, the atmosphere stayed fairly lighthearted. But once the first melee minion wobbled into lane, things shifted.
[NoobMidBot] (All): Lane’s here, time to get serious, big bro.
He’s not your damn bro, shut the—
Ji Yunyu instinctively wanted to snap back. Just as he was about to type out something uncivilized, he caught himself and hurriedly deleted the offending words.
[Charmander] (All): Don’t go calling random people your bro.
[NoobMidBot] (All): …You not swearing somehow scares me more.
[Pikachu] (All): 1
Sui Ning’s reply was clean and to the point—message received, he accepted the enemy’s half-joking challenge.
He typed too slowly to keep up with these “piano players,” so instead, he did something else. As the first wave arrived, he used Nos to body-block minions, slightly delaying their path.
The usual trick: this delayed his own minion wave, ensuring the lane would naturally push back towards him.
“What the hell, that’s scummy!!” midbot instantly noticed the odd minion flow and yelled, “He ambushed me while I was typing!”
“Ah, shut it, kid, don’t distract daddy while I’m playing!” their Korean marksman cursed.
The marksman had just misstepped in trading range and got auto’d for free by Lin Zhaoxu’s White Bird. Seeing his support’s hand twitching, ready to spam question mark pings, the marksman quickly dumped the blame onto midbot.
Midbot pouted. “Tch, your trash talk really does flow like your national pastime.”
Complaining aside, he maneuvered his Fran to pull the lane back under control and dropped the first ward into the bottom river bush.
Ji Yunyu, habitually checking the map, immediately noticed.
From Cheng Su’s start, they knew the enemy jungle had blue buff start. With midbot burning his ward this early, once that vision expired, their red-side jungle would be completely unprotected.
…We could go invade red later. But… Ji Yunyu frowned almost imperceptibly. If they got collapsed on by the enemy mid-jungle duo afterward, could he even get out alive?
At the exact same moment, Sui Ning spoke up: “Cloud, mid used his ward. After you clear one side of your jungle, you can invade red and look for a fight.”
His thought process aligned perfectly with the boy’s—and when he called it out, there wasn’t even a trace of “I’m a rookie, I can’t direct seniors” hesitation in his tone.
The moment he spoke, the analysts behind them immediately started scribbling furiously in their notebooks.
“Oh, then…” The electric jolt of having their minds sync left Ji Yunyu both excited and nervous. “When the time comes, can you watch my position? I’m worried I won’t get out.”
“Mm.” Sui Ning gave a soft acknowledgment, expression steady. “Their Fran won’t be able to move.”
His voice was calm and matter-of-fact.
During the brief window when midbot raised his hand to last-hit, Sui Ning had already landed several autos, forcing out his health potion.
“Yeah, this is kinda bullshit,” midbot muttered, annoyed. “This guy’s poking is so damn irritating.”
Still, he was a pro. A little potion disadvantage wasn’t enough to rattle him. If anything, his movements grew more cautious.
Unfortunately for him, Soulreaper King didn’t rely on skillshots. Sui Ning calmly farmed with his bone soldiers from a distance, and each spear thrust into a minion often clipped midbot at the same time.
You son of a—!! Midbot cursed, seething. He felt like his vocabulary of insults needed to expand tenfold just to fully express how disgusted he felt right now.
When had Nos ever been this disgusting to play against?!
Midbot wasn’t some pushover who couldn’t fight back. But when he glanced at the levels, he could only swallow the anger burning in his chest—he was still three minions away from level 3.
Sui Ning, on the other hand, only needed two.
To catch up on XP, the level-2 Fran burned her W to clear the wave. Fran’s W – Phantom Trick dealt AOE damage at the target location, and let her blink between her cast point and starting position.
In short, a damaging mobility skill.
The Soulreaper King raised his hand. Blue light glowed between his fingers, threads extending down into the two summoned skeleton soldiers.
Their hollow eye sockets lit with the same ghostly fire. With no will of their own, they obeyed their bone king’s command absolutely.
The decisive first strike landed on the minion wave.
“He’s dead.”
The moment the level-up glow appeared, Sui Ning instantly cast Q, pulling both skeletons onto midbot’s face. Empowered by attack speed, their bone spears stabbed out—shaving off a full fifth of Fran’s HP in a blink.
Then came Ignite. His killing intent couldn’t have been clearer.
“Damn,” The blond-haired youth watching on couldn’t hold back. “He’s really thinking of going for a solo kill in lane?”
Seriously? With that Nos? Trying to solo-kill a mage who was stronger in lane to begin with?
Next to him, Aeria King bobbed her head like a pecking chick, whispering agreement: “That’s way too arrogant. He’s not even treating the opponent like a human.”
As expected of the man who suppressed him!
“Heh.” He Yaohui, least impressed of all, sneered coldly. “Of course. A ranked grinder—always wanting to show off. Think climbing the server ladder makes him hot stuff? Really thinks pro play is the same as stomping scrubs?”
He Yaohui was certain—even if Nos got the jump, Fran still had plenty of room to turn it around. That confidence made his mockery merciless.
Midbot, meanwhile, had been startled—but killing intent brought his blood to a boil. “Fuck, you really dare? You’re just a scaling carry with starter gear hitting level 3, and you want to kill me? Got balls, huh?!”
What, he—a proud battle mage—afraid of this peasant?
Midbot had quick instincts. Eating the damage, he pinged one last hit to reach level 3, then instantly unleashed a full combo—QAEA—plus Ignite onto Sui Ning. The Soulreaper King’s HP plummeted by more than half.
…But so what? A level-3 mage-assassin relied on landing his combo. Once his skills were down, what threat was left?
Midbot knew this perfectly well. After unloading, he flashed back the other way to retreat.
Only—it was already too late.
Sui Ning’s lips curved faintly. He cast E – Boneform Shift, snapping himself to his skeletons, dealing damage, gaining a shield, and—most importantly—dragging Nos’s main body into auto-attack range.
Two legendary mages now stood in mid, whacking each other with staves.
The scene should have been laughable, yet no one watching could smile. Every spectator’s heart was clenched tight—their HP bars were dropping so fast that in seconds, both were under 50%.
Judging from their posture, neither side meant to back off. They were going to settle it here and now.
49%. 42%. 37%…
Both waited on cooldowns.
The four candidates at the side held their breath, feeling as if they themselves were the ones fighting on stage.
And then—like thunder cracking in his skull—one critical realization shocked midbot cold, leaving sweat running down his temple: Fran’s W at level 1 had an 18-second cooldown. Nos’s Q at level 1? Only 14 seconds.
Sui Ning had struck right after midbot’s W, with barely a one-second gap. What was he going to do about the remaining three seconds difference?
Midbot’s hand trembled slightly.
He’s not afraid of my burst—he’s calculated that my CDs won’t be back in time! He’s waiting out cooldowns. What the hell am I waiting for?!
The truth hit him like a hammer.
And with that, his composure collapsed.
Fran’s attacks grew hesitant, her movements uncertain. At the 20% HP danger line, she finally turned and ran for her turret.
“…So you finally realized,” Sui Ning murmured with a trace of regret.
Midbot’s logic was simple—he’d already lost Flash, so trading a kill was tough, and the enemy could just walk away. Safer to back off, leave Nos’s auto range, then escape once W came back up.
But hell, just moments ago, who would have thought he would be the one slinking away in disgrace?
Seeing Fran retreat, Sui Ning didn’t bother with feints. Golden light flashed—he used Flash forward, Q’d his skeletons onto her, striking with both summons and main body.
15%. 10%. 5%…
Three seconds of relentless damage. When Fran finally tried to cast W to hop away, in the half-second just before the animation landed, Sui Ning calmly sidestepped Nos out of range.
“Holy shit, he dodged that?!” Midbot shouted in frustration. He knew he shouldn’t be losing his cool like some rookie fresh on stage—but being solo killed by an unknown tryout player? How the hell was he supposed to swallow that?
Fran’s crucial W had whiffed, leaving her with no moves left. She threw one last spell from her staff, hoping to drag Nos down with her—only to see green, shimmering light blossom on his body.
The health potion he’d bought at spawn. If not now, then when?
Fran’s beautiful eyes fixed on Nos, as if asking: So this was all calculated from the very start?
The silent Soulreaper King left her only his retreating back. The skeleton soldiers remained in place, one last time raising their spears high and driving them brutally into Fran’s body.
0%.
[Pikachu (Soulreaper King) has slain NoobMidBot (Phantom Trickster)!]
[First Blood!]
“What the fuck?”
“Huh?”
“What just happened?”
Within NTT Team, their mid laner was once again thrust into the spotlight. The jungler, incredulous, pinged a question mark: “You kidding me? You got solo killed?”
By a Nos, of all things—? That champ can even kill people early?
The jungler was speechless: “I literally just cleared half my jungle, man.”
The mid laner’s face burned with embarrassment: “My bad, misplay.” He had no idea how to explain it—at high level, laning was all about who could maintain perfect form without cracks.
He’d shown a gap. Sui Ning had pounced. That was all.
The problem was, now he was back to base at level 3, broke with only 200 gold from minions. He couldn’t buy a damn thing. Painful.
——
Over on PNG’s side, the reaction wasn’t much different.
Chen Chen, who had been closely watching the match, broke into a smile. His impression of Sui Ning, his satisfaction level, skyrocketed.
The youth’s performance had far exceeded his expectations. If this were some transmigration strategy novel, the system would’ve popped up with: Chen Chen’s favorability has maxed out!
“Holy shit holy shit holy shit?!” Top-laner Wei Ye, holding the line like a true man, looked up at the First Blood announcement and yelped. “That’s insane!”
Bot-laner Lin Zhaoxu grinned wide, as if he’d just found a long-lost relative: “666666, godlike, my good brother!”
“Strong,” Cheng Su said in his usual icy tone. “Stronger than my son.”
“The hell… call me God M, thanks. I’m not your son.”
“He’s my son,” Ji Yunyu drawled lazily, then added in feigned nonchalance, “Pretty damn good.”
“Thanks. Not as good as you,” Sui Ning replied with a smile. “Your counter-jungle was beautiful.”
He’d been tortured by a certain screen-switching demon long enough that he’d trained himself to always watch the map. Naturally, he’d noticed Ji Yunyu invading the enemy red side.
The praised “Xiao Yunduo” giggled foolishly, then tried to act reserved: “It’s nothing. Only thanks to you.”
“Mhm. Of course—after all, I am your mid laner ^^. You can trust me anytime.”
“M-my… holy shit…”
What did he mean by that? Huh? Somebody translate—what the hell did he mean by that?! Ji Yunyu clutched his mouse in a death grip, eyes bulging as he glared at the jungle creeps in front of him, as if he could kill the three little wolves by sheer stare alone.
“Alright, enough, enough—cut the mutual hype.” Lin Zhaoxu cut in boisterously, naturally ordering his mid-jungle around. “Get your asses down here, daddy’s under pressure!”
In truth, bot wasn’t under much threat. But Lin Zhaoxu couldn’t stand seeing the enemy marksman bounce around freely—he wanted to call in reinforcements, 4v2, to let that adbot get a taste of society’s cruelty.
Sui Ning agreed cheerfully. He’d blown both summoners and survived at 30 HP for the kill; naturally he needed to recall. Coming back out was the perfect chance to look for a roam.
Behind him, the blond-haired youth and Aeria King were completely dumbstruck.
Against a pro mid laner, with a counterpick Nos, to still solo kill the Fran who had stomped PNG last game…
The two exchanged yet another glance, reading the same shock and despair in each other’s eyes.
This is possible?? Brother Fenglan, your patch notes a bit ahead of schedule? What year were you manufactured, showboating robot? Those laning and kill mechanics just now were detailed enough to make our heads spin!
Did human evolution forget to notify the two of them?
After sighing long and hard, they suddenly remembered their loudmouthed teammate. They couldn’t help sneaking a glance left—
He Yaohui’s face was stone-blue, lips bitten white, body trembling as if he’d just been slapped twice across the face.
Choked with frustration, he wanted nothing more than to call midbot on the spot and accuse him of throwing on purpose just to humiliate him!
The stares from the two beside him pricked like needles, burned like knives. He Yaohui snapped: “What the hell you looking at? Don’t want to watch the game, get out!”
“N-no, sorry! Our bad!”
The two apologized frantically, not daring to look his way again. But in their hearts, they couldn’t help thinking: judging from his expression, the one who least wants to be here… is you, He Yaohui ^^.
——
On stage, the players were unaware of these little dramas offstage. Junglebot cleared his blue side, then slipped into his red-side jungle where he had zero vision.
“Let me finish red, then I’ll come gank for you,” he told his mid carefully. “Play it safe first.”
Still sulking in fountain, the mid muttered, “Got it, I told you already—it was just a misplay. I’m not getting solo killed again.”
“Hmph. You’d better remember that.” Junglebot gave no assurances.
He controlled Dragon Monk Shi Wen, moving toward the edge of red buff.
Actually, when mid and bot had already died, he should have been more alert to the pitch-black fog of war brimming with hidden dangers.
Even without asking top or support to ward, even if it was completely dark, some professional junglers with an especially sharp sense for paths could still judge danger from the shadows and choose to turn around, swapping camps with the enemy.
But junglebot’s level clearly wasn’t there yet. NTT’s training also didn’t include the habit of warding the jungle at the start. Junglebot had already grown used to that kind of eerily silent stillness.
This fatal weakness was discovered by Ji Yunyu himself when reviewing replays to learn.
To speed up jungle clearing, junglebot unsuspectingly tossed his Q skill toward the three mini Krugs/small raptors, landing squarely on—air??!
Wait, wait—?
The support’s warning came far too late: “Careful, their jungler hasn’t shown top or bot, he might be at your red!”
As the words fell, in a flash of lightning, the claws of the Shadow of Vengeance tore out from the dark brush.
“What the hell?” Junglebot yelped. “Why is Cloud here?”
Shi Wen, who had just thrown his skill at thin air, was firmly entangled by the Shadow of Vengeance, his muscular strength utterly useless. The mid was soaking in hot springs, top and bot were too far away, and with no reinforcements coming in time, junglebot had no choice but to blow Flash and flee in embarrassment.
“Tsk.” Forcing a Flash this early made chasing deeper into the enemy jungle risky. Ji Yunyu didn’t overcommit, just curled his lips in annoyance. “He didn’t die from that?”
“Burning Flash is already good enough, it’s a big profit.” Sui Ning cut his screen over and watched the whole thing. “Next time we’ll get the kill.”
After a pause, the black-haired youth smiled again, praising him: “That was great, you’re really sharp.”
Whether it was this invasion, or his control over the enemy’s vision.
It was clear that this seemingly rebellious young man had a very professional attitude in private—willing to study hard and practice diligently. A complete world apart from that certain Hui.
Ji Yunyu pursed his lips in embarrassment. “…Of course. You can trust me too.”
“Anytime.”
After all, he was also… ahem, ahem, ahem… the jungler.
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