Chapter Eighteen: Is This Even Something a Human Could Conceive?

What is he planning to do?

Not only Yifan and Li Zhien, but even their two teammates were completely baffled.

Although the Old Master’s reverse flash to dodge the latter half of Charlotte and Jing’s burst was impressive and unexpected, it didn’t mean he could escape death this time.

Is he sacrificing himself under the tower?

But Jing and Charlotte had already dealt damage to him!

With lingering confusion, the four silently watched as Old Master activated the second skill he had just refreshed by attacking minions, then used his ultimate to dash toward the interior of the enemy turret.

The turret’s attack landed on him with a bang, but astonishingly, Old Master absorbed the first hit with the damage reduction from his second skill!

He finally made it to the healing pack beneath the enemy turret, took a careful step, and consumed it!

Bang!

The turret struck Old Master again. This time, he couldn’t withstand it and died instantly.

“Anger value from Yifan +1400!”

“Anger value from Li Zhien +1600!”

Ha! This was a huge win!

Lin Hao was ecstatic inside.

Meanwhile, viewers in all three livestreams were in an uproar.

In Lin Hao’s stream, everyone was furiously spamming question marks.

“???”

“A reverse flash, ultimate dash, just to steal the healing pack under the enemy turret?”

“Is this even an operation a human could think of?”

“The damage isn’t high, but the insult is severe!”

“Hahaha, I’m dying, this was brilliant! I couldn’t help but send a plane to show respect!”

“Incredible streamer, wow, is this even possible?”

“Yifan and Li Zhien must be absolutely furious!”

Over in Yifan’s stream, he quietly watched all this out of the corner of his eye, then cursed, “Damn!”

It was definitely humiliating!

Though, in theory, they did get Old Master’s kill and successfully caught him.

Even afterwards, Yifan, together with Jing, forced Yixing to use a flash.

It was a major gain!

So why couldn’t he feel happy?

Yifan drove Yixing and Zhang Fei away, pushed the lane forward, and glanced at the empty healing pack slot behind his own turret.

For a sidelane player, that healing pack behind the turret represented dignity.

He’d won the team fight, but lost his pride.

How could he not be angry?

“That Old Master is hilarious. I think his name is Haoran, right? Where does he stream?”

“Upstairs, it’s already been mentioned—he streams on Shark Live. I’m watching both right now.”

“People in Haoran’s stream keep saying Yifan must be spitting blood from rage. I hurried over to check—haha, Yifan’s face is as dark as a coal pot!”

“Yifan, don’t keep your anger bottled up—learn from Yu Jian next door and smash your phone for the audience!”

Yifan ignored the chat. After returning to base, he opened his mic.

“Jing, let’s keep catching him next wave. That Old Master is really cheeky; I bet he’ll push forward again soon.”

“No problem!”

Li Zhien had the same idea. Last round, even he was a bit dazzled by Old Master’s reverse flash, and it left him irritated.

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After respawning, Lin Hao returned to the lane.

He still moved up front for a brawl with Yifan’s Charlotte.

But Yifan played very cautiously this time. No matter how script-like Lin Hao’s movement was, he could only do so much.

After all, among all Honor of Kings players, if Lin Hao was top at mastering movement, Yifan was easily in the top ten, maybe even top three.

Setting aside movement, Lin Hao couldn’t match Yifan in micro details and actually lost a bit in the trade.

Part of it was hero matchup, but even more so, it was Lin Hao’s skill ceiling.

His Old Master hadn’t been granted any national server skill points by the system.

Still, before the system descended, Lin Hao was already a sidelane player and had studied Old Master somewhat.

But his level wasn’t top-tier—aside from movement, in terms of awareness, mechanics, and detail, he was about at peak ten-thousand points.

“In solo fights, Charlotte’s full attention is on me, and both sides’ skill usage is straightforward, so my script-level movement can’t shine.”

“It’s only in multi-player skirmishes, when skills start flying, that my movement can be fully utilized.”

Lin Hao mused silently but outwardly kept a straight face and said, “Old Master vs Charlotte is actually difficult. If he insists on solo laning, I can’t just go up and trade health with him.”

“On the one hand, his attack speed reduction is really annoying; on the other, his second skill gives him sustain, which I lack, so no matter how we exchange, I’m losing.”

After trading half health with Yifan, Lin Hao retreated to the turret and stayed cautious.

No more contesting the lane!

But even under the turret, he didn’t just idle—he kept spamming return-to-base and sending apologies.

“The streamer’s at it again.”

“I don’t think Haozi will be smug for long. The vision from the other lanes hasn’t leaked—I’ve got a bold theory.”

“Let me say it for you—I also think the enemy is probably gathering top to hunt Old Master.”

“I have a question: is the streamer’s recall spam just for show?”

Lin Hao shook his head and started bluffing: “New viewers might not get it, so I’ll explain.”

“Taunting under the turret like this is just like ancient siege warfare—defenders would hurl insults to provoke attackers into rash assaults, allowing for a strong counter and wearing down their forces.”

“If the enemy’s mindset isn’t stable, I might anger them into only thinking about diving me under the turret.”

“That way, they’ll expose themselves!”

But this time, it seemed the enemy really intended to dive.

As the wave arrived, Charlotte immediately pushed forward.

Marco Polo and Yao emerged slowly from the river.

Why was the duo from the farm lane coming top?

Lin Hao sighed.

He hoped next time he’d draw Old Master’s national server skill points!

Awareness just couldn’t keep up—movement alone wasn’t enough.

With just two thousand points of awareness, he completely failed to notice the enemy marksman coming top.

Meanwhile, his own bot lane duo, Zhang Fei and Sun Shangxiang, linked up and, seeing the situation top, immediately pushed their lane, preparing to pressure the bot turret.

Yixing anticipated the top lane ambush; after clearing mid faster than Xishi, he headed top, but he still needed at least five seconds before he could drop an ultimate at the top turret.

As for Lin Hao’s jungle, Lan, he was a strictly orthodox jungler—started blue, ganked bot, and had just finished his second red camp, looking for a play bot.

At that moment, Jing emerged from the blue side, coming through the passage between Lin Hao’s first and second turrets, closing in steadily.

Unbeknownst to Lin Hao, his Old Master was already being silently surrounded and trapped by the enemy.