Sorry, Stuck Again [Esports] Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Everyone exchanged indignant glances, clearly dissatisfied yet hesitant to speak up. Bian Yan glanced around, feeling a bit bored. He had come to KP just to relax and had no intention of teaching these overconfident rookies anything.

Ye Li stood at the back, watching Bian Yan's thin yet stubborn figure with admiration in his eyes. At seventeen, he already had such dominance. Indeed, esports was made for geniuses.

Having achieved his goal, Ye Li was about to smooth things over for Bian Yan. But before he could speak, someone else stood up, unafraid of being challenged.

"I don't believe you can play every hero that well!" The guy wore a big iron chain around his neck and a backward baseball cap, looking defiant. "Do you dare to use your least proficient hero to fight me?"

Bian Yan thought it was over and had already put on his jacket. Hearing this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It seemed these rookies weren't ready to let him go.

Fine, if he had to beat them all into submission, so be it.

"I'm pretty proficient with every hero," Bian Yan said, raising his chin slightly, his expression full of disdain. "You all can take turns fighting me, and you can choose what I play. A grandchild match, dare you?"

Choose whatever you want? Bian Yan was acting so cocky, how could they swallow their pride? If they were going to lose, they might as well lose together!

"Let's do it! Whoever loses is the grandchild!"

"Yeah! Just because you beat Youlong doesn't mean our youth training camp is easy to bully!"

Everyone agreed in unison.

Ignoring their doubts, Bian Yan calmly sat in his seat, waiting for the match to start.

The first match was against the guy with the big iron chain. He chose the hero Magic Arrow for Bian Yan, a hero with low early-game damage and considered obsolete in the current version. He himself picked the Flower God Bow.

Everyone eagerly awaited his chance to redeem himself, but within a minute, the guy with the big iron chain gave up first blood.

"How are you worse than the last guy?" Bian Yan swiftly took the kill, his eyes slightly raised, casually commenting.

"You son of a…" The guy with the big iron chain turned red with anger, wanting to retort but not knowing how.

If Bian Yan had been in the mood to toy with them in the previous matches, now he was giving no quarter. His pace and operations were flawless, ending the first match in just eight minutes.

"Next." Bian Yan didn't even lift his head, calling out leisurely.

The guy with the big iron chain stood up in humiliation and joined the crowd. The remaining people looked at each other, hesitant to move.

"I'll go!" It was a girl named Bei Bei.

There were few female professional players in the competitive scene, so for her to be selected into KP's youth training camp, her skills must be on par with the boys around her.

Bian Yan stood up, watching Bei Bei sit down before taking his seat.

She chose the hero Arrow for Bian Yan. This was one of the earliest heroes in Sacred Domain, with decent damage but primitive skill mechanics. She picked Silver Moon for herself.

Entering the game, Bian Yan noticed Bei Bei's playstyle had a unique feminine delicacy, preferring to survive even at the cost of not farming.

But against Bian Yan, no amount of delicacy would help. If he tower-dived, she wouldn't survive.

However, Bian Yan abandoned the brute force approach, instead aggressively farming all resources, amassing a terrifying economic lead, and ending the match in six minutes.

Neither player got a single kill, leaving Bei Bei feeling frustrated and defeated, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

Bian Yan didn't call out again, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table, waiting for the next lucky contestant.

The third person was a short guy, sitting in a corner Bian Yan hadn't noticed before. After much deliberation, he chose the hero Light for Bian Yan.

Seeing the familiar avatar of Light light up, Bian Yan couldn't help but smile. It was time for others to experience Pei Yun Chang's style.

"Start," Bian Yan urged.

"Wait," the short guy stopped Bian Yan. "I have a request. You must build magic items while playing."

Bian Yan: ?

A gift delivered to his doorstep?

"As you wish," Bian Yan's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Once in the game, the short guy realized what a mistake he'd made. Light was originally a long-range marksman, but with magic items, he could play like a mage.

Within two minutes of laning, he hadn't even touched Bian Yan's clothes and had been solo-killed twice.

"Why is Light's damage so high?"

"He's so accurate…"

The murmurs from the other side were ignored by Bian Yan, who swiftly destroyed their crystal.

"Is there anyone real here?" Bian Yan's mocking voice rang out.

His aggression was too much, prompting another person to step up.

"Choose Spirit Feather, the hero with the thinnest health bar!"

Bian Yan, with a sliver of health, quickly melted the opponent in five minutes.

"Choose Eagle Eye, the slowest to develop across all lanes."

Bian Yan pulled a four-thousand economic lead in seven minutes.

"Choose Shadow Wind, a sewer hero. I don't believe he can still win!?"

Bian Yan snorted coldly, not only winning but also using the sewer hero to block and kill the opponent's three-body team.

"Choose Fire Gun!"

Won.

"Choose Moon Blade!"

Won.

"Choose Arc Light Hero!"

Won again.

…

In less than an hour, Bian Yan had cycled through almost all the weak marksmen, not losing a single match and even curing several people's internet addiction.

Bian Yan was winning so much he felt numb, his eyes sore from staring at the computer screen for so long.

He tilted his head, rubbing his eyes, "Next."

Silence fell around him.

The remaining few had no desire to step up.

Bian Yan found it amusing, slowly opening his eyes and calmly asking, "Am I qualified to be your coach?"

Everyone was truly convinced.

Ignoring their main heroes, ignoring the pressure from everyone, and ignoring the hero counter chain, he was just purely strong!

Every marksman in his hands seemed to come with godly equipment, with high damage and precise skills, leaving the opponents powerless.

"Bian Yan… no, Coach Bian, you're really amazing!" Bei Bei was the first to speak, nodding so vigorously her ponytail swung wildly. "Teach me, please!"

Once one person admitted defeat, the others quickly followed, showering him with praise.

"Coach Bian, when did you start getting so good?"

"When I was seventeen, I was still submitting applications to youth training camps everywhere."

"You're incredible, Coach. What's your ladder ranking? It must be really high!"

At the door, a group of people suddenly arrived.

Bei Bei noticed them, her eyes lighting up with surprise. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Wang Ge.

He playfully winked, a mischievous smile on his lips, gesturing for her to stay quiet.

Bei Bei had joined KP's youth training camp because of Wang Ge, so seeing him like this, she naturally obeyed.

Inside, the compliments continued, with no one noticing Youlong standing in the corner, frowning.

"Bian Yan," Youlong stepped forward, calling out.

Bian Yan crossed his arms, leisurely waiting for him to continue.

Youlong's Adam's apple bobbed as he considered his words.

He was the best player in the youth training camp and the oldest, yet now he had been schooled by a kid in front of all the trainees. Naturally, Youlong couldn't swallow this.

"Do you dare to fight me again? If you win, I'll admit defeat!" Youlong boldly declared, staking everything on this battle.

The first two matches had been too harsh, humiliating him in front of so many people. Bian Yan felt that if he didn't agree, Youlong might end up hating him.

"Alright," Bian Yan returned to his seat.

Youlong clenched his fists, seemingly making a big decision, "I want you to choose Feather Dreamer."

Bian Yan: ?

Everyone: ?

Feather Dreamer wasn't a marksman; it was a mage!

Bei Bei couldn't help but speak up for Bian Yan, "Brother Long, I have to criticize you. Aren't we doing a marksman duel?"

"Yeah, Youlong, isn't this bullying?"

"If you're bad, just practice more. Brother Yan is just really good!"

In the esports scene, skill usually spoke for itself. Even if someone was younger, they had to be called 'brother.' The crowd that had been shouting for Bian Yan to get lost now completely switched sides.

"No problem, let's do it."

Seeing Youlong's pent-up frustration, Bian Yan couldn't help but agree with a smile.

If he could beat Youlong with a mage, it would truly convince him.

The game began, and Bian Yan mimicked Wang Ge's previous Feather Dreamer play, adding his own understanding, making it look quite impressive.

Youlong, on the other hand, brought out his Hunter again.

Two minutes in, the first skirmish occurred.

Youlong's damage was indeed high, but Bian Yan's fundamentals were just too solid. Although not as dominant as when playing marksman, he still managed to solo-kill the opponent without much trouble.

Since focusing on the marksman role, Bian Yan had dedicated himself entirely to it, rarely playing other positions. The last time he seriously played a mage was when he was fifteen.

So this is what it feels like to one-shot people with a high-economy mage.

Bian Yan raised an intrigued eyebrow.

Lost in thought, he suddenly realized the opponent's crystal had exploded, snapping him back to reality.

It turned out Youlong had surrendered.

"I can't beat you," Youlong admitted readily, looking relieved. "You're amazing, I concede."

Seeing Youlong give in, the others praised Bian Yan even more, chattering noisily.

"Hahaha, well done, Bian Yan!"

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice rang out, "When did you get so good at playing mages? Don't steal my job~"

Bian Yan turned to see Wang Ge smiling brightly.

Behind him was the entire KP first team.

Having been here for quite a while, Bian Yan finally encountered someone familiar, instantly lifting his spirits. He stepped forward and hugged Wang Ge.

Seeing their captain's attitude towards Bian Yan, the youth trainees realized how foolish they had been to demand Bian Yan leave.

After all, Wang Ge was known for being picky about friends. Several starting players from small teams had tried to get close to him, only to be sarcastically rebuffed.

For Wang Ge to personally bring the entire first team to see Bian Yan, he must be something special.

"I told you you'd come!" Wang Ge's tone was upbeat, his smile genuine. "How's it going? Are you getting used to it?"

Since Ling Qi's hand injury, it had been a long time since anyone had seen Wang Ge smile so happily.

"I'm here to make a living under Captain Wang, but the threshold is a bit high," Bian Yan replied smoothly.

Wang Ge, being sharp, easily picked up on the subtext in Bian Yan's words and understood Ye Li's intentions, quickly smoothing things over.

"If the threshold wasn't high, how could it accommodate a big shot like you? Recruiting the kids went smoothly, huh?" Wang Ge laughed, subtly glancing at Ye Li.

Ye Li stood at the front, unfazed, still wearing that calm and composed expression.

"Captain Wang, who exactly is Brother Yan?" Bei Bei excitedly interjected.

Wang Ge was a bit taken aback by the question, "Who is he? He's just Bian Yan."

"No, we mean which team did Brother Yan come from? He's so amazing!" Bei Bei's eyes were full of curiosity.

The people behind her nodded eagerly, impatient to know the answer.

Wang Ge quickly understood the situation, pointing at Bian Yan and laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.

"Wow, Bian Yan, you're really keeping your achievements under wraps."

Bian Yan also laughed, arrogantly turning around, sitting back in his chair, crossing his legs, and saying nothing, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.

Wang Ge kindly decided to clear up the mystery for the kids.

"Curse Star, seventeen, hasn't played in the professional arena…" Wang Ge counted off Bian Yan's traits on his fingers.

The crowd's expressions shifted from curiosity to confusion to shock…

"Could it be…"

"Could it be!"

Wang Ge slowly dropped the final bombshell.

"Didn't he tell you he also goes by the name Nova?"