Chapter Forty-Eight: The Transcendent Prince

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"Damn, what kind of damage is that? That prince on the enemy team can't possibly be at this rank, his jungle clear speed is insane."
After speaking, Varus pressed ESC and voted to surrender.
Twenty minutes passed, and four players had voted to surrender.
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Standing behind Feng Yisheng, Zhou Chuyi was already in utter awe of Feng Yisheng's skills—this was what being a king was all about.
It felt like the five opponents had no way to resist at all!
Feng Yisheng stood up and said to Zhou Chuyi, "I originally wanted to see how you played, but I ended up playing a round myself."
"No worries, watching a top-tier player in action is a huge help for me as well," Zhou Chuyi replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"This is Wanshui, the one who played Tristana just now, you know him." Zhou Chuyi began introducing the four players from the previous game.
Seeing Feng Yisheng nod, Zhou Chuyi continued, "This is Xiao Yu, he played Malphite."
"This is Zhu Ming, he was playing Braum."
"And this is Vlad, I mean Vladimir—just kidding, but his Vladimir really is excellent, he's also the highest ranked among us."
"Just call me Xiao Zhuang," the Vladimir player said, extending a hand in respect.
He was aware of Feng Yisheng's formidable reputation and wanted to get acquainted.
"Xiao Zhuang? The Siberian Wolf?" Feng Yisheng joked.
"Ha! Ha! Sure, that works too," Xiao Zhuang laughed.
Zhou Chuyi asked, "Feng Yisheng, what's your best role? Don't tell me it's jungle, or I guess I won't be signing up for the competition."
"No, my best role is AD. But since you guys are all Platinum, the competition in April will probably be full of Platinums too, right? Don't tell me the other side is all Diamonds?"
"Not quite, but they do have two Diamond Ones, the other three are only at Platinum level."
"How do they compare with you guys?" Feng Yisheng asked.
"We can't compare to Xiao Zhuang, but they're definitely better than us," Zhou Chuyi admitted.
"Hmm, sounds tough," Feng Yisheng frowned. Winning the competition wasn't going to be as easy as he'd thought.

"Come on, you're a King in Ionia. How could Diamond and Platinum matches be tough for you?" Zhou Chuyi was baffled.
"I'd love to win, but with two Diamonds on the other side, no matter which two roles they play, you guys are in for a rough time," Feng Yisheng explained.
"Unless both Diamonds play bot lane, and the rest of you hold out, then I'll carry when I get strong."
"Feng Yisheng, you must be Zhuge Liang reincarnated—the two Diamonds actually are the enemy bot lane."
"Well, that means we've got a fifty percent shot at winning. Enough talk, it's already three o'clock, let's play a few more." Feng Yisheng pulled out his phone to check the time.
True to his word, Wanshui graciously let Feng Yisheng play AD. It was Saturday, so there were plenty of players online; the five didn't wait long, barely two minutes before they queued into a match.
Feng Yisheng banned Zed, the bane of all ADs. It wasn't just about rank—a skilled Zed with Youmuu's, Duskblade, and Black Cleaver would turn any AD into a lamb for slaughter. If Zed wanted to force a trade, the AD would have no way to fight back.
When the lineups were set, Feng Yisheng's team was on purple side:
Malphite, Jarvan, Vladimir, Vayne, and Janna.
The blue side had:
Illaoi, Amumu, Syndra, Draven, and Thresh.
Loading in, Feng Yisheng immediately felt that their lanes would have a tough time.
Apart from the bot duo, their team comp hadn't changed from the previous game.
The enemy champions were all strong in the early game, but the outcome wouldn't be decided by champions alone—it was also about the summoner behind the keyboard.
After the match started, Feng Yisheng on Vayne completely dominated the lane. Thresh couldn't land a single hook on him in the early game.
As for Janna, Feng Yisheng told her to focus solely on protecting him, so Thresh's attempts at hooking were ten out of ten misses.
Eventually Thresh gave up on trying to hook altogether.
But as a result, Draven was being bullied by Feng Yisheng's Vayne the entire time.
This round, Feng Yisheng showcased his King-level AD skills. He had Janna shield him every time her shield was up.
With Janna's shield, Feng Yisheng ignored last-hitting and went straight for Draven.
Poor Draven couldn't win a single trade, and his starting health potions were all gone.
At five minutes, bot lane hadn't seen any real fights, but Draven was already down ten CS to Feng Yisheng.

Meanwhile, Jarvan, who'd observed Feng Yisheng's play earlier, decided to follow his lead this game.
At five minutes, he ganked top but both he and Illaoi were still below level six, so the gank failed.
In mid, though, Vladimir had already solo killed Syndra—a feat that made Feng Yisheng take notice.
Vladimir managed a solo kill before level six against Syndra, a laner notorious for early-game strength—it showed just how well this player understood Vladimir.
Seeing the situation slipping away, Amumu tried to create plays, but at the first dragon fight, Feng Yisheng's team traded three for five in their favor.
From that point on, Feng Yisheng took full control of the game. In less than fifteen minutes, the enemy surrendered, and his Vayne finished with five kills.
The five played another game and won easily again, making Zhou Chuyi ecstatic.
After the third match, Feng Yisheng checked his phone—it was almost five o'clock. He said to Zhou Chuyi, "I'm off, I'm off."
After dinner, Feng Yisheng returned home and began cultivating the Pure Yang Technique.
The night passed uneventfully.
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Sunday.
It had rained lightly the night before, so the morning was refreshingly cool.
Feng Yisheng jogged to Nanshui Park. He hadn't planned to go, but he wanted to test his maximum sprinting speed.
Like yesterday, after one lap, he felt no improvement at all.
After being transformed by the Pure Yang Patriarch, Feng Yisheng not only possessed a golden body and unyielding spirit—every inch of his flesh and bone had been pushed to the limits of human capacity. Yet he was still at the first stage of Qi Refinement, with no sign of a breakthrough.
Deep in thought as he walked, he suddenly heard cries for help ahead.
The voice sounded familiar. Thinking carefully, wasn't this the woman who'd been practicing martial arts yesterday?
Urgent to help, Feng Yisheng rushed over. Sure enough, the old man named Yang Zhenwu from yesterday was lying on the ground.