Volume One, Chapter Two: Let’s See How Your Bastion Nation Can Win!

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[The 10th match of the 6th competition day in the 8th Divine Arena is about to begin. All national teams must complete matching within 10 minutes.]

[Attention: This is the final match of the day. Any team failing to participate will forfeit their qualification and will be automatically considered defeated!]

At that moment, a dignified voice, as if piercing the heavens, echoed directly into everyone’s ears.

“Hmm? A secret telepathic broadcast?”

“Is this the power of the Divine Arena?”

Startled by this “world broadcast,” Wang Yaozu felt a shiver of awe—such an experience was something he had never encountered back on Earth.

Yet, while Wang Yaozu felt a sense of novelty, everyone inside the command center grew even more solemn.

For China, it seemed they only had these last ten minutes left to cling to life.

“Don’t worry, Coach Chang. We will definitely win this round!”

Aware that the next match was a do-or-die battle for China and knowing how crucial morale was for a team, Wang Yaozu refused to let the atmosphere sink further. He turned to Head Coach Chang Guangming and declared with conviction.

“Wang Yaozu, are you truly confident?”

Upon hearing this, Chang Guangming’s eyes brightened.

Though the Qilin Team’s current points mainly came from facing weaker opponents, maybe luck would still favor China this time?!

“Wait for our good news!”

Wang Yaozu did not answer directly but smiled confidently.

Just as he was thinking about starting the match, the air around him twisted suddenly. In the next moment, he and his four teammates appeared together on a gigantic arena!

Was he being teleported?

This was the Divine Arena?!

Looking at the grand arena before him and the ethereal mist in the distance, Wang Yaozu was deeply moved.

Suddenly, countless barrage comments appeared on his retina, as if artificially projected.

[Chinese Audience]: Come on, Qilin Team! You are China’s last hope! You must help China turn the tide from the brink!

[Sakura Nation Audience]: Haha, last hope? Didn’t you say the same when the Candlelight Team entered? And yet, you were still eliminated by the Korean team!

[Lighthouse Nation Audience]: We thought we still had a chance to face the Chinese team this Divine Arena, but it seems they won’t even last long enough to meet us!

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[Korean Audience]: Does China still have resources to offer? If not, why not just cede territory? That way, Korea could become the number one power in Asia!

Seeing these comments, Wang Yaozu was furious.

The last match hadn’t even started, yet other countries’ spectators seemed to have already declared their defeat!

Ignoring these irritating remarks, Wang Yaozu turned to his four teammates.

Top lane: Huang Renxing; Jungle: Hao Tianzhen; Marksman: Qiu Qiu; Support: Wu Mao.

He hadn’t realized before, but now seeing them, he was shocked.

All four were almost pale as death, burdened by such immense pressure that they barely breathed.

It was as if losing this match would brand the Qilin Team forever as the eternal traitors of China!

“Well, looks like I can’t rely on these four teammates.”

“So, a solo carry?”

“I like it!”

Faced with their state, Wang Yaozu gave up trying to encourage them.

He knew well that they bore the heavy burden of the nation’s fate.

In such a situation, words were useless; they had to adjust themselves.

[Match successful!]

[China’s Qilin Team VS Korea’s Samsung Team!]

At that moment, the Qilin Team’s match was confirmed.

As the opponent was announced, the barrage exploded again in the livestream.

[Chinese Audience]: What?! Samsung Team?! Is the Divine Arena rigged? Why are we facing Korean teams two matches in a row?!

[Chinese Audience]: It’s over. Our 10th place against Korea’s 2nd place—how can we possibly win?

[Chinese Audience]: Are we really going to cede our territory to other countries? No!

Chinese viewers wailed collectively, while foreign spectators reveled in schadenfreude.

[Korean Audience]: Rigged? Please, Chinese viewers, mind your words. The Divine Arena is absolutely fair! Facing our Samsung Team means you deserve to die!

[Sakura Nation Audience]: Forfeit. If you forfeit now, China can at least save some face. Losing badly will only be embarrassing.

[Indian Audience]: With the largest population but the worst record globally, the Chinese people are hopeless!

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Taunts from foreign viewers flooded in, making Wang Yaozu furious.

“How dare you mock China? I’ll remember every one of you!”

“Now, let’s start with Korea!”

“Samsung Team? They’re my most hated!”

Wang Yaozu cursed loudly, but suddenly he realized his surroundings had changed from the Divine Arena to a fountain.

His heart leapt—this fountain was unmistakably the one from Summoner’s Rift!

“So this National Fate League of Legends is actually a real-person 3D version of League of Legends?!”

Wang Yaozu was stunned. If so... this is too much fun!

[The match is about to begin. Both teams, please start the Ban-Pick phase and finalize your lineup before the countdown ends.]

At that moment, the Divine Arena’s voice rang out again. A colossal hero selection interface appeared in the sky.

“Captain, what lineup should we pick?”

Top lane Huang Renxing’s voice suddenly sounded. Wang Yaozu turned to see his avatar constantly shifting.

One moment he was Gnar the Missing Tooth, the next the Lava Giant Rumble, then the Twisted Treant Maokai.

But no matter which hero Huang Renxing chose, the hero’s face remained Huang Renxing’s.

“This game... is interesting!”

Wang Yaozu’s enthusiasm surged again. While experiencing this “transformation” sensation, he contemplated their lineup.

A solo carry—that was the strategy Wang Yaozu had settled on. He didn’t believe his four teammates could support him in their current mental state.

If so, he had to pick a hero capable of winning the match alone.

“Play my own game, regardless of teammates?”

“Got it!”

“I’ll do a reckless Sion suicide build and see how Korea wins then!”