National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

Coach Wang sat in front of the computer, his fingers resting on the mouse, but he didn't click on anything.

His gaze passed through rows of computers and landed on the young man opposite him.

— Ye Fei, a novice player and a passerby who came to visit.

He was whispering something to the chef, looking relaxed, as if he had no idea what he was about to face.

Coach Wang withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and his thoughts drifted back to the past.

Two years ago, he was a member of the Dragon Country International Professional Reserve Team.

At that time, he was at his peak, full of enthusiasm, and firmly believed that he could make a breakthrough in the role of the faulty robot.

During his years in the reserve team, he became acutely aware of one problem—the Chinese national team's playing style was too rigid and lacked any variation.

From the first generation to the second, several years have passed, and it's been the same few sets of things: either "Electric Ball Flow", "Black Ball Flow", or the so-called "Balanced Ball".

In every international competition, Chinese robot competitors are caught off guard and bewildered by the new systems from Korea and the United States.

Within China, even teaching materials can only use videos of foreign athletes, and then be forcibly interpreted using China's own limited understanding.

He understands this kind of pain all too well, and he's had enough of it.

He once told Da Kun, "I will dedicate myself to developing a new system for fault-fault robots, breaking through the technological barriers that China has maintained for many years!"

He recalled that Da Kun stood up and shook hands with him. After retiring from the military, he was hired by Da Kun at a high salary to become the chief lecturer of faulty robots at Neo Academy.

Over the course of two years, he attended classes on weekdays and used his spare time to study all the possibilities of faulty robots.

He scoured every match video he could find in China, summarized all the mainstream playing styles, and even oversaw the compilation of all the teaching materials for Neo Academy.

He believed that with his skills and experience, he would be able to develop a completely new system within two years.

This mission needed him, and only he could accomplish it. That's what he thought.

But the reality is that, apart from refining and perfecting the universally recognized best playing style of "balanced ball", he has not made any groundbreaking achievements.

As his enthusiasm waned, he began to doubt—perhaps it wasn't his fault, but rather that the role of the faulty robot itself had reached its end.

Or perhaps there is no such thing as a "new system" at all, at least not at present.

If even Wang Jingchuan can't do it, then there are very few people in the Dragon Kingdom who can.

Until just now, he saw Lin Xi's deck.

A series of cards he would never normally consider were now laid out together... something like 'compression,' something like 'overclocking,' something like 'rocket punch,' something like 'core acceleration'...

They are interconnected and work together seamlessly, as if they were a complete system, perfectly integrated.

He was shocked.

Or rather, he was somewhat surprised.

He was very familiar with all the mainstream tactics and systems in the Dragon Kingdom—this particular tactic did not belong to any system at all.

This is a completely new system!

At that very moment, his heart skipped a beat.

He was somewhat excited, but then another emotion welled up inside him.

If the person who invented this strategy was really just a random player who wasn't even a professional, and didn't even play with bots—

So what about the two years of hardship and exploration he went through?

He cannot tolerate it, he cannot accept it!

He has no choice but to fight!

Because in this country, in the professional world—only success or failure can determine everything!

Only he knew that all his rage, impulsiveness, and irrationality were nothing more than a provocation tactic.

Because he knew perfectly well that if he couldn't settle things with him now and prove himself with victory, there would be no point in him continuing as the main lecturer here.

His career in the first half of his life and his two years of hard work will become meaningless.

"Fine, let's fight."

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Ye Fei's voice pulled him back to reality.

Coach Wang sneered, stood up from his seat, and said in a loud voice:

"My word, Wang Jingchuan's, is my bond!"

"If you win, I'll send not just one Lin Xi, but ten Lin Xis!"

"Just go on the computer, and we'll talk about the rest after you beat me!"

Seeing that the momentum was unstoppable, the coaches exchanged glances. Some shook their heads, some sighed, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

To be honest, they also wanted to know who this Ye Fei was: a spectator, not a professional, yet he dared to accept Coach Wang's challenge.

Anyway, it's Coach Wang who wants to play; it's just a matter of letting him win one more game. They know Coach Wang's personality; he won't rest unless he plays a game.

After all, they all knew what kind of person Coach Wang used to be.

The cook was so anxious he was sweating profusely. He grabbed Ye Fei's arm, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a barely audible voice:

"Brother, have you thought this through? This isn't me; he's no ordinary person!"

"This Coach Wang used to be a member of the Dragon Kingdom International reserve team, and a lecturer at the academy that Da Kun hired at great expense!"

"His best performance was with the faulty robot A7, achieving a win rate of around 40%. He has consistently ranked high on the Chinese leaderboard and remains a top-tier professional player!"

He nudged the shoulder again: "Brother, I know you play the spectator game, I admit it, I have nothing to say..."

"But these are professionals who work with malfunctioning robots, so you'd better not try to scam them. You need to know when to back down; it's not too late to stop now!"

"This is their territory after all. We don't need to lose face. Just say a few nice words to them, apologize, and that's enough..."

Ye Fei made a gesture to stop him, signaling him to shut up, his tone calm:

"It's okay, don't worry. I won't lose."

The chef's chin hung in mid-air as he looked at Ye Fei, and he swallowed the rest of his sentence.

The two sat in front of two computers, and the coaches automatically split into two groups, one group surrounding Coach Wang and the other surrounding Ye Fei.

The trainees had been ushered back to the rest area for a short rest, but a few were still peeking around in this direction.

Coach Wang logged into his account with practiced ease, and the familiar ID popped up on the screen: "Fire, the King of Football".

This is his main account; it's the account he used to make a name for himself in the Dragon Kingdom esports arena.

Below the ID is a gold logo—that's an official honor badge from the Dragon Kingdom Esports Association, exclusively for professional players who have made contributions.

When the coaches who were watching saw this ID, they were reminded of the legendary name they had seen in the newspaper years ago.

Someone murmured with a sigh, "Time flies. It's been so long since I've seen this name."

"Back then, Brother Wang used this account to fight his way from the local competition to the top five in the national competition, and it was even reported in the news."

Coach Wang's lips curled up slightly when he heard these words, but he quickly regained his serious expression.

Ye Fei was logging into his account and, without looking up, casually asked, "What level was it again?"

Coach Wang replied, seemingly impatiently, "Advanced Level 7! You create the room, I'll wait for you."

In reality, he was secretly delighted:

"Hmph, have you even fought the seventh level of advanced difficulty yet? You haven't unlocked it yet, have you?" He glanced at Ye Fei sideways, waiting for his reaction, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Okay, I'll adjust it," Ye Fei said.

He slid his mouse across the screen, selected the malfunctioning robot, and adjusted the level of advancement.

Just as he clicked the button, he realized that he had logged into the wrong account; he should have logged into 'Black Evening Ceal'.

Because he has been playing on his alternate account these past few days, he has now habitually logged into it, and the account he is currently displaying is "Night Rain".

The coaches surrounding him watched as he moved the mouse onto the malfunctioning robot.

Then the advanced level was gradually adjusted from "A10" to "A7".

All the coaches were completely stunned.