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

Ye Fei turned around awkwardly, then immediately closed the page.

"Sorry, I logged into the wrong account..."

Just as he was about to quit, a coach came over and snatched his mouse:

"Wait! Don't move!"

It was Coach Shen. His voice was distorted, and his eyes were fixed on the numbers on the screen.

"How many levels have you just advanced?"

The other coaches also crowded around, thinking they had seen wrong, and leaned in to confirm again.

Ye Fei's mouse was snatched away, and before he could grab it back, a coach had already opened his match history page.

The moment the page loaded, the entire training room froze for a few seconds, as if a pause button had been pressed.

They watched as the mouse scrolled down one by one:

"Iron Warrior", Advanced Level 10, 86% win rate.

"Silent Hunter", Advanced Level 10, 95% win rate.

"Crown Prince", advanced level 10, win rate 81%.

'Necromancer', Advanced Level 10, 83% win rate.

"Faulty Robot", Advanced Level 10, 89% win rate.

"The Observer", Level 10, 97% win rate.

Status: Not disclosed

……

—All of them are Advanced Level 10!

Coach Shen's hands began to tremble. He continued scrolling down and clicked on the character's detailed battle record:

The observers have won every game from A0 to A10, without losing a single match.

The Hunter also won all his matches from A0 to A10.

"This...this is impossible..." Coach Shen murmured involuntarily.

Another coach snatched the mouse, flipped through it twice more, and after confirming it was real, his eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

His voice changed, trembling slightly: "This record... if it's true..."

"Then he's on par with 'Traceless'!"

"Shoulder to shoulder without a trace?" Someone realized the problem and immediately retorted:

"Look at him, he's A10 on all characters, and his win rate is over 80% on all of them. Even Wuhen can't do that, right?"

"All characters...A10? Never lost a single game?"

The other coaches were still scrambling for the mouse, checking the content on the screen back and forth.

Hearing the noise, the chef came over and looked at the screen. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

The observer, A10, with a 97% win rate—before this, he had always thought that Ye Fei could at most reach A7, just like him.

"Not the eldest brother? You're really good! Where did you get this record from? I didn't know about it!"

"Big brother, big brother, please tell me honestly, you really didn't use any cheats, right?"

The discussion grew louder and more chaotic.

Coach Wang, sitting opposite, initially didn't pay much attention. He assumed something was wrong with Ye Fei and deliberately called out impatiently:

"How's it going? Is the room finished?"

No one answered him.

He looked over there and saw that everyone was talking about something, and no one was paying attention to him, so he asked loudly again:

"What happened? Can we still fight?"

Only then did a coach finally look up and call out to him, his voice trembling:

"Coach Wang... come here for a moment."

"What's wrong? Why did you insist I come over? Is it because you haven't advanced to level seven yet?" Coach Wang asked casually.

"No, he's advanced to level 10 in all of them." He said this in an unusually low voice, as if he were conveying some kind of secret.

"How many?"

He frowned, stood up, and walked towards Ye Fei, with the coaches who were watching automatically making way for him.

Coach Wang grabbed the seat, picked up the mouse, and stared at the screen.

Upon seeing the content on the screen, his pupils contracted sharply, and he froze in his seat.

He froze, exploring the infinite possibilities of game novels, all within p>

Two years. Two years of research and development, half a lifetime of pride, all crushed to pieces at this moment, appearing utterly ridiculous.

"Brother Wang?" Coach Shen waved his hand in front of him.

"Brother Wang? Why aren't you saying anything? Have you made up your mind?"

"Brother Wang, are you alright? Do you still want to compete?"

"Hey, Brother Wang, how about..." another coach tentatively suggested.

"How about we step aside for a bit? Let this... Mr. Ye play a round of A10 and show it to us?"

Coach Wang's body was stiff. He slowly stood up and stepped aside, his expression still blank.

His eyes were vacant, as if his soul had been ripped out.

"Alright, Mr. Ye, let's show him," a coach said.

"Yes, don't blame us for forcing you..."

"Your record is better than ten Wuhen's combined. No one would believe it, right?" another coach said.

How do we know if you're cheating?

"Mr. Ye, since you already promised Brother Wang you'd play a game, why not show us what you're doing? It's the same thing, isn't it?"

Ye Fei was asked to return to his seat, and Coach Shen turned on the large screen projection, immediately projecting the image from Ye Fei's computer onto the large screen.

Ye Fei sighed. Now that he was on someone else's turf and had wrecked their business, he had no other choice.

He returned to the single-player mode page, opened a malfunctioning robot, and upgraded to A10.

The moment the screen lit up, everyone fell silent. Coach Wang found a seat and sat down, but he was still in shock.

Games start.

The entire training room instantly transformed into Ye Fei's personal stage.

From the coaches in the audience to the trainees in the training room, everyone's attention was focused on the large screen on the wall.

Later on, he used the question mark to draw cards, the campfire to knock cards, and the shop to delete cards. After reaching the end of the first level, his deck had begun to take shape.

Ye Fei's screen displayed many operations that they did not understand.

Discussions erupted below.

"What is he doing, deleting cards?"

"Yeah, there are already few cards at the start, what are we going to play if we remove them?"

"Look at his health bar, it's only half left, and he's still playing cards?"

"There's another campfire behind... why aren't you asleep yet?"

"We're about to fight the boss!"

Ye Fei seemed not to hear, and directly entered the boss—'Soul Fish'—with thirty-six drops of blood.

Then, they watched helplessly as Ye Fei, after attacking four or five times, defeated the boss with only two drops of health remaining.

Several coaches thought they were going to fail at this stage and were almost falling asleep while watching.

As soon as the screen flashed showing the completion of the level, they almost simultaneously jumped up from their chairs:

"This is allowed?!"

On the first floor, I played four cards, left two bottles of medicine, and then entered the second floor.

At this moment, Da Kun led Coach Lu back to the training room and found that the match had ended, with a group of coaches sitting around a computer desk.

The trainees, however, crowded together in the observation room, staring at the large screen on the wall, seemingly watching a battle.

Coach Lu took a few more steps forward and found someone sitting at the front, operating a computer.

The image on his computer was perfectly synchronized with the one on the projector.

"What's going on? Is the competition over?" Da Kun walked up and asked as he went.

Several coaches turned around and saw that it was the boss and Coach Lu returning. One of the coaches stepped forward to explain:

"Boss, who exactly is this guy named 'Ye Fei'?"

Da Kun rubbed the stubble on his chin: "Ye Fei... I've never heard of him, what's wrong?"

"He..." The coach paused for a long time.

"He's A10 in all roles."