"You talk big, as if you're so impressive," Long Tengyu said with a look of contempt, "but I'm afraid that when the time comes, you'll be defeated by the Lin Family's Invincible Five and lose face."

"If they can beat us on the professional stage, we'll livestream us eating shit!" Song Baoshi and his team responded.

"Haha! You said it yourselves. I've got the recording. If you break your promise, I'll send this recording to Brother Lin and let him take care of you."

"Send it, who's scared?"

The rivalry had been set, and so had the bet — they could only wait for the show to begin.

By throwing the match, Lin Yifan and his team quickly secured victory in the first game.

However, the matches were consecutive and they soon started the second one.

Lin Yifan really wanted to call Long Tengyu and scold him, but the match was more important right now.

Once they selected their heroes, the match began.

The second game started much like the first one: all sorts of deliberate mistakes and feeding the enemy team.

"Damn it! I'm not playing anymore!"

Lin Yifan threw his phone aside, furious.

Such a match was meaningless; it didn't matter whether it continued or not.

Seeing Lin Yifan in such a bad temper, Zhou Jiajia and the others comforted him: "Yifan, don't be upset. We have a long way to go to advance. Even if we win this match easily, the professional league later on will be tough. Just enjoy the game!"

"You're right," Lin Yifan countered, "but a match not won by true skill has no dignity."

"Then let's surrender together. Let's quit playing Honor of Kings," Zhou Jiajia and the others suggested.

Their hearts were with Lin Yifan—they would fully support whatever he decided to do.

"If not Honor of Kings, then what shall we play?" Lin Yifan asked in return, then sighed and said, "Ah, never mind. I believe the future games will be more exciting."

Regaining his composure, Lin Yifan continued with the match.

The audience, seeing the NuLong team still throwing the game, were quite puzzled.

"At this rate, we're bound to lose!"

"Ah, it's so unsatisfying."

"What on earth is the NuLong team thinking? If you're going to show off, this isn't the way to do it—it's easy to lose like this."

"It looks like the NuLong team is intentionally trying to lose!"

"It's over, it's over. I thought we were in for an exciting match, but it turned out to be such a mess. What a waste of anticipation."

"Just what's so special about the Lin Family's Invincible Five? Why would the NuLong team throw the match for them?"

"I don't know, but judging by the name, it's probably related to the young man who recently shocked all circles in Yanjing."

"Are you talking about that Mr. Lin who caused the Tian Family from Capital City to lose face on Dragon Street and destroyed Zhao Hong's Dantian in front of everyone at Yanjing University?"

"Exactly! Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who commands such authority."

"It makes sense. The matches were so intense the other day, the Song Family and the Zhao Family's teams didn't want the Lin Family's Invincible Five to advance. It seems there was a reason for that."

By now, almost everyone knew the origin of the Lin Family's Invincible Five team.

The second match ended quickly.

The NuLong team had completed the task given by their boss, but throughout the process, they were bored, unsure what they were doing.

Seeing the result, Long Tengyu was quite pleased; immediately after, he began to fantasize about how grateful Lin Yifan would be to him.

As he had expected, the phone rang soon after.

Upon picking it up, he saw it was Lin Yifan calling. He was very excited and answered the call right away.

But when he thought Lin Yifan was going to shower him with praise, he had no idea he would end up being scolded to the point of being utterly humiliated.

"Long Tengyu, you bastard, do you think someone as strong as me needs you to throw the game? You deserve a big slap in the face."

"..."

Long Tengyu was at a loss for words. He had thought his good intentions would win him favor, but instead, the other party didn't appreciate it and even criticized and chastised him, leaving him with no face.

Now, nothing he said mattered; the competition was over; the Lin family's unbeatable five-man team had advanced to the national city qualifiers. As long as they won the city championship, they could enter the first-tier professional league and play professionally.

"Brother Lin, I was wrong. If the Lin family truly has the strength to advance to the first-tier professional league, I swear I won't throw the game again," Long Tengyu apologized.

"Then just wait and see, I'll prove my strength to you."

After saying that, Lin Yifan hung up the phone in a huff and paid no more attention to Long Tengyu.

Long Tengyu held his phone, his gaze blank, dumbfounded.

Now, he was truly in a bind—like a mute who had eaten bitter herbs, unable to express his frustration.

When members of the Furious Dragon team saw him like this, they curiously asked, "Young Master Long, what's wrong? Why do you look unhappy?"

"It's all because you bunch of screw-ups didn't play well!" Long Tengyu replied irritably, fuming with anger.

"..."

The Furious Dragon team members were speechless. Wasn't it you who told us to throw the game? And now you're blaming us?

Even with a million questions and frustrations in their minds, they had to suppress them because Clan heirs are not to be trifled with.

In fact, Long Tengyu was also helpless and could only take it out on his own team members.

"It's as if my conscience has been eaten by a dog. If I had known, I never would have thrown the game for you guys," he spat out and left, filled with rage.

On the other side, after Lin Yifan hung up the phone, Zhou Jiajia asked curiously, "Yifan! Was it Long Tengyu who threw the game?"

"Who else could it be?" Lin Yifan retorted.

"It's so lame, he really looks down on us," Xiaofang and the others said, their faces full of anger, unable to accept this outcome.

"It's not that he looks down on us, he just wants me to owe him a favor," Lin Yifan explained.

Long Tengyu's intention was clear; he simply wanted to curry his favor and make him owe a favor.

"There are many kinds of favors one can owe, why did he have to choose this one? Really, what was he thinking?" Zhou Jiajia and the others also did not accept Long Tengyu's gesture.

Lin Yifan and Zhou Jiajia were both very angry, but the result was set and could no longer be reversed.

"Alright! Let's prepare for the next round of the competition. The real strong opponents are still to come," Lin Yifan advised and reminded them.

"Okay!" Zhou Jiajia and the others nodded in response.

After a week's rest, the Honor of Kings city championship national finals kicked off, with Lin Yifan facing the champions from all over the country, vying for the overall championship and a spot in the first-tier professional league.

The Yanjing division's competition was the most attention-grabbing, with teams from provincial capitals almost always watching each season to see who would be crowned champion.

A few days ago, when they found out that this season's Yanjing champion team was a rookie team, their worries were greatly alleviated.

As long as it wasn't a Clan team, they all believed they had a chance to win.

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